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cinaed...I should just post this meme. And how the hell is it almost Thanksgiving? Where did October go? *scratches head in confusion* Anyway, doing this meme, not including my SGA Santa fic, of course. Hopefully I'll actually finish these fics now....
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) Little White Lie
Rodney is spluttering, and if he doesn’t stop complaining and making wild hand gestures, Radek is going to hit him with the nearest object available. (It’s almost disappointing that the nearest object is a pillow rather than a book or something equally solid, because Radek knows all too well that Rodney’s head is incredibly thick.)
He rolls his eyes and speaks up when Rodney pauses to breathe. “I am sorry. Apparently I misread your horrified expression and should have just kept silent. Next time, I will not provide an excuse to keep us both from being forced to get the native women pregnant.” When Rodney glares and opens his mouth to complain some more, Radek gives into the petty temptation and throws the pillow at his face, snarling, “Unless you can offer up a better excuse for our captors, perhaps convince them that having blue eyes is not a sign of godhood, Rodney, stop whining.”
(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) Till Human Voices Wake Us
As soon as Radek steps into the room, a weight that he hadn’t realized was on his shoulders eases, and he feels his lips twitch upwards into a smile. Oh yes, Rodney would never, ever hear the end of this. He turns the communication link back on and says, smugness coloring his voice, “I will remember this day as the one where God showed His hand and revealed how much more He loves me than you, Rodney.”
“You found a Zed-PM?” Rodney’s voice is a mixture of incredulity and envy, and Radek’s smile widens until his cheeks begin to ache.
“Oh yes, I’m definitely looking at a ZPM as we speak.” Radek glances around the room, but it is oddly barren besides the glowing ZPM. There are no inscriptions on the wall at all. He frowns. “Do we know what is using the ZPM’s power at the moment?”
“No, though obviously not the lights,” Rodney mutters.
(SGA) I Understood the Rest Too Well
“They’re a bit early,” Weir observes with a slight frown at the activation of the gate. The frown deepens as Yarrow steps through, expression pinched, followed closely by a red-faced McKay and two other soldiers who are wearing looks of discomfort.
“--prejudiced bastard,” McKay snarls, obviously continuing whatever insult he began on the planet. John doesn’t know if he’s ever heard the scientist sound so venomous. “You didn’t do a fucking thing. Just sat back like they weren’t about to condemn innocent men to death.”
A muscle jumps in Yarrow’s jaw, and he snaps, “McKay, what was I supposed to do? Tell them that their dogma is completely and utterly wrong?”
“Yes!” McKay shouts, and it’s only when he raises his hands to gesture that John realizes he’s injured. There’s a nasty gash across his left palm that is sprinkling blood onto the floor as he waves his hands and snaps, “Yes. Those men are going to be executed--”
(CSI) Flowers of Catholicon -- (AU)
“And your qualifications?” a dry, crisp voice says, breaking the silence, and Greg turns to stare at the man and two women walking past the line. The man is tall and lanky, and wearing a slight scowl, as though he has judged this army camp and found it wanting, and is bedecked in a uniform whose chest is covered with various medals.
The first woman is tall and breathtakingly beautiful, and if it wasn’t for the fact that she is wearing a soldier’s uniform and is idly caressing the sword at her side, Greg would have thought her a performer of some sort. It’s the way she moves with a liquid grace and the beauty of her blond mane and intense blue eyes. She too, has several medals on her chest, which even Greg knew meant that they were both high-ranking officers.
The final part of the trio was a woman who was much shorter than the two. Like the man, she was wearing a scowl, this one colored by a look of surly defiance, and she wore a commoner’s clothes. She was apparently the one the question had been directed towards, because she lifts her chin defiantly and says, “My qualifications? I am fluent in Catholiconi, General Hodges. I can assure you--”
(SGA) Four Ways Radek and Rodney Never Met -- (AU)
Radek resisted the urge to bury his face in his hands as McKay blinked, a light bulb obviously going off in the man’s head. The principal, discovering that Radek had a Ph.D., had insisted that the students call him “Doctor Zelenka” rather than “Mr. Zelenka.” Radek had never thought that would come back to bite him in the ass.
“Wait, wait, wait. Doctor? As in Dr. Radek Zelenka, who created the Prague Algorithm and sold it to the Americans and then dropped off the face of the earth? You’re that Radek Zelenka?”
