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24 August 2005 @ 02:37 pm
baby!fic, OH MY.  
A comment discussion over at zeropointsnark made me consider that perhaps baby!fic won't send me to ficwriter hell, so I drag these out of hiding. :) No, you're not allowed to disown me.

Title: "Strategic Planning"
Rating: G
Pairings: Sparky friendship/UST, mentions of Ford/Teyla
WARNINGS: There's a baby. It is spawned of Teyla and Ford. There is also related babycuteness. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
Summary: It always helps to have backup.
Author's Note: mspooh's fault. I had shame before I met her, I swear.



It's been a drawn-out struggle but, finally, John Sheppard has to admit that he's losing this particular battle.

"You do realize that it's a lost cause, right?" McKay asks, as far as possible from the zone of fire.

John shoots him a glare out of the corner of his eye before reconsidering his angle of attack. If he can create a diversion...

"John, come on." Elizabeth's voice is lighter than he's heard it for quite a while as she observes, "You've got more oatmeal in your hair than in the child."

John finally turns to properly shoot down his naysayers, eating their own lunches at the far end of the mess hall table. "I don't see either of you offering to help," he complains.

Kamala takes advantage of his divided attention to bonk him on the head with a spoon.

"Ow!" He turns his best glare on her.

Instead of being chastised, she shrieks with amusement. No respect, he fumes, using the opportunity of her open mouth to attack the eleven-month-old monster with another spoon of oatmeal.

Elizabeth is laughing, too. Rodney, of course, still looks disgusted. He has told Teyla and Ford that it isn't that he doesn't like their "squawling infant," he just chooses to wait until "it" learns to speak in complete sentences and stops trying to eat her own fingers before acknowledging that she's a real live person.

"We didn't volunteer to baby-sit," Elizabeth points out.

"He finds it relaxing," Rodney tattles with a giant roll of his eyes. "Personally, I think I'm going to have to eat my lunch somewhere else. That's disgusting -- what do they put in that baby food?"

"You think babysitting Kamala is relaxing?" Elizabeth ignores Rodney and shoots John a curious expression. "I find it exhausting."

"Not always relaxing," John mutters. Kamala seizes hold of one of his fingers, foolishly left in grabbing distance, and attempts to bite it. "Hey! Hey, hey, hey!"

"Kamaaaala," Elizabeth calls in her sweetest voice, making the baby turn her head toward that end of the table and distracting the little monster enough for John to retrieve his hand. Kamala grabs a handful of dropped oatmeal from the tray of her high chair and holds it out. Elizabeth ignores the offer, so the baby smooshes it into her own forehead.

McKay snorts. "Oh, yeah. This one's going to be a real genius. Oh, look! Look. Now she's trying to eat the high-chair instead."

"I'm sure you were just as much trouble when you were a child," Elizabeth offers diplomatically, smothering a grin.

"No one is making you stay here, McKay," John snaps, less diplomatically. He and Ford have been attempting to train Kamala to stick her tongue out at Rodney whenever she sees him, but she's being deliberately difficult (it's not that she doesn't know how -- she sticks her tongue out at everyone else all the time). At least she comes by her desire to torment him honestly. Motherhood has made Teyla no less evil. (Or, and this part is only a bit embarrassing, no less able to knock him flat on his back in two minutes or less.)

McKay bids goodbye and takes off. Elizabeth appears to have abandoned her own lunch completely, watching the scene play out with both affection and horror.

"She's not going to starve if you give up now, you know."

"She's trying to eat the furniture, Elizabeth. This could well be a sign of starvation."

Elizabeth slides her chair a few inches closer. "I doubt she's suffering from a plastic deficiency."

John sighs. "Teyla says she hasn't been eating well this week."

Elizabeth frowns. "Really?"

"Ford took her to Beckett... she's not sick or anything, just stubborn."

