OTP Meme (And Ficlet)
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cinaedWhat are your top 5 OTPs?
1.) Rodney/Radek (SGA)
2.) David/Greg (CSI)
3.) House/Wilson (House)
4.) Daniel/Vala (SG-1)
5.) Flynn/Provenza (The Closer)
1. When did you first fall in love with ship number 1? (Rodney/Radek)
The scene in "The Siege I," where Rodney tells Radek to take care of his city. I love the understanding they had in their mutual love of Atlantis, not to mention the mixture of friendly affection and exasperation they felt towards each other.
2. When did you fall in love with ship number 5? (Flynn/Provenza)
They're my snarky old man OTP! As soon as I saw the spark they had in their interactions and their wonderfully snarky banter, I fell absolutely head over heels. You can ask poor Bella, who I ramble at every time The Closer comes on.
3.What is your favorite moment of ship number 3? (House/Wilson)
I've only seen S1 and part of S2, but I adore the scene during "Three Stories" when Wilson sits in on the class and you see that they have so much history together. Screwed-up history, but history nonetheless.
4. What will the ship be if you take the boy from ship 2 and the girl from ship 1 and mesh them? If one or both of the ships are slash, then pick and choose.
...God, David Hodges/Rodney McKay? They would probably kill each other. Or induce those around them to homicide.
5. Vice versa.
Radek/Greg would, uh-- I really can't picture that. They'd bond over coffee or something?
6. What's your favorite moment for ship 4? (Daniel/Vala)
I haven't see the end of S9 or any of S10, but I love "Prometheus Bound," where they first met and, well, beat the crap out of each other.
7. How long was there between the time you got into the fandom and the time you started shipping ship number 3? (House/Wilson)
I got into the show first and started shipping them, then got into fandom...where I wrote Chase/Wilson, go figure. But that was about two years ago or so.
8. When did you start shipping ship number 4? (Daniel/Vala)
Uh, only a couple of months ago, when I began watching S8 and S9 and saw them interacting.
9. Take three random people from three of the ships and create an OT3?
Radek/David/Daniel.
10. Rank your OTPs in order.
1, 2, 4, 5, 3
*
(Set in a non-canon post-S10 and S3 universe where the Wraith and Ori are defeated and gone, no real spoilers)
"I told you, I am fine," Radek snapped irritably, jerking away from Daniel's hand, which had been moving towards his chin. It was, well, not precisely true; his head was pounding, his entire face ached, his eyes were watery, and his nose was bleeding. Still, Radek rather thought he could survive an elbow to his face. "Next time, however, you can investigate cries for help on your own." Really, if this was how all of his mandatory "vacation" trips back to Earth went, he was seriously going to begin contemplating going native. Though he would miss the good thing about being on Earth: Daniel.
"I suppose this is the point where I thank you," someone said, voice thick with sarcasm, and Radek jumped a little, wondering how Rodney could be on Las Vegas when he was supposed to be on Atlantis. The voice continued, and this time Radek realized the tone was sarcastic, yes, but unhurried, without that sharp, slightly panicky edge Rodney's constantly had, even now that the Wraith and Ori had been defeated. "However, seeing as the mugger still got away with my wallet--"
"You're welcome," Daniel said pointedly.
Radek blinked and was relieved that his sight was finally clearing. Well, as much as it could, with his glasses in pieces on the ground. He squinted at the man they'd rescued from a mugger (and there was a striking difference between Pegasus and the Milky Way-- Pegasus may have had the Wraith, but Radek had never encountered a mugger here), but couldn't make out the man's features.
"Could we get out of this alley and perhaps report this to the police?" Radek asked. And then perhaps get him some aspirin. He frowned at the man's snort. "What?"
In answer, the man reached into a pocket and pulled out what looked like a cell phone. "Brass? Yeah, think you could get one of your buddies down here? A mugger decided he liked the look of my wallet, and some tourists decided to play hero and one was hit in the face." He paused and snorted again before he gave the street name. "The police will be here in a couple of minutes."
"Are you an officer?" Daniel asked.
"Technician at the crime lab," the man explained, and then finally seemed to remember his manners, extending his hand. "Hodges. David Hodges."