“Yes,” Jeannie said, when it was obvious Radek wasn’t going to answer. She shot him a vaguely apologetic look, adding, “He’s a science teacher at Kaleb’s school.”
McKay looked horrified. “You’re a science teacher?” he exclaimed, sounding as though Jeannie had just said that Radek had been a prostitute for the last few years. “But-- why?”
(SGA) Seven Children Rodney Never Had
Rodney almost catches mono from April Bingham because of a kiss, but it’s Fiona Anderson that he loses his virginity to.
It’s not her first time; in fact, from what he’s overheard in the locker room during gym, Fiona lost her virginity at the age of fourteen to her boyfriend Seth, the stereotypical troublemaker who was constantly getting suspended from class. That same good-for-nothing was caught just last week making out with the exchange student from Germany, and broke up with Fiona in a large, dramatic debacle that had ended with the school security escorting Seth to the principal’s office and then to the police station.
Even as Fiona grabs his arm and drags him into a deserted classroom during lunch, Rodney realizes that he is a rebound guy; moreover, he’s probably the first guy she’s seen since the bell rang for lunch and she is just making do, but he’s seventeen and can’t really force himself to care much.
(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)
“Major, I will meet you in the jumper bay. Simpson is finishing the repairs of Jumper One as I speak,” he says into his headset, and hears something that sounded like a pleased noise from Sheppard. “Were you wishing to be the test pilot?”
“Of course,” Sheppard replies, and Radek smiles. He and Simpson had worked for quite some time repairing the damage sustained when the jumper had been stuck in the Gate, but soon it would be flying just like new and Radek could finally get a few hours of peace without Sheppard asking after the jumper. Well, as much peace as one could get before the next crisis, real or imagined.
He walks quickly towards the jumper bay, ignoring the ache in his knee. He’d spent too much time crouched over panels yesterday, figuring out the total extent of the damage and how they could repair it, and he seems to be paying the price today. Radek will have to go and see about getting some painkillers from Carson once Sheppard is satisfied that Jumper One was back in working order.
(CSI) Gordian Knot - Chapter Four: Those Years, They Haunt Me Still
He paused to grimace. LA was a period of his life he had wanted to forget, and for the most part it had become his past, memories only creeping out in particularly maudlin moments. The only part of LA that he’d wanted to remember were the times that involved Abby, really, but now it seemed like he was going to have to remember everything.
“Seeing as that was part of the kidnappers’ demands, yes, I’m going to LA,” he said, keeping his tone purposely matter-of-fact. “Grissom said that he and a group of CSIs are going too, so that means….” It meant his past was going to rear its ugly head and bite him in the ass, that’s what it meant. Though perhaps, afterwards, Grissom would write him a recommendation (Grissom didn’t seem the type to care about the reasons David had left LA) and he could try for a job on the East Coast. Give Abby a few white Christmases, put LA and Las Vegas behind him for good….
(SGA) The Punishment of Tiresias
It takes a few weeks, but finally the snickers and ‘clever’ comments quiet down, and people find someone else to torment. Rodney probably should be relieved, but he is still seething over the whole ordeal, and so far, plotting various ways for Cadman to meet an untimely death hasn’t lessened his feelings of wrath.
Still, at least people have stopped asking him when he’s going to sweep Carson off his feet. (And Carson’s finally stopped blushing every time Rodney comes to the infirmary.)
Things have quieted down, life has gone on, and so Rodney is more than a little bewildered when Katie Brown sits across from him in the commissary and proceeds to just stare at him.
He stares back. Privately, he admits to himself that he’s avoided Katie ever since Cadman’s consciousness was returned to her body -- he’s been trying to forget everything that happened during that time. Thinking back on the rather elaborate methods he’s used to avoid her, he suspects that she’s probably here to tell him what an ass he’s been.
(SGA) The Unfortunate Pied Piper -- (AU)
He sighed, resisting the urge to bury his face in his hands. Maybe he could convince John to take the children back to Hamelin. The townspeople would hail him as a hero, maybe give him the major's daughter as a thank-you, and Rodney could go back to experimenting with the pipe far, far away from children.
"Excuse me," someone said politely, with an accent Rodney couldn't place. "Are you Rodney McKay?"
He squinted up at the man, who had mussed unmanageable-looking hair and what seemed like a day-old beard. "That depends on who's asking," he said slowly. "If you're the father or uncle of one of these brats, then yes, and please, please take them home. If you're one of the townspeople looking to lynch Rodney McKay, then these are all my nieces and nephews."