"Babies do that, you know." Elizabeth is leaning towards him over the table, looking like she's trying very hard to suppress a smile, an expression of hers that always makes butterflies dance around inside him. "Get finicky about eating sometimes."

"Maybe she doesn't like this new stuff we traded for." He pokes the spoon around the oatmeal still left in the bowl. It's not really oatmeal, specifically, just prepared in an oatmeal-style way from an alien grain they acquired from a planet currently in harvest season. At least it's not the purple rice stuff they had back when Kamala was first discovering the wonder of solid foods. Everything in sight had been stained for months.

Elizabeth smiles that not-quite-smile again. "You're worried about her."

He shrugs. "Of course." When it comes to the baby, at least, he has no trouble admitting how he feels. "Aren't you?"

"Sometimes," Elizabeth admits. "But I just..." she smiles, a real smile, and the butterflies take off again. "I think it's sweet, that's all."

"Doesn't fit with the tough-guy image?"

She raises her eyebrows like she's about to laugh, and he shoots her a look.

Kamala is reaching forward, as far as she can while strapped into her high chair, making a grab for his hair. She squawks indignantly upon realizing it's out of reach and, to distract her and get her back a bit for always trying to gnaw on him, John pretends he's about to eat her outstretched hand.

Kamala just shoots him a vaguely amused look -- something else she inherited from her mother -- while Elizabeth cracks up completely.

"Oh, all right," she says, crossing over to his side of the table.

"What?"

"You distract. I'll feed."

He gamely hands over the bowl. Kamala, forced to succumb in the face of superior numbers, eats a few bites more. Elizabeth stays mostly clean, somehow, but the baby manages to fling more food at John in the process. He makes an easy target for her, distracted by the way Elizabeth smiles at Kamala as she sneaks in stealth bites of alien oatmeal.

Something rises up inside him as he watches her, something sharp and strong, like a kick in the chest. Before he can stop it, he's imagining a baby much paler than Kamala, with Elizabeth's hair and nose and just enough of his own features to recognize...

"Baba!" Kamala shrieks -- her name for him (and for "bear" and "water" and "hang me upside-down, please") -- and then laughs hysterically at a joke of her own making before trying to escape from the high-chair again.

"I think that might be the sign," Elizabeth suggests, putting the bowl aside. "But you put up a valiant struggle."

John smiles, but it feels a bit weak, and swallows until his throat is clear enough to speak. "Thanks for the backup. Ford and Teyla should probably be done with their training session by now." He assumes that's not a euphemism, since he did actually see them head for the gym, but he doesn't ask.

It takes a few tries to free Kamala with all the squirming she's doing, and he doesn't even attempt to mop her off with napkins first. This will require bigger guns.

"You're not leaving me to clean this up, are you?"

"I'll be back," John promises. "I've got to hose this one off first." Kamala squirms in his arms to be set down on the floor, or perhaps just because she enjoys kicking him in the ribs whenever she gets the chance, but the oatmeal doesn't need to be spread around any further. Even as she struggles and gets him even more grainy, she's warm against his chest. Elizabeth's right about babysitting being tiring, but it is relaxing in its own way. Besides, as Teyla archly pointed out when he "borrowed" Kamala once and let her touch an Ancient "toy" that turned her bright orange for a week, he needs the practice.

"Might want to hose yourself off, too," Elizabeth observes, before waving goodbye to Kamala with a baby-grin.

He's actually still not quite sure on the proper procedure for washing a baby, but Teyla comes back before he decides to go ahead with plan B (sticking Kamala in the bathtub fully clothed, splashing water at her, and then sticking her out in the sun to dry).

After changing his shirt (his hair, unfortunately, will have to wait), he heads back to the mess hall. At first glance, it's empty, and upon a closer look, the high chair has been put away and the oatmeal mess is gone.

He does a double-take to make sure he's got the right table, and then sees Elizabeth rinsing a sponge at the sink in the corner.

"You really didn't have to do this."

She shrugs. "You had your hands full. To be honest, it's a nice break for me to do something like this."

