Note to self: Finish writing these.
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cinaedSince, um, I should finish fics. Seriously. Finishing and posting stories are a Good Thing.
If you happen to be working on some creative writing project, post one sentence (or more) from each of your current work(s) in progress in your journal. It should probably be your favorite or most intriguing sentence so far, but what you choose is entirely your discretion. Mention the title (and genre)if you like, but don't mention anything else -- this is merely to whet the general appetite for your forthcoming work(s).
(SGA) Concealed Like Bones Beneath the Flesh
Rodney knew that Radek wasn’t a religious man, that he was in fact a man of science. Still, looking at him now as his fingers traced the elegant line of Elizabeth’s jaw, Rodney understood that the expression on Radek's face was much the look he would use during prayer, something quiet and intense and wholly reverent. Even the soft “Elizabeth” that fell from his lips sounded like an invocation, a call to worship.
(CSI) The Heat of the Moment
One of the officers clears his throat, and when David glances at him, the man is frowning a little. “We’re going to need your statements.”
He shrugs, plastering a rueful look on his face. “It was our night off, Greg and I had a movie marathon. I had one too many beers, so Greg let me crash on his couch. At about three o’clock this loser decides to break in, so I grabbed a baseball bat from the closet and smashed him over the head with it. Then I made sure that one, he was out cold and two, he was still breathing, and Greg called 911--”
The idiot in handcuffs snorts. “The couch. Right.” His tone drips with disbelief, and David glares at him.
(SGA) All the King's Men
Radek collects facts now. There’s something almost soothing about the way each little trivial tidbit helps to fill up the holes in his head, holes that sometimes make him feel nauseous and see bright spots of red and yellowish-gold against the back of his eyelids, as though he’s stared into the sun rather than the fluorescent lights of the room he and Rodney share. He knows a great deal now, cradling each fact and keeping it secret, keeping it safe, compiling lists in his head that no one else can get to, except for perhaps Rodney, because Rodney understands their importance.
(SGA) Nußknacker und Mausekönig -- (AU)
The first sense that comes back to him is touch, in that he can feel the snow settling feather-soft onto his face, the snowflakes melting when they land on his uncovered skin and catching on his eyelashes. He’s lying on snow as well; he can feel it beneath his hands. He’s not cold though, and even only one-fifth of the way conscious, Rodney knows that’s a bad sign.
He struggles to open his eyes, to regain his sight, and after a moment they obey his commands and he finds himself staring into a sky that is darkening, no, almost bruising its way into a dark, dark blue. There is an ache at the back of his head, a dull throbbing that ebbs and flows with its intensity, and he winces even as he moves his fingers and toes, trying to coax his heavy limbs into moving or at the very least getting him up into a sitting position so that the snow doesn’t bury him.
(SGA) Little White Lie
“Ow,” Rodney says, pointedly, although the pillow hitting his face couldn’t have hurt. He scowls and picks up the pillow from where it landed on the floor, fiddling with it. “I know, I know, it was rather quick thinking on your part but-- I’m never going to hear the end of this, you know. Carson and Sheppard will never let me live this down.”
Radek raises an eyebrow. “And you cannot simply threaten them with ice-cold showers?”
“The colonel likes cold showers,” Rodney mutters darkly.
(SGA) Those Left Behind
Time and time again, Radek finds himself tempted to send an email to Rodney. He harshly represses the urge. This is both because he’s not certain that Rodney is even allowed to discuss Atlantis or at the very least Ancient technology with him anymore and also because he knows no matter how carefully he words the email, Rodney will figure out that he misses him and if that happens, Radek will never ever hear the end of it, because the fact is that Radek does miss the man, miserable and irritating though he may be. Radek misses him with an intensity that both amuses and alarms him all at once, because he hadn’t realized how much he’d come to rely on Rodney for companionship until it was gone.
There is no one here who is at Rodney or Radek’s level of intelligence, and he misses the synergy, how their thoughts had collided and bonded like ions, their thoughts moving seemingly faster than the speed of light so that they both tripped over their own words, until Radek could almost see the sparks as ideas leapt from one brain to another, back and forth, back and forth.
(CSI) What You Do To Me -- sequel to Unsaid Words, final part of the trilogy
His interactions with David have been…strange, to say the least. Sometimes, it is as though Greg’s epiphany never happened, and their caustic banter flows quick and easy. Other times, David’s twisted, hurt expression is all Greg can think about, and he stammers his way through a short, uncomfortable conversation with the other man. Luckily, the latter doesn’t happen too often, and Greg cannot help but be exceedingly grateful for that.
