Long-overdue drabbles
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ekaterinnTo celebrate my writing the PRAXIS, I'm posting several drabblets for people:
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ana_grrl:
McKay was an arrogant, loudmouthed asshole who seemed determined to obstruct Lorne’s investigation in any way possible.
Unfortunately for Lorne, he was also pretty cute.
He blinked as the man let out an annoyed huff. “Are you even listening to me, or do I have to break this down into even smaller words: I’ve never even heard of SGC Industries." McKay threw his arms into the air. “Is that clear enough for the insane person in the room?”
Lorne tore his gaze away from McKay’s nicely muscled arms and said, “Oh, one thing is very clear: you’re a very bad liar.” He couldn’t help smiling as McKay stammered incoherently at him, his face turning red. Oh yeah, McKay was guilty as hell, but cute.
Forrossetti:
McKay chanted as they sprinted away, “Oh God, oh god, that‘s -”
Behind them, the building blew up.
“ - awesome?” John suggested. Beside him, McKay managed to pant and glare at the same time. “You moron, we almost died! My immense intellect, lost to the world forever!”
John shut him up the best way he knew how: he leaned over and kissed McKay. With lots of tongue. When he broke the kiss, McKay just stared at him. “Well?” John asked, smirking slightly.
McKay rolled his eyes. “I still say that Elizabeth’s going to be pissed when she finds out we blew our covers, but okay, maybe just a little bit awesome.” And he grabbed John by the jacket and showed him how genius spies really kiss.
Forraucousraven:
Ivan peered warily through the window of Miles’s office door. His cousin was rubbing his hands together and muttering to himself, never a good sign. Eyeing the end of the hallway, he considered fleeing, but suddenly By’s door flung open and Ivan’s escape route was cut off. With an air of a man going into battle armed with a wooden shield against lasers, he pushed open the door.
“Ivan!” Miles exclaimed.
“Whatever it is, I’m not doing it,” Ivan said grimly, dumping the pile of statistics papers on Miles’s desk.
Miles ignored him. “Look at this!” He pushed the laptop towards Ivan, who bent down to look at the highlighted text.
“Isn’t that the assertion we spent three nights in the library disproving?” Ivan said, frowning. His latest girlfriend certainly hadn’t been happy with him for those three nights.
“Exactly,” Miles said with a grin. “That debunking is part of my latest paper - and it will published in the next issue of this very journal.” He actually cackled with glee.
Ivan snorted. “Have fun coming the mad scientist, Prof Coz. I’m off to sweep a girl off her feet.”
Miles, already hunched over the laptop again, muttered “not one path to victory, Dr. Cavilo, but all paths!”
“Then I’m going to go do yoga with Dean Gregor,” Ivan tried experimentally, “and go over to my mother’s and spend the evening planning University social functions.”
Miles just waved a hand at him.
Ivan gave up and scanned the hallway for By. Finding no one, he slipped out of the office. Behind him, Miles gave a shout and started typing rapidly. Crazy little bugger, Ivan thought, exasperated and fond.
For my dearthe_acrobat, from the Something Like Flying universe:
John wakes up suddenly, dropping out of a dream. There was a red flag and pillars like pill bottles; already he’s forgotten what startled him into wakefulness. He really only retains his full-moon dreams: John and a spaceship and a co-pilot, flying up beyond the sky. But he’s unsettled enough to be unwilling to close his eyes again right away. John looks at Remus instead, in this bed they share, in the light of the new moon coming down through the window pane.
It’s summer, and warm enough that Remus has thrown off the sheets and the blanket, leaving his bare back, cris-crossed with scars, open to John’s gaze. John would reach out and trace these scars, these souvenirs of survival, but he doesn’t want to wake Remus, who’s a light sleeper at the best of times. He’s scared sometimes, John is, and ashamed at being scared, because he’s afraid of not measuring up to Remus, of not being equal to the places he has been or the people he has lost.
John’s only a librarian in Boston who doesn’t love that easily, but he tries. He just hopes that it will be enough. He looks away, but Remus does shift in his sleep then, reaching out to clutch at John’s shoulder. John breathes in and breathes again, and his eyes flutter and close.
For
ana_grrl:McKay was an arrogant, loudmouthed asshole who seemed determined to obstruct Lorne’s investigation in any way possible.
Unfortunately for Lorne, he was also pretty cute.
He blinked as the man let out an annoyed huff. “Are you even listening to me, or do I have to break this down into even smaller words: I’ve never even heard of SGC Industries." McKay threw his arms into the air. “Is that clear enough for the insane person in the room?”