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) Little White Lie
Rodney is spluttering, and if he doesn’t stop complaining and making wild hand gestures, Radek is going to hit him with the nearest object available. (It’s almost disappointing that the nearest object is a pillow rather than a book or something equally solid, because Radek knows all too well that Rodney’s head is incredibly thick.)
He rolls his eyes and speaks up when Rodney pauses to breathe. “I am sorry. Apparently I misread your horrified expression and should have just kept silent. Next time, I will not provide an excuse to keep us both from being forced to get the native women pregnant.” When Rodney glares and opens his mouth to complain some more, Radek gives into the petty temptation and throws the pillow at his face, snarling, “Unless you can offer up a better excuse for our captors, perhaps convince them that having blue eyes is not a sign of godhood, Rodney, stop whining.”
(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) Till Human Voices Wake Us
As soon as Radek steps into the room, a weight that he hadn’t realized was on his shoulders eases, and he feels his lips twitch upwards into a smile. Oh yes, Rodney would never, ever hear the end of this. He turns the communication link back on and says, smugness coloring his voice, “I will remember this day as the one where God showed His hand and revealed how much more He loves me than you, Rodney.”
“You found a Zed-PM?” Rodney’s voice is a mixture of incredulity and envy, and Radek’s smile widens until his cheeks begin to ache.
“Oh yes, I’m definitely looking at a ZPM as we speak.” Radek glances around the room, but it is oddly barren besides the glowing ZPM. There are no inscriptions on the wall at all. He frowns. “Do we know what is using the ZPM’s power at the moment?”
“No, though obviously not the lights,” Rodney mutters.
(SGA) I Understood the Rest Too Well
“They’re a bit early,” Weir observes with a slight frown at the activation of the gate. The frown deepens as Yarrow steps through, expression pinched, followed closely by a red-faced McKay and two other soldiers who are wearing looks of discomfort.
“--prejudiced bastard,” McKay snarls, obviously continuing whatever insult he began on the planet. John doesn’t know if he’s ever heard the scientist sound so venomous. “You didn’t do a fucking thing. Just sat back like they weren’t about to condemn innocent men to death.”
A muscle jumps in Yarrow’s jaw, and he snaps, “McKay, what was I supposed to do? Tell them that their dogma is completely and utterly wrong?”
“Yes!” McKay shouts, and it’s only when he raises his hands to gesture that John realizes he’s injured. There’s a nasty gash across his left palm that is sprinkling blood onto the floor as he waves his hands and snaps, “Yes. Those men are going to be executed--”
(CSI) Flowers of Catholicon -- (AU)
“And your qualifications?” a dry, crisp voice says, breaking the silence, and Greg turns to stare at the man and two women walking past the line. The man is tall and lanky, and wearing a slight scowl, as though he has judged this army camp and found it wanting, and is bedecked in a uniform whose chest is covered with various medals.
The first woman is tall and breathtakingly beautiful, and if it wasn’t for the fact that she is wearing a soldier’s uniform and is idly caressing the sword at her side, Greg would have thought her a performer of some sort. It’s the way she moves with a liquid grace and the beauty of her blond mane and intense blue eyes. She too, has several medals on her chest, which even Greg knew meant that they were both high-ranking officers.
The final part of the trio was a woman who was much shorter than the two. Like the man, she was wearing a scowl, this one colored by a look of surly defiance, and she wore a commoner’s clothes. She was apparently the one the question had been directed towards, because she lifts her chin defiantly and says, “My qualifications? I am fluent in Catholiconi, General Hodges. I can assure you--”
(SGA) Four Ways Radek and Rodney Never Met -- (AU)
Radek resisted the urge to bury his face in his hands as McKay blinked, a light bulb obviously going off in the man’s head. The principal, discovering that Radek had a Ph.D., had insisted that the students call him “Doctor Zelenka” rather than “Mr. Zelenka.” Radek had never thought that would come back to bite him in the ass.
“Wait, wait, wait. Doctor? As in Dr. Radek Zelenka, who created the Prague Algorithm and sold it to the Americans and then dropped off the face of the earth? You’re that Radek Zelenka?”
“Yes,” Jeannie said, when it was obvious Radek wasn’t going to answer. She shot him a vaguely apologetic look, adding, “He’s a science teacher at Kaleb’s school.”