Still, he realizes how precarious this all is, like a house of cards ready to tumble down with a single heavy sigh, and that thought is a knot of anxiety that weighs down in his stomach and never quite leaves him. He is just waiting for the shoe to drop, for something to happen, for this all to go to hell. Although it already feels like hell, with this constant knot and the nausea that always wells up after one of those uncomfortable conversations with David.
(SGA) Our Conversations Are Like Minefields -- (AU)
“Oh,” he hears Jeannie say softly, something breaking in her voice. He starts to lift his head and stills when Jeannie’s hand comes to rest gently on the back of his neck, a thumb pressing against the white scar that’s not hidden by his hair. “I didn’t--”
I didn’t think you resisted Jackson.
The words go unsaid, Jeannie’s voice trailing off into a broken, hurt sound, but they fill Rodney’s head nonetheless and he laughs, the sound harsh and bitter. “Don’t worry. Everyone else seems surprised too.”
(SGA) Till Human Voices Wake Us
“Radek, Radek, can you hear me? Radek?”
He struggles to speak, and coughs instead, tasting dust and dirt on his lips. Now that he is more awake, he can pick out sensations other than pain, and realizes that there is a coat of dust and grime on what seems like every inch of his bare skin. He coughs again, trying to clear his throat, and forces out, “Rodney?” It comes out more of a croak than anything else, but that doesn’t seem to matter because he hears a relieved sigh in his ears.
“Jesus, I’ve been calling for minutes. Why didn’t you answer the first time?”
Radek opens his eyes, and he should have figured that the grime would be coating his glasses as well. “I’m afraid you haven’t trained me to answer you while unconscious, Rodney,” he says dryly, and then begins to gingerly move his limbs. His right leg obeys him easily enough, with an ache that promises future bruises, but when he tries to move his left, the throbbing becomes a sudden spike of agony, and he chokes out a string of Czech curses.
(SGA) Voices Drowned in Tears -- (AU)
John cannot speak, because his lips -- Rodney’s lips -- are suddenly numb and clumsy, and all he can manage is a, “Wait, wait,” because Rodney had kissed him, and switched bodies, and oh God, why had Rodney decided to become self-sacrificing now?
The leader of the Genii is smirking slightly. “I see he earns devotees like his father,” he comments, and several of the Genii chuckle. He tilts his head as the man who knocked Rodney out hoists him over one shoulder. “Tyrus, if you would?”
(SGA) I Understood the Rest Too Well
Beckett mutters something John doesn’t quite catch, but the exasperation coloring the mutter is clear. “I’ll be there as quick as I can. How bad is the injury?”
“Looks pretty deep, but McKay’s waving it around so I can’t get a good look at it.” In fact, the accusing finger that McKay is pointing at Yarrow is looking to become a fist any second now, and John sighs before he shoots a look at Weir and walks over. “McKay, didn’t your mother teach you it was rude to point?”
McKay shoots him a dirty look at that. “Didn’t your mother teach you it was rude to interrupt people?” he retorts, and then abruptly grimaces.
(CSI) Flowers of Catholicon -- (AU)
He cannot help but cringe under the steely expressions all three direct towards him. “Um, excuse me for speaking out of turn. I’ll, uh, be quiet.” (Could he get shot for interrupting a conversation between two major officers and a civilian? Greg really, really hopes not.)
The man’s steely gaze bores into him, and it’s probably stupid of him, but Greg cannot keep from noticing how blue General Hodges’ eyes are. They are the bluest eyes he’s ever seen, even though right now they’re as cold as ice. “What did you mean, that you didn’t think she meant to use that word?”
Greg doesn’t mean to babble, really, he doesn’t, but the words tumble haphazardly from his lips as he stammers, “Um…well, you see, she used the word ‘krishan’ to address you, sir, which while it is used to acknowledge a military officer’s rank, it’s, well, kind of archaic. It’s one of those words you learn for history class and never use it again. The common term today that she’d want to use is ‘merlos.’ That’s all I meant, sir.” Just in case there was a rule about executing people for speaking out of turn, he adds a hasty, “Sorry, sir.”
(SGA) here is the deepest secret no one knows
The first thing he notices is that his head feels empty. It’s an odd sensation when he racks his brain for thoughts and memories and comes up empty, and he has the strong suspicion that his mind is usually cluttered with a thousand different thoughts, all going a mile-a-minute, and that this all wrong.