"You could always offer to baby-sit," he points out, sitting on the edge of the nearest table.

She stares at him for a moment, a strange look on her face that he has never seen before. "It surprises me that you're so good with her."

She says it like it's a compliment, but he's almost hurt. "You don't think I'd be good with kids?"

"No, no, not that. I always figured you'd have a lot in common with most children."

He gives a grudging nod.

"But I never really pictured you with babies."

He doesn't say that he's pictured her with babies, but he thinks it. "I like them," he says instead, ignoring the butterflies and hoping he doesn't sound like an idiot. "Sure, they're more fun once they can through a football around... but they're pretty cute. And you can teach them to talk." He has a long list of things he really can't wait to teach Kamala to say, in fact, but first he has to decide if he really wants Teyla coming after him in the middle of the night. Ford is completely behind teaching his baby monkey to call the scientists names, but he has other ways of appeasing Teyla's maternal wrath.

Elizabeth takes a seat next to him on the table. "I worried a lot," she admits. "When Kamala was born... this really isn't a safe galaxy for kids, and we're not set up to be a nursery."

"You must see now that you were wrong."

She doesn't answer right away. After a moment, she turns back to him. "Do you plan on having children?"

The question is so fresh in his own mind that it's easy to answer. "Yeah."

She pushes on. "Here? Like this? With any number of unknown dangers lurking in the next pier?"

He has no idea where she's going with this, but can feel his ears getting hot. "Those are all concerns... but if I found the right woman, yes."

Her eyes widen a bit, and he realizes that might have come across more intense than he realized. There was a time, a long time, when he'd felt like they were careening towards something wonderful, when he could almost taste sex in every other interaction with her, but something happened to cool it off and he isn't sure what. They're friends now, a deeper and closer friendship than he's ever had with... well, with anyone, female or otherwise, but their relationship never turned sexual.

Most of the time he doesn't mind that. What they have is enough. The rest of the time, when wakes up dreaming about her or sees her flirting with the latest alien diplomat to visit Atlantis, he curses himself for waiting too long.

"I've always wanted kids," she confesses. "At least, in the abstract. But... I've never wanted them enough."

He grabs her hand from where it's lying between them on the table and squeezes it. She entwines her fingers with his, and his stomach tightens a bit. "Hey," he says, "It's not too late."

"I have a city to run," she reminds him. "It's not really my most pressing concern. I think it would be irresponsible. Not for Ford, maybe, but... for me."

He nods, and doesn't let go of her hand. He finds himself fervently hoping that no one comes into the mess hall to interrupt them, not when Elizabeth is being so unusually vulnerable.

She looks over at him, brow furrowed like she's covering another expression. "Is it a deal-breaker for you?"

"What?"

"Kids. Would that be... a deal-breaker? For a relationship with someone?"

He wasn't expecting that, and his mouth dries completely at the thought that she might see him the same way he sees her. As a mistake of inaction, maybe, but still somehow... unavoidable.

He thinks that kids might be a deal-breaker for anyone except her.

"No."

She nods slowly, computing this, and he breaks their usual barrier of what behavior is acceptable when neither of them has just cheated death. He pulls her into a hug.

It's awkward and sideways and she reciprocates only tentatively, but still, it feels good.

"For what it's worth," he says, "I think you could handle it. Kids and a city."

She snorts a laugh near his ear.

He continues, "You handle me, after all."

"Sometimes," she concedes. "Thanks."

She pulls back, smiling shyly, and then reaches up to touch her hair with a look of escalating concern. "Oatmeal," she identifies.

"I should probably take care of that." He hops off the table and makes to slink out in vague embarrassment, but she stops him with a hand on his arm.

"Thank you," she says again.

"Anytime. You know that."

He drops a kiss on her cheek -- the kind of friendly kiss they give each other these days -- and lingers just a second longer than usual.

Even with the oatmeal, she lets him.