Lorne tore his gaze away from McKay’s nicely muscled arms and said, “Oh, one thing is very clear: you’re a very bad liar.” He couldn’t help smiling as McKay stammered incoherently at him, his face turning red. Oh yeah, McKay was guilty as hell, but cute.
For
rossetti:McKay chanted as they sprinted away, “Oh God, oh god, that‘s -”
Behind them, the building blew up.
“ - awesome?” John suggested. Beside him, McKay managed to pant and glare at the same time. “You moron, we almost died! My immense intellect, lost to the world forever!”
John shut him up the best way he knew how: he leaned over and kissed McKay. With lots of tongue. When he broke the kiss, McKay just stared at him. “Well?” John asked, smirking slightly.
McKay rolled his eyes. “I still say that Elizabeth’s going to be pissed when she finds out we blew our covers, but okay, maybe just a little bit awesome.” And he grabbed John by the jacket and showed him how genius spies really kiss.
For
raucousraven:Ivan peered warily through the window of Miles’s office door. His cousin was rubbing his hands together and muttering to himself, never a good sign. Eyeing the end of the hallway, he considered fleeing, but suddenly By’s door flung open and Ivan’s escape route was cut off. With an air of a man going into battle armed with a wooden shield against lasers, he pushed open the door.
“Ivan!” Miles exclaimed.
“Whatever it is, I’m not doing it,” Ivan said grimly, dumping the pile of statistics papers on Miles’s desk.
Miles ignored him. “Look at this!” He pushed the laptop towards Ivan, who bent down to look at the highlighted text.
“Isn’t that the assertion we spent three nights in the library disproving?” Ivan said, frowning. His latest girlfriend certainly hadn’t been happy with him for those three nights.
“Exactly,” Miles said with a grin. “That debunking is part of my latest paper - and it will published in the next issue of this very journal.” He actually cackled with glee.
Ivan snorted. “Have fun coming the mad scientist, Prof Coz. I’m off to sweep a girl off her feet.”
Miles, already hunched over the laptop again, muttered “not one path to victory, Dr. Cavilo, but all paths!”
“Then I’m going to go do yoga with Dean Gregor,” Ivan tried experimentally, “and go over to my mother’s and spend the evening planning University social functions.”
Miles just waved a hand at him.
Ivan gave up and scanned the hallway for By. Finding no one, he slipped out of the office. Behind him, Miles gave a shout and started typing rapidly. Crazy little bugger, Ivan thought, exasperated and fond.
For my dear
the_acrobat, from the Something Like Flying universe:John wakes up suddenly, dropping out of a dream. There was a red flag and pillars like pill bottles; already he’s forgotten what startled him into wakefulness. He really only retains his full-moon dreams: John and a spaceship and a co-pilot, flying up beyond the sky. But he’s unsettled enough to be unwilling to close his eyes again right away. John looks at Remus instead, in this bed they share, in the light of the new moon coming down through the window pane.
It’s summer, and warm enough that Remus has thrown off the sheets and the blanket, leaving his bare back, cris-crossed with scars, open to John’s gaze. John would reach out and trace these scars, these souvenirs of survival, but he doesn’t want to wake Remus, who’s a light sleeper at the best of times. He’s scared sometimes, John is, and ashamed at being scared, because he’s afraid of not measuring up to Remus, of not being equal to the places he has been or the people he has lost.
John’s only a librarian in Boston who doesn’t love that easily, but he tries. He just hopes that it will be enough. He looks away, but Remus does shift in his sleep then, reaching out to clutch at John’s shoulder. John breathes in and breathes again, and his eyes flutter and close.
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Date: 2007-05-01 11:00 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-05-03 02:05 am (UTC)Ah, yes! Perfect!
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Date: 2007-05-02 01:13 am (UTC)ILU SO MUCH RIGHT NOW. SRSLY.
I almost never do this, because I know it's kind of annoying, but... MORE? Seriously. You nailed their voices and dropped all these amusing hints, and the departmental politics alone promise so much hilarity, because not only Miles but Miles and Ivan, you idiot and especially my darling By Vorrutyer hanging around behind doors and possibly doing some work on the side for Applied Ethics emeritus Dr. Illyan...
More? Please pretty please? As the muse moves, of course.
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Date: 2007-05-03 01:57 am (UTC)By Vorrutyer hanging around behind doors and possibly doing some work on the side for Applied Ethics emeritus Dr. Illyan...
And, ooh, I like that idea! Actually, if you have any thoughts on what a longer version of this might look like, feel free to share them. Maybe we could do a collaborative writing thing. ^_;
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