A warm voice says something above him, and the thought occurs to him that he should probably open his eyes. When he does so, the speaker -- a man with bright blue eyes -- smiles down at him, looking torn between exasperation and relief. The man keeps speaking, tone gently chiding, and he struggles to understand, but he cannot make sense of the soft rise and fall of the words, because the man speaks with an accent he’s never heard before. When he doesn’t speak, the man looks puzzled, and then repeats himself. This time, he can make sense of the words. “So Sleeping Beauty’s finally awake. How are you feeling?”
(SGA) Four Ways Radek and Rodney Never Met -- (AU)
And so, in the aftermath of the collapse of communist Russia, Radek had found himself without a job and with a black mark on his record as someone who had sold his soul to the Americans. It was funny, really, how quickly the payment that the Americans had handed over dried up, and how one little error in judgment could destroy all of Radek’s future plans.
It was desperation, really, that led him to Canada, and despair that caused him to accept the offer of becoming a science teacher -- a science teacher -- at a secondary school. At times, the memory of being reduced to teaching children made him want to weep with frustration. Still, he settled in as best he could, and the students did like him, even though at times he went into long speeches that were above their heads or he got distracted and began writing part of a new algorithm on the board rather than the day’s lesson. Then again, perhaps that’s why he was well-liked -- he was easily distracted.
(SGA) Seven Children Rodney Never Had
Rodney doesn’t do parties. Never has, never will, but he can’t help but accept the invitation to go to his thesis advisor’s bachelor party, although he’s certain the man has invited him out of a sense of obligation and doesn’t think he’s actually coming. It’s not that he’s lonely, not at all, but still, who is he to turn down free food and alcohol?
In all actuality, most of the bachelor party is a bit of a blur, because he perhaps indulges a bit too much on the free alcohol. He does remember Levenia though, the stripper that shows up at some point to give his thesis advisor a fun final night of freedom. She is tall and all angles, save for her very, very fake rack.
(SGA) Deliver Me
He paces, back and forth, like a caged beast, prowling every inch of the prison as though somehow, if he keeps moving, he will find a means to escape. His hands, once so nimble and expressive, hang like dead weights at his sides, black-and-blue from pounding on the wall for thirty minutes straight in an earlier bout of hysteria.
“Please.” The word comes out rasping, broken as he forces it out past parched lips. He has been screaming almost nonstop ever since they put him in the prison six hours ago; they are almost surprised that he can still speak at all. “For the love of God, I’m not him, I’m not, and he’s -- please.” His voice rises, the tone turns piteous, because he knows those watching him from beyond the room are unmoved.
(SGA) Mechatronics -- (AU)
“Oh, it’s you,” McKay said. He scowled and waved a hand at a stack of journals on his desk. “There they are.”
“Thank you,” Radek said mildly. Grabbing the journals, he flipped through them and raised an eyebrow. “There are only five here. There were seven that had articles by Fukada.”
At the suspicious look Radek directed towards him, McKay rolled his eyes. “No, I’m not hoarding them for another dinner to try and convince you that you’re making a huge mistake-- even if you are. There was simply no point in reading the other two journals, since Fukada disproves those theories in later articles. I’ve already returned them to the library.”
(SGA) Egg of the Phoenix -- (AU)
Simpson looks towards Radek, and some of the irritation on her face is replaced by relief. “Dr. Zelenka, perhaps you could explain to Sergeant Johansson here that we cannot possibly -- possibly jury-rig the jumpers to respond to people without the gene!”
He glances at Johansson just in time to see the soldier narrow his eyes, and chooses his words carefully. “I am afraid Simpson is correct. Right now, we do not know enough about Ancient technology to even contemplate attempting such a feat.” He offers up a sympathetic smile. “I do hear, however, that Beckett is still working on the gene therapy, so perhaps that--”
“See, I told you,” Kavanagh snaps, interrupting him mid-sentence, and Radek sighs. He understands Kavanagh’s distaste for the military, but still, there is no need to antagonize Johansson.
(CSI) Gordian Knot - Chapter Four: Those Years, They Haunt Me Still
Jacqui’s expression was one of steel determination, a look she wore when taking Ecklie to task or scolding one of the CSIs for bullying one of the younger lab technicians. “David, if one of the CSIs says anything -- whether it’s Warrick or Sara or, hell, even Grissom -- you let me and Bobby know.”
