a short ekat update
Sep. 25th, 2006 08:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ekaterinnI've been sick all weekend and now am officially sick of being sick. While I'm still somewhat sneezy in body and feeble in mind, I will, however, endeavor to finish all the five things requests (and a loopy story for a certain someone). Meanwhile, as I slouch off to the Monday morning doldrums of despair, have a
"You've been flirting with me!" Rodney blurted out. "Oh, don't give me that I'm-just-a-dumb-flyboy look, Sheppard, I'm not that dense." His eyes narrowed. "That little bump you did with your shoulder when we walked into the briefing - that was flirting! And when you stole my half-eaten chocolate pudding - which, by the way, gets you no brownie points at all - that was flirting! And, and -" Rodney snapped his fingers, "and when you shot me! Oh My God, is that how you pick up people? You shoot them in the leg and wait for them to swoon and fall into your arms?"
"Well," John drawled, "you were invulnerable at the time."
"Not the point!" Rodney snapped.
"You've been flirting with me!" Rodney blurted out. "Oh, don't give me that I'm-just-a-dumb-flyboy look, Sheppard, I'm not that dense." His eyes narrowed. "That little bump you did with your shoulder when we walked into the briefing - that was flirting! And when you stole my half-eaten chocolate pudding - which, by the way, gets you no brownie points at all - that was flirting! And, and -" Rodney snapped his fingers, "and when you shot me! Oh My God, is that how you pick up people? You shoot them in the leg and wait for them to swoon and fall into your arms?"
"Well," John drawled, "you were invulnerable at the time."
"Not the point!" Rodney snapped.
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Date: 2006-09-25 05:22 pm (UTC)love ya.
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Date: 2006-10-02 12:09 pm (UTC)Wow, I wonder what the H Book of Morality would be like? H's ten commandments?
Ye shall not touch a man's knives.
Ye shall not covet a man's knives
Ye shall not place false knives before me...
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Date: 2006-10-02 04:37 pm (UTC)*giggles madly* Oh man, that makes my Monday morning so much better.
Also, I found this snippet of a story when looking through my files, and thought you might apperciate it:
Daniel hugged him goodbye. “Be safe,” he whispered into Brennan’s left shoulder. Brennan smiled at his cousin. “You too,” he told him. “And kick Earther ass, ‘cause I’m certainly planning too.”
“Well, I thought that was just understood,” Daniel replied, stepping into his transport. He waved at Brennan. “See you at the victory!”
“At the victory!” Brennan shouted back, watching Daniel disappear past the transport’s door. He didn’t know where the transport was taking Daniel, though he was aware that his cousin had gotten picked for some mech tech squad. Mech wasn’t really Brennan’s thing and it sure wasn’t an obsession like it was for Daniel. Instead of spending all his time building or fixing machinery, Brennan had spent his working hours helping Outside or doing the crap jobs on transport runs. The odd free hour had been spent in the station’s shitty gym. Well, aside from his and Daniel’s weekly drinking meet-up. I’ll definitely miss that, he thought, smothering a grin. When Daniel had turned 18, just a few months behind him, they’d had a huge piss-up to celebrate the end of required school-comp time. It was both one of Brennan’s fondest memories and most painful, mostly because the hangover the next morning had been a bitch and a half.
But while it was true that his closest friend was now more than a bribe of whiskey away, Brennan had no regrets. He may not know where Daniel was going, but he knew where his own feet were taking him. He slung his duffel bag over his shoulder. Brennan was going to moon. And he was going to fight.
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