*end*



Aaaand... more of it. *sheepish*

Title: "Object Permanence"
Rating: G
Category: Sheppard/Weir friendship/UST. Ford/Teyla implied. Baby!fic.
Summary: At a certain stage of development, children learn that things still exist even when they are out of sight.
Author's Note: mspooh and qwirky are enabling me, and contributing to the total downfall of me never being able to say anything bad about bad!fic ever. again. Yay? Qwirky inspired a seekwel by making me think the Sparky relationship in this possible future is actually interesting... but I wrote this fluffy prequel first. Oops.


John finds Elizabeth playing peek-a-boo.

"Where's the spoon?" She asks, draping what looks like a cloth napkin over a steel dining spoon. She's kneeling on the floor of her office in front of Teyla's six-month-old baby. "Is it... over here?" Elizabeth makes a show of searching for the spoon in all the wrong places within reach -- including under one of Kamala's legs -- before removing the napkin with a flourish and a triumphant "There it is!"

Kamala giggles. John bites his own tongue to keep from joining her. He leans against the doorway, momentarily forgetting the question he came to ask Elizabeth, trying not to give himself away.

She sets up the magic trick again, pointing out the spoon and then obviously hiding it under the napkin.

This time, Kamala leans forward and tugs the napkin away, though she still looks a bit surprised to have actually found the spoon.

"I think she's on to you," John says.

Elizabeth doesn't ask him how long he's been standing there, only tosses a smirk his way and grabs one end of the spoon before Kamala can get it to her mouth. "I'm teaching her object permanence."

"Oh?" He crouches next to her, tousling Kamala's hair as a form of greeting. The baby ignores him, reaching instead for Elizabeth's spoon-containing hand with a rush of incoherent vowels. "Isn't she a bit young for lessons?"

"It's an important developmental step," Elizabeth replies, moving the spoon out of reach and grabbing a teething ring to hide next. "Babies her age don't realize that this," she holds up the ring, "still exists if she can't see it."

John looks at Kamala in a whole new light. "They don't?" He has bonded with the little tyke, even had her sleep on his chest through whole football videos, but he's never put all that much thought into what the world must look like from inside her head.

"No. Why do you think babies like to play peek-a-boo?"

Kamala has lost interest in the teething ring altogether and is instead busily trying to get the napkin into her mouth.

"They don't just... like the attention?" He has played peek-a-boo with this baby more than once, to the indulgent smirks of both Teyla and Ford, but never thought he might be teaching her something.

"Well, that too," Elizabeth admits. She tugs the napkin loose and, with a big, excited smile, drapes it gently over the baby's head. "Where's Kamala?" she asks.

Kamala tugs the mask off and laughs with delight, then pauses, as if waiting expectantly for it to happen again. Elizabeth obliges, with the exact same results.

"Come on, Elizabeth. She just likes the game. How do you know what she's thinking?"

Elizabeth shoots him a mischievous look, and then, with reflexes faster than he expects, drops the napkin over his head.

"Hey!"

Elizabeth just gets time to coo, "Where's John?" at the baby before he snatches it off and pretends to glare at her. Kamala slaps her hands on the ground and babbles at them both.

He balls up the napkin and tosses it at Elizabeth's chest. "How'd you get tapped for babysitting duty, anyway?"

"Oh, it's just for half an hour," she shrugs. "Ford got called away to help Monroe, I didn't have anything to do..."

"... except play peek-a-boo. Got it." He musses Kamala's baby curls again, and then slides one of his hands down a few inches in front of her eyes. "Where's Elizabeth?"

"What did you need, John?" Elizabeth asks, her voice still a bit higher-pitched than normal, but definitely mostly business. "Did you come to my office for something in particular?"

"It can wait," he shrugs. He waves his fingers in front of Kamala, who makes an annoyed noise and looks the other way. "I'm not sure I'm doing this right. What's this supposed to teach her?"

