Prompt:Stargate Atlantis, Evan Lorne/David Parrish, Evan accidentally throws out one of David's plants
http://comment-fic.livejournal.com/712932.html?thread=94188260#t94188260
Evan was having a good day. He'd gotten up early, gone for a run with his team, cleaned his room. He loved David, but David had a tendency to hoard the weirdest things, including dead plants. Now that Evan had cleared out their not-officially-shared quarters, the place was brighter and cleaner, and Evan was happy.
He was in the middle of staff reviews - he reviewed the enlisted men, left NCOs and commissioned officers to Sheppard - when the door flew open.
"Evan!"
Evan blinked, startled. He and David had agreed to keep it professional outside their quarters, stick to titles and last names. In fact, most of the soldiers didn't even know Evan's first name. It added to his mystique as XO, the super-efficient Major Lorne, no first name, possibly a robot.
"Dr. Parrish," Evan said carefully.
David stomped into the office, almost elbowing poor little Sergeant Winchester in the head.
"You threw it out!"
Evan blinked. "Threw out what?"
"My Williamsonia Sewardiana!"
Dating a botanist didn't make a man good at botany. That babble of Latin was meaningless. "Apologies, Dr. Parrish. Maybe we can step outside and discuss this in private -"
Except David looked ready to cry.
"Sergeant Winchester, dismissed," Evan said.
Winchester ducked out of the room, grinning. Evan filed that away for later and mentally added Winchester to the consequence column.
"You threw it out! How could you?"
"I'm sorry, I don't understand." Evan stepped around his desk, put his hands on David's shoulders.
"The Williamsonia Sewardiana was from the planet where we first had a mission together. I kept it because it was from our first date!"
Evan didn't really count stumbling over a Wraith corpse as a first date, but he knew David was more sentimental than he was. He pulled David into his arms. "I'm sorry," he said softly. "When we go back to the planet for follow-up, we'll get a new one, okay?"
"But it won't be the same," David protested.
"I know. I'm sorry. I thought all of the plants were dead."
"That one wasn't. It just needed a little water. It was hibernating." David sighed and buried his face against Evan's throat.
"I really am sorry. Next time put a label on it?"
"There was a label in the pot."
Evan winced. He really wasn't going to win this discussion. So he switched tactics and pulled David into a kiss.
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Thursday, April 21, 2016
Tuesday, March 22, 2016
No. 31
Prompt: Stargate SG-1/Supernatural, Cameron Mitchell, The Air Force was his way out. But somethings never end.
http://comment-fic.livejournal.com/218068.html?thread=45881812#t45881812
The Air Force was Cam's way out of The Life. No more living on the road, bouncing from house to house, school to school, chasing things that went bump in the night.
He graduated, he turned eighteen, he took off for the Air Force Academy, and he never looked back.
Until the first time he came face-to-face with a Goa'uld and its voice went deep and inhuman and Cam said, "Christo," because it was a reflex, and the Goa'uld's eyes flashed gold.
Gold, like the demon who'd killed Grandma and Grandpa Campbell in Lawrence all those years ago.
Some things never end.
http://comment-fic.livejournal.com/218068.html?thread=45881812#t45881812
The Air Force was Cam's way out of The Life. No more living on the road, bouncing from house to house, school to school, chasing things that went bump in the night.
He graduated, he turned eighteen, he took off for the Air Force Academy, and he never looked back.
Until the first time he came face-to-face with a Goa'uld and its voice went deep and inhuman and Cam said, "Christo," because it was a reflex, and the Goa'uld's eyes flashed gold.
Gold, like the demon who'd killed Grandma and Grandpa Campbell in Lawrence all those years ago.
Some things never end.
Friday, March 18, 2016
No. 29
Prompt: any crossover. any/any. They are perfect for each other.
http://comment-fic.livejournal.com/703549.html?thread=92869693#t92869693
Sam and Daniel were perfect for each other. They were the same man in two different bodies, both bookish and sensitive at heart, but soldiers through years of necessity. Dean watched them huddled over an obscure Enochian text and thought it was a shame, that Sam found the one person in the whole universe (or whole other universe) who was perfect for him, and the man was helping them find a way to be permanently separated. Sam was helping Daniel right back, of course.
They'd fallen on each other's problems like starving men on a Thanksgiving buffet. Daniel accepted the existence of angels, demons, and alternate universes with aplomb. Sam accepted the existence of aliens, time travel, and interstellar travel with aplomb. Dean was a bit more skeptical about Daniel's story, about how he and his friends had been trapped in an alternate timeline with no way to fix it and certain danger on the way, but Daniel was a damn good translator, knew a couple dozen languages, including some Dean was sure were made up, and he had Sam were making headway on the question of reversing the spell that had brought them to this frightening reality where their lives were a TV show. And Sam – Sam had always adored science and math, so he'd dived into the problem of time travel and alternate timelines with enthusiasm. He and Daniel spent ridiculous amounts of time at the public library and the university library Daniel had access to, reading textbooks and history books and positing theories.