"Daniel Jackson, and this is Radek Zelenka," Daniel said, and Radek waved the hand that wasn't pressed to his nose at David. "I'm afraid we didn't get a good look at the mugger, so we're probably not going to be very useful to the police." Perhaps Radek was the only one who caught the note of slight unease in Daniel's apologetic statement. Of course, Daniel probably wasn't looking forward to explaining to the SGC how a simple trip to Las Vegas to see the sights had ended up with a police report.
Daniel and David had kept speaking while he'd been contemplating the SGC's reaction to the incident, and he just kept quiet, letting their conversation wash over him and busying himself with attempting to staunch his bloody nose. By the time the police arrived, his nose had thankfully stopped bleeding, but his shirt-- the pale blue shirt that Colonel Carter had just teased him about a few hours earlier, saying that he should try to wear something that wasn't scientist blue-- was a lost cause.
David kept up the sarcastic tone during the questioning by the police, and it wasn't until the police car disappeared down the street that the sarcasm lessened in his voice as he remarked, "I suppose I do owe you both. Most people would've just walked past."
Daniel shrugged. "It's nothing," he said, as though that settled that, and Radek supposed it did. After all, if Daniel expected a thank-you for every time he had saved Earth, he'd find himself sorely disappointed.
"There's a cafe two streets down that makes a halfway decent cup of coffee," David said, and that was how Radek found himself wedged in between Daniel and David in a booth, attempting to ignore the odd look the waitress was giving him and his bloodstained shirt.
"Couldn't we have gone back to the hotel?" he asked a bit plaintively, and it was only when Daniel raised an eyebrow and looked amused that Radek realized how that had come out. He flushed a little and pointedly didn't look at David. "The hotel has aspirin and a shirt that does not make the waitress think I am a serial killer."
"Maybe later," Daniel said, very low in his ear, and this time it was Radek's turn to raise an eyebrow, because in the year and half he had been seeing Daniel, he hadn't realized Daniel was interested in menage a trois.
Well, he supposed you learned something new every day.
1.) Rodney/Radek (SGA)
2.) David/Greg (CSI)
3.) House/Wilson (House)
4.) Daniel/Vala (SG-1)
5.) Flynn/Provenza (The Closer)
1. When did you first fall in love with ship number 1? (Rodney/Radek)
The scene in "The Siege I," where Rodney tells Radek to take care of his city. I love the understanding they had in their mutual love of Atlantis, not to mention the mixture of friendly affection and exasperation they felt towards each other.
2. When did you fall in love with ship number 5? (Flynn/Provenza)
They're my snarky old man OTP! As soon as I saw the spark they had in their interactions and their wonderfully snarky banter, I fell absolutely head over heels. You can ask poor Bella, who I ramble at every time The Closer comes on.
3.What is your favorite moment of ship number 3? (House/Wilson)
I've only seen S1 and part of S2, but I adore the scene during "Three Stories" when Wilson sits in on the class and you see that they have so much history together. Screwed-up history, but history nonetheless.
4. What will the ship be if you take the boy from ship 2 and the girl from ship 1 and mesh them? If one or both of the ships are slash, then pick and choose.
...God, David Hodges/Rodney McKay? They would probably kill each other. Or induce those around them to homicide.
5. Vice versa.
Radek/Greg would, uh-- I really can't picture that. They'd bond over coffee or something?
6. What's your favorite moment for ship 4? (Daniel/Vala)
I haven't see the end of S9 or any of S10, but I love "Prometheus Bound," where they first met and, well, beat the crap out of each other.
7. How long was there between the time you got into the fandom and the time you started shipping ship number 3? (House/Wilson)
I got into the show first and started shipping them, then got into fandom...where I wrote Chase/Wilson, go figure. But that was about two years ago or so.
8. When did you start shipping ship number 4? (Daniel/Vala)
Uh, only a couple of months ago, when I began watching S8 and S9 and saw them interacting.
9. Take three random people from three of the ships and create an OT3?
Radek/David/Daniel.