“So you can handle it?” He shot her a half-amused, half-exasperated smile at that. His best friends’ version of handling it would probably be cursing the CSI out in the hallway and getting themselves suspended. “I can handle it myself, Jacq. Besides, our CSIs are actually responsible people. They won’t let any new knowledge about me impact their investigation.” He paused. “How it’ll impact their opinions of me is another issue entirely.” But David wasn’t going to think about that now. He’d cross that bridge when he got to it.
(SGA) The Punishment of Tiresias
Something crumples in her face then, and Rodney feels an unpleasant twist in his stomach as she fights back tears. He always feels helpless when women cry, and if there is one thing Rodney hates it’s the feeling of helplessness.
When she finally regains control of herself, she licks her lips and struggles to speak, words tumbling out low and faltering. “You -- you know that when we agreed to come to Atlantis, the women had -- had IUDs inserted to prevent pregnancy on such a -- a hazardous expedition.”
“Yes,” Rodney says slowly, not seeing where she’s going with this. After all, all they’d done was kiss-- a sudden terrifying thought strikes him, and he feels himself break into a cold sweat. Cadman couldn’t, wouldn’t have….
“It’s ninety-nine percent effective,” Katie is saying tearfully, and she wrings her hands. “Ninety-nine.” There is something like despair in her voice, with a hint of resignation.
(SGA) The Unfortunate Pied Piper -- (AU)
"Hamelin," was the gloomy answer.
John blinked. "That rat-infested town two hamlets over? What were you doing there?"
"An experiment," Rodney continued in the same gloomy tone. "I theorized that if I played a pipe at a certain volume and pitch, it would affect the thinking processes of small creatures, in particular, rodents." He brightened for a moment. "It worked, too. I managed to drive all the rats out of the town. Of course, the idiots in Hamelin kept telling me to drive the rats into the river, when everyone knows rats can swim, so I drove them over a nearby cliff instead."
Then his shoulders slumped, and he grabbed the mug John pushed towards him, cradling it to his chest almost desperately. "But apparently, small creatures like children can hear the noise too, but oddly, they liked the noise, and decided to follow me. And now they won't go away." Rodney paused, and glared at the children, all of whom just smiled.
If you happen to be working on some creative writing project, post one sentence (or more) from each of your current work(s) in progress in your journal. It should probably be your favorite or most intriguing sentence so far, but what you choose is entirely your discretion. Mention the title (and genre)if you like, but don't mention anything else -- this is merely to whet the general appetite for your forthcoming work(s).
(SGA) Concealed Like Bones Beneath the Flesh
Rodney knew that Radek wasn’t a religious man, that he was in fact a man of science. Still, looking at him now as his fingers traced the elegant line of Elizabeth’s jaw, Rodney understood that the expression on Radek's face was much the look he would use during prayer, something quiet and intense and wholly reverent. Even the soft “Elizabeth” that fell from his lips sounded like an invocation, a call to worship.
(CSI) The Heat of the Moment
One of the officers clears his throat, and when David glances at him, the man is frowning a little. “We’re going to need your statements.”
He shrugs, plastering a rueful look on his face. “It was our night off, Greg and I had a movie marathon. I had one too many beers, so Greg let me crash on his couch. At about three o’clock this loser decides to break in, so I grabbed a baseball bat from the closet and smashed him over the head with it. Then I made sure that one, he was out cold and two, he was still breathing, and Greg called 911--”
The idiot in handcuffs snorts. “The couch. Right.” His tone drips with disbelief, and David glares at him.
(SGA) All the King's Men
Radek collects facts now. There’s something almost soothing about the way each little trivial tidbit helps to fill up the holes in his head, holes that sometimes make him feel nauseous and see bright spots of red and yellowish-gold against the back of his eyelids, as though he’s stared into the sun rather than the fluorescent lights of the room he and Rodney share. He knows a great deal now, cradling each fact and keeping it secret, keeping it safe, compiling lists in his head that no one else can get to, except for perhaps Rodney, because Rodney understands their importance.
(SGA) Nußknacker und Mausekönig -- (AU)
The first sense that comes back to him is touch, in that he can feel the snow settling feather-soft onto his face, the snowflakes melting when they land on his uncovered skin and catching on his eyelashes. He’s lying on snow as well; he can feel it beneath his hands. He’s not cold though, and even only one-fifth of the way conscious, Rodney knows that’s a bad sign.
