Meme

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Yanked from duckduck:

Comment to this post with an offer to write in any fandom that you and I have in common. I will answer with a prompt. Then, you will write me comment-fic, snippets, or whatever comes to mind. Now go post this in your own journal and demand fic of your very own! Make your flist work! You had a long week and you DESERVE it, dammit!

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[duckduck.livejournal.com]

Pick me pick me pick me!!!

SGA.

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A conversation between Rodney and Radek in the aftermath of Grace Under Pressure. :)

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It was almost a week after Rodney's rescue from the suberged jumper that he realized that Radek hadn't spoken to him since, save the briefest work-related discussions. He might not have noticed at all if he hadn't decided that dinner, that day, was the best time to argue with Radek about the east pier's power consumption. He'd stood alongside Radek's work station, the way he always did, and waited for him to finish so they could go to dinner.

Only Radek never finished. He never looked up from his work, he never promised five more minutes, nothing. It was as if Rodney wasn't there, and when Rodney realized that he panicked and ran out into the hall and asked passersby if they could see him, because he'd been working on some new tech and who knew what the machine was capable of?

"Of course they can see you," Radek growled, and Rodney walked back into the lab, indignant, because what was Radek's problem? And wait, what was with the growling, but when he asked Zelenka those questions he received nothing in response but stony silence.

"Are you ignorning me?"

"I'm trying," he answered, "but you are noisy and distracting. I wish you would go get dinner and leave me to do work in peace."

"Oh. I could...yes," Rodney agreed, wondering why he hadn't thought of that before. He'd just get dinner for the both of them, bring it back to the lab, and they could have that conversation when they were eating. And then they could work. It was brilliant, really, and Rodney was ashamed that he hadn't thought of it.

But when he returned to the lab with two trays of food the lab was dark and there was no sign of Radek anywhere. He rang the chime at Radek's rooms but received no response, and when he tried to raise him on the comm the response was clipped and quiet and Radek did NOT want to be bothered unless the city was under seige and they were going to die.

Rodney went to his rooms and ate what was on his tray and half of what he'd taken for Zelenka just out of spite, even though he'd grabbed Radek's favorite strawberry jello which Rodney despised.

It was still disgusting. And the peas were cold.

The next morning Radek returned to the lab and then ran inspections on the jumpers in the afternoon and refused to communicate with Rodney except via email, which Rodney thought was ridiculous. The other members of the science team were more productive than ever without Rodney and Radek's arguments breaking into their concentration and disturbing their processes.

Rodney had never been bored with his work, but he was starting to become bored with his job. He felt it was an important distinction.

By dinner time he'd had enough. His vocal chords were nearly rusty with disuse. He'd tried arguing with other members of the science staff, but they were lazy and unchallenging. By dinner he'd decided he was going to have to do this the hard way, and he stomped off toward the jumper bay with a life signs detector and a rather pissy disposition.

Blue shirts were dodging and weaving the minute he showed up, and in a matter of seconds Rodney was alone with one life sign in the whole bay, and it was pretty obvious that the life sign was Radek because hey, Rodney knew a smattering of Czech and he thought he had heard that phrase and it was NOT flattering at all, and what was Zelenka's problem?

He found Radek in what he'd come to think of as his jumper, the one that had been submerged. Sheppard had assembled a team and brought it back to Atlantis after Rodney had been rescued and taken to the infirmary, and Zelenka was buried deep in the jumpers insides, cables and laptops and crystals strewn everywhere, and he was still going on about someone being a stupid moron and a lazy ass and do prdele, what an asshole!

"Hey," Rodney started, and leaned against the hatch. Radek startled and jumped and glowered at McKay before returning to his work. "Hey," he said again, "can we talk for a bit?"

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"Now is not good time. After dinner," Radek said dismissively.

"I'm not going to fall for that again," he said, voice rising. "We're going to do this now or you're going to magically start talking to me again, and if you don't and there's going to be a problem, well, I wish you'd talked to me about it first, but I suppose you can go back on the Daedalus, although really, why would you want to leave, and seriously, if you're going to be an asshole about this I can send you to Russia, you know, and they-"

"I assume that you are attempting to talk me into submission? Or perhaps talk me to the death, is that it?" Rodney breathed for a moment, just relieved that Zelenka was talking, although he'd feel better about the whole thing if he wasn't holding that huge wrench. "You want me to talk to you the way I did before? You miss me and my cowardice, and me, I am bad engineer, yes? Oh, McKay, I heard every word! I have heard the audio from the jumper, yes, and I have heard you blaming me as you waited to die. You did not trust me to save your life. No, you perhaps wait for military, but not for me, not for your only real friend. I stand by you. I do not always agree, no, but I stand by you for years and in the end, it is my fault. In the end you blame me, is Zelenka's fault that you are dying in jumper at the bottom of the ocean."