Dean saw the way Sam smiled at Daniel, the way his face lit up while Daniel waxed enthusiastic about a specific point of Enochian grammar. Sam had smiled at Jessica Moore like that once. Dean had always only seen those smiles from a distance. Up close, Dean understood why Sam had stayed away like he had for all those years. Sam was happy.
Dean saw the way Daniel looked at Sam when Sam wasn't looking, the fondness and the longing and something else, something a little more shadowed and a little more sad than seemed fair. If the man's tale was true, though, then he'd been through hell, even died and come back a few times. He'd fit right in with the Winchesters and Team Free Will. Sadness was on the table all around for the three of them.
Dean saw the way Daniel and Sam lit up at exactly the same moment, when both of them cried, "I've got it!"
And then they realized what solving the problem meant, and their smiles dissolved, and then Sam was reaching up to pull off Daniel's glasses and set them aside, and Daniel was gazing at Sam like a desert wanderer at an oasis, and Dean slipped out of the room to let them say their goodbyes.
http://comment-fic.livejournal.com/703549.html?thread=92869693#t92869693
Sam and Daniel were perfect for each other. They were the same man in two different bodies, both bookish and sensitive at heart, but soldiers through years of necessity. Dean watched them huddled over an obscure Enochian text and thought it was a shame, that Sam found the one person in the whole universe (or whole other universe) who was perfect for him, and the man was helping them find a way to be permanently separated. Sam was helping Daniel right back, of course.
They'd fallen on each other's problems like starving men on a Thanksgiving buffet. Daniel accepted the existence of angels, demons, and alternate universes with aplomb. Sam accepted the existence of aliens, time travel, and interstellar travel with aplomb. Dean was a bit more skeptical about Daniel's story, about how he and his friends had been trapped in an alternate timeline with no way to fix it and certain danger on the way, but Daniel was a damn good translator, knew a couple dozen languages, including some Dean was sure were made up, and he had Sam were making headway on the question of reversing the spell that had brought them to this frightening reality where their lives were a TV show. And Sam – Sam had always adored science and math, so he'd dived into the problem of time travel and alternate timelines with enthusiasm. He and Daniel spent ridiculous amounts of time at the public library and the university library Daniel had access to, reading textbooks and history books and positing theories.
Dean saw the way Sam smiled at Daniel, the way his face lit up while Daniel waxed enthusiastic about a specific point of Enochian grammar. Sam had smiled at Jessica Moore like that once. Dean had always only seen those smiles from a distance. Up close, Dean understood why Sam had stayed away like he had for all those years. Sam was happy.
Dean saw the way Daniel looked at Sam when Sam wasn't looking, the fondness and the longing and something else, something a little more shadowed and a little more sad than seemed fair. If the man's tale was true, though, then he'd been through hell, even died and come back a few times. He'd fit right in with the Winchesters and Team Free Will. Sadness was on the table all around for the three of them.
Dean saw the way Daniel and Sam lit up at exactly the same moment, when both of them cried, "I've got it!"
And then they realized what solving the problem meant, and their smiles dissolved, and then Sam was reaching up to pull off Daniel's glasses and set them aside, and Daniel was gazing at Sam like a desert wanderer at an oasis, and Dean slipped out of the room to let them say their goodbyes.
Monday, January 25, 2016
No. 64
Prompt: any. any supernatural characters. finding a job
http://comment-fic.livejournal.com/689489.html?thread=90551121#t90551121
"Cuthbert Sinclair. Skills: Incantation, spell engineering. What makes you good for the Air Force?"
A murmured spell, an arcane gesture.
"Welcome to the USAF, Lieutenant Evan Lorne."
"Nagi Naoe. Skills: Telekinesis, hacking, killing people...you want to work for Toys-R-Us?" The interviewer looked skeptical.
Nagi shrugged. "No openings at Assassins-R-Us."
http://comment-fic.livejournal.com/689489.html?thread=90551121#t90551121
"Cuthbert Sinclair. Skills: Incantation, spell engineering. What makes you good for the Air Force?"
A murmured spell, an arcane gesture.
"Welcome to the USAF, Lieutenant Evan Lorne."
"Nagi Naoe. Skills: Telekinesis, hacking, killing people...you want to work for Toys-R-Us?" The interviewer looked skeptical.
Nagi shrugged. "No openings at Assassins-R-Us."