He struggles to open his eyes, to regain his sight, and after a moment they obey his commands and he finds himself staring into a sky that is darkening, no, almost bruising its way into a dark, dark blue. There is an ache at the back of his head, a dull throbbing that ebbs and flows with its intensity, and he winces even as he moves his fingers and toes, trying to coax his heavy limbs into moving or at the very least getting him up into a sitting position so that the snow doesn’t bury him.
(SGA) Little White Lie
“Ow,” Rodney says, pointedly, although the pillow hitting his face couldn’t have hurt. He scowls and picks up the pillow from where it landed on the floor, fiddling with it. “I know, I know, it was rather quick thinking on your part but-- I’m never going to hear the end of this, you know. Carson and Sheppard will never let me live this down.”
Radek raises an eyebrow. “And you cannot simply threaten them with ice-cold showers?”
“The colonel likes cold showers,” Rodney mutters darkly.
(SGA) Those Left Behind
Time and time again, Radek finds himself tempted to send an email to Rodney. He harshly represses the urge. This is both because he’s not certain that Rodney is even allowed to discuss Atlantis or at the very least Ancient technology with him anymore and also because he knows no matter how carefully he words the email, Rodney will figure out that he misses him and if that happens, Radek will never ever hear the end of it, because the fact is that Radek does miss the man, miserable and irritating though he may be. Radek misses him with an intensity that both amuses and alarms him all at once, because he hadn’t realized how much he’d come to rely on Rodney for companionship until it was gone.
There is no one here who is at Rodney or Radek’s level of intelligence, and he misses the synergy, how their thoughts had collided and bonded like ions, their thoughts moving seemingly faster than the speed of light so that they both tripped over their own words, until Radek could almost see the sparks as ideas leapt from one brain to another, back and forth, back and forth.
(CSI) What You Do To Me -- sequel to Unsaid Words, final part of the trilogy
His interactions with David have been…strange, to say the least. Sometimes, it is as though Greg’s epiphany never happened, and their caustic banter flows quick and easy. Other times, David’s twisted, hurt expression is all Greg can think about, and he stammers his way through a short, uncomfortable conversation with the other man. Luckily, the latter doesn’t happen too often, and Greg cannot help but be exceedingly grateful for that.
Still, he realizes how precarious this all is, like a house of cards ready to tumble down with a single heavy sigh, and that thought is a knot of anxiety that weighs down in his stomach and never quite leaves him. He is just waiting for the shoe to drop, for something to happen, for this all to go to hell. Although it already feels like hell, with this constant knot and the nausea that always wells up after one of those uncomfortable conversations with David.
(SGA) Our Conversations Are Like Minefields -- (AU)
“Oh,” he hears Jeannie say softly, something breaking in her voice. He starts to lift his head and stills when Jeannie’s hand comes to rest gently on the back of his neck, a thumb pressing against the white scar that’s not hidden by his hair. “I didn’t--”
I didn’t think you resisted Jackson.
The words go unsaid, Jeannie’s voice trailing off into a broken, hurt sound, but they fill Rodney’s head nonetheless and he laughs, the sound harsh and bitter. “Don’t worry. Everyone else seems surprised too.”
(SGA) Till Human Voices Wake Us
“Radek, Radek, can you hear me? Radek?”
He struggles to speak, and coughs instead, tasting dust and dirt on his lips. Now that he is more awake, he can pick out sensations other than pain, and realizes that there is a coat of dust and grime on what seems like every inch of his bare skin. He coughs again, trying to clear his throat, and forces out, “Rodney?” It comes out more of a croak than anything else, but that doesn’t seem to matter because he hears a relieved sigh in his ears.
“Jesus, I’ve been calling for minutes. Why didn’t you answer the first time?”
Radek opens his eyes, and he should have figured that the grime would be coating his glasses as well. “I’m afraid you haven’t trained me to answer you while unconscious, Rodney,” he says dryly, and then begins to gingerly move his limbs. His right leg obeys him easily enough, with an ache that promises future bruises, but when he tries to move his left, the throbbing becomes a sudden spike of agony, and he chokes out a string of Czech curses.
(SGA) Voices Drowned in Tears -- (AU)
John cannot speak, because his lips -- Rodney’s lips -- are suddenly numb and clumsy, and all he can manage is a, “Wait, wait,” because Rodney had kissed him, and switched bodies, and oh God, why had Rodney decided to become self-sacrificing now?