At last, the wrench fell from Zelenka's hand, landing on the floor of the jumper with a loud thunk. Radek turned back to his task, and Rodney stood there, gutted, stunned and dismissed.

"What?"

"Did I stutter?"

"What? No. Radek, I was out of my head. I was hallucinating."

"That is my apology? That is what I get? I am blamed and then I get nothing? No thank you, no apology? You perhaps deserve the mess you've made, Rodney. You deserve to eat in your quarters alone. You deserve to lie awake and wonder if your friends have forsaken you. For you have forsaken me first, McKay, and you are little man, but you leave me no choice. I can repay injustice with kindness for so long only."

"You want thanks? You want me to say I'm sorry? Radek, fine, I am. I am both of those things. That you said. You know how I feel, Radek."

"I do?"

"You should."

"How is this, that I should? I am not mind reader, McKay."

"And I'm not good at this!"

Radek blinked.

"You should know how I feel by now." Rodney was taking careful inventory of his shoes. "I am petty and bad with people and yet I still have you. I would never have blamed you for what happened if I hadn't been OUT OF MY MIND. The subconscious, though. It sent Carter, for Christ's sake!" He took a deep breath and released it in what sounded like a rather put-upon sigh. "Radek. You should know how I feel by now." He turned and left the jumper bay.

Radek stared after him, mouth agape, and then looked down at all of the mess he'd just made.

He rose and ran after Rodney. He had heard they were having beef ribs in the cafeteria.

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Hee *claps* Oh, Rodney, always trying to talk people to death, whereas Radek gets straight to the point. *pats them both* And Rodney being put upon and all, "OBVIOUSLY, I was out of my mind, duh." Thanks! *pats ficlet* :)

[lilyayl.livejournal.com]

Can I do a crossover? SGA and whatever (Harry Potter, Good Omens, Firefly, etc).

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SGA/Good Omens crossover, gen or a pairing of your choosing, but involves Crowley somehow. :)

ick. something better later.

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The stars exploded in a kaleidescope of colors.

"Huh," Crowley said. "My side just gave me a letter. Sealed with wax."

Aziraphale shrugged apologetically. "Raphael has become quite enamored with the new technologies. He is even sending out emails now." The angel shuddered.

Crowley clicked back to the dvd's menu and selected the creation scene again. "He had two Edens."

"Not precisely," Aziraphale corrected. "This place--" he waved toward, "was less concentrated, purposefully haphazard."

"Very scifi." A spaceship zapped through a rip in space.

"I suppose you have been reassigned then as well?"

"Hastur was very happy."

---

"No energy readings," one of the strangers said.

"I could have told him that," Crowley muttered. The man had a computer on his back. Crowley's fingers itched for something electronic and modern.

"He heard you, my dear."

"I don't care."

--

Rodney heard the muttering and twisted to look back. Just villagers. He turned back to his work when what he'd seen hit him.

One of the villagers had been wearing sunglasses. Rodney looked back, just to make sure. The man grinned at him, ignoring the other man nudging him. Rodney caught up with Teyla.

"You said this village does not deal in trade?"

"We are the first they have offered trade since before my father's birth," Teyla affirmed.

"Then how did he get sunglasses?" Rodney pointed back at the man.

--

Crowley waved at the four strangers. He was not staying in this mudpit of a village for the next century or so. Aziraphale started nudging him again, reminding him that they weren't to draw attention to theirselves.

"Tea, angel," Crowley said through his clenched teeth and grin. "Hot water and real tea leaves. I bet they have some."

"Oh. You do have a point," Aziraphale said and he waved to the strangers as well.

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Shiny! SGA, CSI, or House. Take yer pick. :)

[cinaed.livejournal.com]

Hmm... CSI, a breakroom conversation involving Greg and David (Archie and Bobby if you can manage it). :)

[no-eden.livejournal.com]

Ye gads. The fic, god help me, is here (http://glazertag.livejournal.com/5580.html#cutid1). May I suggest you install some spam blockers just in case some of its badness infiltrates your hard drive. I apologize in advance. -_-;