10. Rank your OTPs in order.
1, 2, 4, 5, 3
*
(Set in a non-canon post-S10 and S3 universe where the Wraith and Ori are defeated and gone, no real spoilers)
"I told you, I am fine," Radek snapped irritably, jerking away from Daniel's hand, which had been moving towards his chin. It was, well, not precisely true; his head was pounding, his entire face ached, his eyes were watery, and his nose was bleeding. Still, Radek rather thought he could survive an elbow to his face. "Next time, however, you can investigate cries for help on your own." Really, if this was how all of his mandatory "vacation" trips back to Earth went, he was seriously going to begin contemplating going native. Though he would miss the good thing about being on Earth: Daniel.
"I suppose this is the point where I thank you," someone said, voice thick with sarcasm, and Radek jumped a little, wondering how Rodney could be on Las Vegas when he was supposed to be on Atlantis. The voice continued, and this time Radek realized the tone was sarcastic, yes, but unhurried, without that sharp, slightly panicky edge Rodney's constantly had, even now that the Wraith and Ori had been defeated. "However, seeing as the mugger still got away with my wallet--"
"You're welcome," Daniel said pointedly.
Radek blinked and was relieved that his sight was finally clearing. Well, as much as it could, with his glasses in pieces on the ground. He squinted at the man they'd rescued from a mugger (and there was a striking difference between Pegasus and the Milky Way-- Pegasus may have had the Wraith, but Radek had never encountered a mugger here), but couldn't make out the man's features.
"Could we get out of this alley and perhaps report this to the police?" Radek asked. And then perhaps get him some aspirin. He frowned at the man's snort. "What?"
In answer, the man reached into a pocket and pulled out what looked like a cell phone. "Brass? Yeah, think you could get one of your buddies down here? A mugger decided he liked the look of my wallet, and some tourists decided to play hero and one was hit in the face." He paused and snorted again before he gave the street name. "The police will be here in a couple of minutes."
"Are you an officer?" Daniel asked.
"Technician at the crime lab," the man explained, and then finally seemed to remember his manners, extending his hand. "Hodges. David Hodges."
"Daniel Jackson, and this is Radek Zelenka," Daniel said, and Radek waved the hand that wasn't pressed to his nose at David. "I'm afraid we didn't get a good look at the mugger, so we're probably not going to be very useful to the police." Perhaps Radek was the only one who caught the note of slight unease in Daniel's apologetic statement. Of course, Daniel probably wasn't looking forward to explaining to the SGC how a simple trip to Las Vegas to see the sights had ended up with a police report.
Daniel and David had kept speaking while he'd been contemplating the SGC's reaction to the incident, and he just kept quiet, letting their conversation wash over him and busying himself with attempting to staunch his bloody nose. By the time the police arrived, his nose had thankfully stopped bleeding, but his shirt-- the pale blue shirt that Colonel Carter had just teased him about a few hours earlier, saying that he should try to wear something that wasn't scientist blue-- was a lost cause.
David kept up the sarcastic tone during the questioning by the police, and it wasn't until the police car disappeared down the street that the sarcasm lessened in his voice as he remarked, "I suppose I do owe you both. Most people would've just walked past."
Daniel shrugged. "It's nothing," he said, as though that settled that, and Radek supposed it did. After all, if Daniel expected a thank-you for every time he had saved Earth, he'd find himself sorely disappointed.
"There's a cafe two streets down that makes a halfway decent cup of coffee," David said, and that was how Radek found himself wedged in between Daniel and David in a booth, attempting to ignore the odd look the waitress was giving him and his bloodstained shirt.
"Couldn't we have gone back to the hotel?" he asked a bit plaintively, and it was only when Daniel raised an eyebrow and looked amused that Radek realized how that had come out. He flushed a little and pointedly didn't look at David. "The hotel has aspirin and a shirt that does not make the waitress think I am a serial killer."
"Maybe later," Daniel said, very low in his ear, and this time it was Radek's turn to raise an eyebrow, because in the year and half he had been seeing Daniel, he hadn't realized Daniel was interested in menage a trois.
Well, he supposed you learned something new every day.
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Date: 2007-09-06 10:19 pm (UTC)Hi, I'm Bella and Ace talks about her old guy OTP ALL THE TIME.
(Hey, that was my first R/R moment too!)
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Date: 2007-09-06 10:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-06 10:30 pm (UTC)You need an old guy OTP icon. I might make you one.