The leader of the Genii is smirking slightly. “I see he earns devotees like his father,” he comments, and several of the Genii chuckle. He tilts his head as the man who knocked Rodney out hoists him over one shoulder. “Tyrus, if you would?”
(SGA) I Understood the Rest Too Well
Beckett mutters something John doesn’t quite catch, but the exasperation coloring the mutter is clear. “I’ll be there as quick as I can. How bad is the injury?”
“Looks pretty deep, but McKay’s waving it around so I can’t get a good look at it.” In fact, the accusing finger that McKay is pointing at Yarrow is looking to become a fist any second now, and John sighs before he shoots a look at Weir and walks over. “McKay, didn’t your mother teach you it was rude to point?”
McKay shoots him a dirty look at that. “Didn’t your mother teach you it was rude to interrupt people?” he retorts, and then abruptly grimaces.
(CSI) Flowers of Catholicon -- (AU)
He cannot help but cringe under the steely expressions all three direct towards him. “Um, excuse me for speaking out of turn. I’ll, uh, be quiet.” (Could he get shot for interrupting a conversation between two major officers and a civilian? Greg really, really hopes not.)
The man’s steely gaze bores into him, and it’s probably stupid of him, but Greg cannot keep from noticing how blue General Hodges’ eyes are. They are the bluest eyes he’s ever seen, even though right now they’re as cold as ice. “What did you mean, that you didn’t think she meant to use that word?”
Greg doesn’t mean to babble, really, he doesn’t, but the words tumble haphazardly from his lips as he stammers, “Um…well, you see, she used the word ‘krishan’ to address you, sir, which while it is used to acknowledge a military officer’s rank, it’s, well, kind of archaic. It’s one of those words you learn for history class and never use it again. The common term today that she’d want to use is ‘merlos.’ That’s all I meant, sir.” Just in case there was a rule about executing people for speaking out of turn, he adds a hasty, “Sorry, sir.”
(SGA) here is the deepest secret no one knows
The first thing he notices is that his head feels empty. It’s an odd sensation when he racks his brain for thoughts and memories and comes up empty, and he has the strong suspicion that his mind is usually cluttered with a thousand different thoughts, all going a mile-a-minute, and that this all wrong.
A warm voice says something above him, and the thought occurs to him that he should probably open his eyes. When he does so, the speaker -- a man with bright blue eyes -- smiles down at him, looking torn between exasperation and relief. The man keeps speaking, tone gently chiding, and he struggles to understand, but he cannot make sense of the soft rise and fall of the words, because the man speaks with an accent he’s never heard before. When he doesn’t speak, the man looks puzzled, and then repeats himself. This time, he can make sense of the words. “So Sleeping Beauty’s finally awake. How are you feeling?”
(SGA) Four Ways Radek and Rodney Never Met -- (AU)
And so, in the aftermath of the collapse of communist Russia, Radek had found himself without a job and with a black mark on his record as someone who had sold his soul to the Americans. It was funny, really, how quickly the payment that the Americans had handed over dried up, and how one little error in judgment could destroy all of Radek’s future plans.
It was desperation, really, that led him to Canada, and despair that caused him to accept the offer of becoming a science teacher -- a science teacher -- at a secondary school. At times, the memory of being reduced to teaching children made him want to weep with frustration. Still, he settled in as best he could, and the students did like him, even though at times he went into long speeches that were above their heads or he got distracted and began writing part of a new algorithm on the board rather than the day’s lesson. Then again, perhaps that’s why he was well-liked -- he was easily distracted.
(SGA) Seven Children Rodney Never Had
Rodney doesn’t do parties. Never has, never will, but he can’t help but accept the invitation to go to his thesis advisor’s bachelor party, although he’s certain the man has invited him out of a sense of obligation and doesn’t think he’s actually coming. It’s not that he’s lonely, not at all, but still, who is he to turn down free food and alcohol?
In all actuality, most of the bachelor party is a bit of a blur, because he perhaps indulges a bit too much on the free alcohol. He does remember Levenia though, the stripper that shows up at some point to give his thesis advisor a fun final night of freedom. She is tall and all angles, save for her very, very fake rack.
(SGA) Deliver Me
He paces, back and forth, like a caged beast, prowling every inch of the prison as though somehow, if he keeps moving, he will find a means to escape. His hands, once so nimble and expressive, hang like dead weights at his sides, black-and-blue from pounding on the wall for thirty minutes straight in an earlier bout of hysteria.
