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mylittleredgirl) wrote2009-12-05 01:17 pm
mylittleredgirl) wrote2009-12-05 01:17 pm
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Brother, can you spare a word?
Please comment with one word. (Scrabble rules do not apply - the word can be a person, place, or slang.)
I will write a drabble-ish length reply. It might be fic, it might be original, it might be memory, might be, I don't know, a definition? A recipe? A made-up word origin?
I promised last night that I would make art every chance I get and am having a bit of a hard time getting started when hulu is right there with ten thousand shows I don't need to watch.
Help? :)
(p.s. if you want to do this exercise too, I promise to give you a word!)
I will write a drabble-ish length reply. It might be fic, it might be original, it might be memory, might be, I don't know, a definition? A recipe? A made-up word origin?
I promised last night that I would make art every chance I get and am having a bit of a hard time getting started when hulu is right there with ten thousand shows I don't need to watch.
Help? :)
(p.s. if you want to do this exercise too, I promise to give you a word!)
Daft - sort of SG1
He wrote his theories anonymously on the internet, hoping someone else, some desperate post-grad somewhere, would discover them and take them away from him.
Instead, an air force officer called him. She talked about space travel.
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Jerusalem - pre-Atlantis
She learned Arabic, and conversational Hebrew, enough to read street maps and order falafel. She'd need more, if this became her geographical specialty in her conflict resolution studies, but she was drawn north, to the Balkans, the former Eastern Bloc, Russia.
Her roommate insisted she see the religious sites in her last week there. "This is the most sacred place in the universe," she told Elizabeth, without a hint of doubt in her voice.
Elizabeth felt empty when she considered that, so she tried to put that thought away.
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I like it! And I like to think she was drawn to former Eastern Block and waht used to be former Yugoslavia.
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This is basically my life right now, and therefore I ridiculously love the idea of Lizzie doing the same, hee. *biased*
I love your 'Lizabeth. (This: The white stone buildings were beautiful, and she was impressed by the tangible remnants of ancient history, but to her it was a project, an example of how deeply humans could hate each other. GUH.) And I really hope to see more writing from you soon!! (I'm theoretically on hiatus, but if you do post something please please send me a PM or something, so I'll know about it? ♥)
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Ariel - Disney
Eric builds her a stable, and lavishes jewelry on her, and gardens, and time. She doesn't feel empty when he's there, not the way she does when he's conducting affairs of state and she's left at their summer castle by the water, watching the governess teach her children to swim.
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*speechless*
That is so pretty. And perfect. I said Ariel because she's my favourite Disney princess, and I have a little picture of her on the wall next to my computer, and I have no idea what I was expecting... You've captured her 'other'-ness and the angst she must feel but Disney will never recognize just perfectly. Thank you!
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Cinnamon - Atlantis kid-fic
Elizabeth makes some halfhearted arguments, more for the sake of making conversation. He argues back more widely - we're stunting their emotional growth! it's not like they can become addicts out here anyway! they're not even your kids!
When he's mid-tirade, he sees her grinning at him, that same "got you!" smile that Kamala has.
"They're kind of my kids," she points out, still smiling.
"So you would deprive them of candy?"
Elizabeth rolls her eyes. "Of course not."
"I knew you were a sucker."
This time, Elizabeth laughs out loud.
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Shiny
Shiny - Atlantis babyfic
All she knows is that she's been a princess, a Wraith, a patient (they haven't got tired of testing each other's reflexes or borrowing her stethescope), and the sole member of the Art Experiment Cleanup Brigade.
Arit, the two-year-old Athosian boy who runs off so often she decided to just carry him around the rest of the day, likes her stethescope best. He uses it on her nose, her ear, various points of her head ("hear you think!"), and once, when she looked away for a split-second, most of the way inside of his mouth.
"Shiny!" he announces, listening to her throat with the stethescope. It's not his favorite word (that would be no with a side of no way), but he uses it as a generic adjective for anything exciting to the senses – cold is shiny, and funny sounds, and the weird grain cereal that fizzes like pop rocks.
She checks the time. Almost 1800, when she'll be free for the day to return to the infirmary and either finish analyzing cell cultures or fall asleep on a diagnostic bed. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Kamala and Carlos tugging a book in two different directions and before she can get a word out, the book is torn in half and Carlos is crying.
"Shiny?" she murmurs to Arit, a little brain-dead, and at a loss for other words.
"No," Arit corrects. "Messy."
"Messy," she agrees, and heads over to the troublemakers to lay down the law.
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Kissing - RPF torri/joe :)
When he kisses her in the backseat of Jason's SUV it would look terrible on camera – no lighting. No motivation, besides alcohol, and something emotional in him that has made him rage around their fun evening like the world's on fire.
He uses tongue, and she's not thinking about anyone else.
It's unexplained, but goes on for minute. The others are outside arguing about where to go next and who's too drunk to drive, and Torri's grateful she didn't put a seatbelt on yet as she slides down the chair to make room for his hands and his body, pushing against hers.