McKay looked horrified. “You’re a science teacher?” he exclaimed, sounding as though Jeannie had just said that Radek had been a prostitute for the last few years. “But-- why?”
(SGA) Seven Children Rodney Never Had
Rodney almost catches mono from April Bingham because of a kiss, but it’s Fiona Anderson that he loses his virginity to.
It’s not her first time; in fact, from what he’s overheard in the locker room during gym, Fiona lost her virginity at the age of fourteen to her boyfriend Seth, the stereotypical troublemaker who was constantly getting suspended from class. That same good-for-nothing was caught just last week making out with the exchange student from Germany, and broke up with Fiona in a large, dramatic debacle that had ended with the school security escorting Seth to the principal’s office and then to the police station.
Even as Fiona grabs his arm and drags him into a deserted classroom during lunch, Rodney realizes that he is a rebound guy; moreover, he’s probably the first guy she’s seen since the bell rang for lunch and she is just making do, but he’s seventeen and can’t really force himself to care much.
(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)
“Major, I will meet you in the jumper bay. Simpson is finishing the repairs of Jumper One as I speak,” he says into his headset, and hears something that sounded like a pleased noise from Sheppard. “Were you wishing to be the test pilot?”
“Of course,” Sheppard replies, and Radek smiles. He and Simpson had worked for quite some time repairing the damage sustained when the jumper had been stuck in the Gate, but soon it would be flying just like new and Radek could finally get a few hours of peace without Sheppard asking after the jumper. Well, as much peace as one could get before the next crisis, real or imagined.
He walks quickly towards the jumper bay, ignoring the ache in his knee. He’d spent too much time crouched over panels yesterday, figuring out the total extent of the damage and how they could repair it, and he seems to be paying the price today. Radek will have to go and see about getting some painkillers from Carson once Sheppard is satisfied that Jumper One was back in working order.
(CSI) Gordian Knot - Chapter Four: Those Years, They Haunt Me Still
He paused to grimace. LA was a period of his life he had wanted to forget, and for the most part it had become his past, memories only creeping out in particularly maudlin moments. The only part of LA that he’d wanted to remember were the times that involved Abby, really, but now it seemed like he was going to have to remember everything.
“Seeing as that was part of the kidnappers’ demands, yes, I’m going to LA,” he said, keeping his tone purposely matter-of-fact. “Grissom said that he and a group of CSIs are going too, so that means….” It meant his past was going to rear its ugly head and bite him in the ass, that’s what it meant. Though perhaps, afterwards, Grissom would write him a recommendation (Grissom didn’t seem the type to care about the reasons David had left LA) and he could try for a job on the East Coast. Give Abby a few white Christmases, put LA and Las Vegas behind him for good….
(SGA) The Punishment of Tiresias
It takes a few weeks, but finally the snickers and ‘clever’ comments quiet down, and people find someone else to torment. Rodney probably should be relieved, but he is still seething over the whole ordeal, and so far, plotting various ways for Cadman to meet an untimely death hasn’t lessened his feelings of wrath.
Still, at least people have stopped asking him when he’s going to sweep Carson off his feet. (And Carson’s finally stopped blushing every time Rodney comes to the infirmary.)
Things have quieted down, life has gone on, and so Rodney is more than a little bewildered when Katie Brown sits across from him in the commissary and proceeds to just stare at him.
He stares back. Privately, he admits to himself that he’s avoided Katie ever since Cadman’s consciousness was returned to her body -- he’s been trying to forget everything that happened during that time. Thinking back on the rather elaborate methods he’s used to avoid her, he suspects that she’s probably here to tell him what an ass he’s been.
(SGA) The Unfortunate Pied Piper -- (AU)
He sighed, resisting the urge to bury his face in his hands. Maybe he could convince John to take the children back to Hamelin. The townspeople would hail him as a hero, maybe give him the major's daughter as a thank-you, and Rodney could go back to experimenting with the pipe far, far away from children.
"Excuse me," someone said politely, with an accent Rodney couldn't place. "Are you Rodney McKay?"
He squinted up at the man, who had mussed unmanageable-looking hair and what seemed like a day-old beard. "That depends on who's asking," he said slowly. "If you're the father or uncle of one of these brats, then yes, and please, please take them home. If you're one of the townspeople looking to lynch Rodney McKay, then these are all my nieces and nephews."