“Please.” The word comes out rasping, broken as he forces it out past parched lips. He has been screaming almost nonstop ever since they put him in the prison six hours ago; they are almost surprised that he can still speak at all. “For the love of God, I’m not him, I’m not, and he’s -- please.” His voice rises, the tone turns piteous, because he knows those watching him from beyond the room are unmoved.
(SGA) Mechatronics -- (AU)
“Oh, it’s you,” McKay said. He scowled and waved a hand at a stack of journals on his desk. “There they are.”
“Thank you,” Radek said mildly. Grabbing the journals, he flipped through them and raised an eyebrow. “There are only five here. There were seven that had articles by Fukada.”
At the suspicious look Radek directed towards him, McKay rolled his eyes. “No, I’m not hoarding them for another dinner to try and convince you that you’re making a huge mistake-- even if you are. There was simply no point in reading the other two journals, since Fukada disproves those theories in later articles. I’ve already returned them to the library.”
(SGA) Egg of the Phoenix -- (AU)
Simpson looks towards Radek, and some of the irritation on her face is replaced by relief. “Dr. Zelenka, perhaps you could explain to Sergeant Johansson here that we cannot possibly -- possibly jury-rig the jumpers to respond to people without the gene!”
He glances at Johansson just in time to see the soldier narrow his eyes, and chooses his words carefully. “I am afraid Simpson is correct. Right now, we do not know enough about Ancient technology to even contemplate attempting such a feat.” He offers up a sympathetic smile. “I do hear, however, that Beckett is still working on the gene therapy, so perhaps that--”
“See, I told you,” Kavanagh snaps, interrupting him mid-sentence, and Radek sighs. He understands Kavanagh’s distaste for the military, but still, there is no need to antagonize Johansson.
(CSI) Gordian Knot - Chapter Four: Those Years, They Haunt Me Still
Jacqui’s expression was one of steel determination, a look she wore when taking Ecklie to task or scolding one of the CSIs for bullying one of the younger lab technicians. “David, if one of the CSIs says anything -- whether it’s Warrick or Sara or, hell, even Grissom -- you let me and Bobby know.”
“So you can handle it?” He shot her a half-amused, half-exasperated smile at that. His best friends’ version of handling it would probably be cursing the CSI out in the hallway and getting themselves suspended. “I can handle it myself, Jacq. Besides, our CSIs are actually responsible people. They won’t let any new knowledge about me impact their investigation.” He paused. “How it’ll impact their opinions of me is another issue entirely.” But David wasn’t going to think about that now. He’d cross that bridge when he got to it.
(SGA) The Punishment of Tiresias
Something crumples in her face then, and Rodney feels an unpleasant twist in his stomach as she fights back tears. He always feels helpless when women cry, and if there is one thing Rodney hates it’s the feeling of helplessness.
When she finally regains control of herself, she licks her lips and struggles to speak, words tumbling out low and faltering. “You -- you know that when we agreed to come to Atlantis, the women had -- had IUDs inserted to prevent pregnancy on such a -- a hazardous expedition.”
“Yes,” Rodney says slowly, not seeing where she’s going with this. After all, all they’d done was kiss-- a sudden terrifying thought strikes him, and he feels himself break into a cold sweat. Cadman couldn’t, wouldn’t have….
“It’s ninety-nine percent effective,” Katie is saying tearfully, and she wrings her hands. “Ninety-nine.” There is something like despair in her voice, with a hint of resignation.
(SGA) The Unfortunate Pied Piper -- (AU)
"Hamelin," was the gloomy answer.
John blinked. "That rat-infested town two hamlets over? What were you doing there?"
"An experiment," Rodney continued in the same gloomy tone. "I theorized that if I played a pipe at a certain volume and pitch, it would affect the thinking processes of small creatures, in particular, rodents." He brightened for a moment. "It worked, too. I managed to drive all the rats out of the town. Of course, the idiots in Hamelin kept telling me to drive the rats into the river, when everyone knows rats can swim, so I drove them over a nearby cliff instead."
Then his shoulders slumped, and he grabbed the mug John pushed towards him, cradling it to his chest almost desperately. "But apparently, small creatures like children can hear the noise too, but oddly, they liked the noise, and decided to follow me. And now they won't go away." Rodney paused, and glared at the children, all of whom just smiled.