She gasps out a word, intending it to be more, and it comes out stop. He does, and she wants to take it back, because when he was kissing her, they weren't thinking. It was just the two of them. No lives, no rules. No script.
He doesn't meet her eyes, and he's breathing so heavily she can see his chest heaving, even in the dark of the car. "I had to see," he says, like it's an explanation.
They ignore each other the rest of the night, and drink far too much. They go home separately. She thinks she might have imagined it – she's imagined it before, but in a two-dimensional way, like they're kissing on the set.
It isn't until she gets home, Rachel having bought her a cab and given the driver directions, that she starts shaking, like the inside of her chest is coming apart under seismic stress.
Her phone rings, Joe on the caller ID, like he's the only Joe she knows. She answers it, lying down on her living room carpet.
"I had to see," he says again.
She's quiet, because it doesn't sound like he's saying goodbye, but the words seem like that's what they should mean. Ending something that never started, shared coffee every day, running lines, talking on the phone when they're too tired to sleep, touching when they don't have to.
He says, "I think I want to be with you."
The way his unexpected expected kiss set her on fire surges through her again, and she thinks yes, now, get a cab. Then we can never take it back.
"We'll forget it in the morning," she argues.
He hangs up. Not angrily, just the way they do – always hanging up without saying goodbye, calling back the next time someone thinks of something to say. He calls back a minute later to say good night, and she advises him to drink water.
In the morning, she's hungover, regretting drinking and going out and thinking of him, but she doesn't forget.
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LOVE ITANDYOUSOMUCH!!
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"Her phone rings, Joe on the caller ID, like he's the only Joe she knows."
And THIS! *flail*
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(And actually, yes, give me a word in return! Because, although the writing comes slowly with me, and I could never do a whole page like this, I still feel like doing some randomosity at the moment!)
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Brother - Atlantis
He brings himself back, after almost six years. The one time he looks Sheppard in the eye, John thinks the man might spit at him.
And he is a man, not a kid anymore. His face is scarred. He's been clean two years. He knew the location of Atlantis all that time – it's not as well-hidden as they think, he sneers – but it took this long to choose to come home.
He lets Beckett – the new Beckett – examine him. He tells Woolsey and Sheppard where he was, what he did, helping a few different worlds, finding homes in militias everywhere. Sheppard can't feel a thing – relief, guilt, confusion, nothing. He hasn't felt much in a while, going through years by going through the motions, but even with that, he's aware that this is extreme. Normally, he can at least feel anger. This man was his second-in-command, his enthusiastic right hand, his responsibility. He didn't come home, not even when he could. Not even, he learns, when Ford saw them on a planet, Sheppard and McKay joking around, Teyla and Ronon walking the perimeter.
Teyla presses her forehead to Ford's even while he glares at her.
"So why now?" John finally asks.
Ford hesitates, before saying, "I found something you might want."
He found Elizabeth.
Ford only lets Beckett see her, at first, and only on the planet where he's holed up in a Wraith-damaged village where everyone treats him like one of their own. Teyla pieces together the story. Ford found out about her. Bribed and threatened his way across the galaxy for information. Rescued her, with these natives and their antiquated weapons. Brought her here.
"He must not have known the danger she poses," McKay assumes aloud.
John shakes his head. Ford was at the SGC when the human-form replicators first appeared on the scene – different than the Asurans, but the same. Ford knew, and he did it anyway.
Ford won't let them in without handing over their weapons.
"We're not going to hurt her," John snaps, insulted at the implication, even though that's exactly why he wants to go in armed. She's dangerous. Beckett says she's unconscious – malnourished, possibly brain-damaged, close to organ failure, but the replicators inside her aren't actively replicating. Ford fed her the same Wraith toxin that nearly killed him, and her drug-bolstered immune system and the replicators fought each other to a temporary stalemate. She'll suffer chemical withdrawl, according to Beckett, though that is by far the least of her problems.
"She's my responsibility now," Ford insists. McKay obviously winces. John doesn't.
"You need our help to cure her," John points out. "Beckett's help." Beckett, who still isn't the same. Ford, whose motivations are foreign, and who wants them unarmed on his terms. Elizabeth, who might still die.
"But if you want to see her, no weapons."
Without waiting for John's okay, Teyla hands over her gun and says, soothingly, "You can trust us. And I trust you."
John grudgingly hands over his guns, and goes to follow Teyla into the hut when Ford's hand clamps around his arm.
"I left," he says, low and dangerous and full of old betrayal. "I get that. No matter what happened to me. But this was Doctor Weir. And you left her."
Right then, inconveniently, two steps from seeing her, John starts to feel again.
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Ow.
That just walloped me hard. *sniff*
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Give me one too and I'll see if I can play the game as well as you.
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And give me a word, too, and specify a fandom!
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Happiness. Also, totally give me a word.
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Janet
[sends you much love]
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AND I LOVE ALL OF THESE SO HARD. Especially "Brother." 'cause damn. But also the Joe/Torri!!
♥!
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(also? these are all awesome :D)