Elizabeth's the one who laughs this time, and it's contagious. "It's not really that important. Babies do learn this themselves at a certain age." Her attention is definitely divided, eyes constantly darting back to the baby even as she speaks to him, but it's nice to see her this relaxed. Really nice. It's been a while and, though they spend ridiculous amounts of work-related time together, he misses her when he goes too long without the chance to talk to her like a person.

"That's good," he says, still grinning. "I'd hate to still think that the world disappears whenever I put my hands over my eyes. Although..." He glances back out the door of her office toward the control room and the Stargate and, symbolically, toward the Wraith and all other dangers they've encountered. "I can see the appeal."

Elizabeth covers her eyes with her hands, peek-a-boo style, and calls Kamala's name.

"Does it work?"

She snorts, lifting a hand long enough to shoot him a look with one eye, and then calls again, "Kamaaaaala." The baby ignores her, instead trying to grab John's nearest boot, just at the edge of her grabbing radius.

Before she gets the idea that she wants to eat it, John retreats behind Elizabeth. "You're doing it wrong," he informs her. He's familiar with this kid, after all. He snaps his fingers. "Hey! Kamala!"

The baby looks up at the loud noise, and John reaches around Elizabeth to cover her eyes with his hands. "Where's Elizabeth?"

"John!" She reaches her hands up to swat his away, but he laughs and puts up a half-hearted struggle when she grabs his wrists. As soon as he starts laughing, Kamala joins him.

"Hey! It's an important lesson," he reminds Elizabeth. "And you started it."

"Oh, fine."

Her eyelashes brush against his fingertips, and it makes him shiver. He pulls his hands away.

She turns her head to give him another look, but it's only a quick one before she turns back to her babysitting charge. John's heart pounds inexplicably, and he makes to stand up and excuse himself right as Ford walks in.

"Hey, Colonel. Doctor," he greets them both before breaking into a proud grin at his baby. Ford doesn't seem at all surprised to see the highest-ranking personnel on Atlantis on the floor, but, after loaning out Kamala to just about everyone, he's probably used to it. "Thanks for keeping an eye on her."

"My pleasure," Elizabeth says, kissing Kamala's forehead before handing her over. She collects the teething ring and other toys as she asks, "Is everything set with Monroe?"

Ford nods, and there's a bit of business talk before he leaves.

Elizabeth turns back to John once they're alone. Her cheeks have a bit more color than usual, and she's still smiling. "Okay, now what did you want to talk to me about?"

His chest still feels a bit weird. It has been a while since he has felt this way around her, and it's taking him a little by surprise. "I... don't remember. Oh! I was going ask when you wanted to go over the harvest personnel rotation. It's not urgent -- we can talk about it later."

"No, I'm not busy. Lunch?"

He swallows the feeling that makes him want to touch her again. "Sure." He bends down and retrieves something from the floor, using the momentary break from looking at her to completely return his thoughts to where they belong -- where they're coworkers and friends and that's all, and that's the way they like it. In a flash, he wonders if they've done a bit of covering their own eyes with napkins in this one particular regard, but this isn't the time to think about that.

With a grin, he extends his offering towards her. "Don't forget your spoon."

*end*
 
 
feel: cheerfulcheerful
hear: lilwitchy's music vid to "suddenly i see" :)
 
 
 
Pooh: House - goob (by meegzi31)mspooh on August 24th, 2005 06:58 pm (UTC)
Shame is overrated. You're much better off now.

And it's not really badfic if it's brilliant.
Pooh: TDS - dance (by cacahuate)mspooh on August 24th, 2005 07:19 pm (UTC)
Also, I blame Subways.

You are so DOOMED to write more of the Goo!verse. *snerk*
(no subject) - mylittleredgirl on August 24th, 2005 08:49 pm (UTC) (Expand)
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Little Red: sga - atlanteans arts & craftsmylittleredgirl on August 24th, 2005 08:50 pm (UTC)
Omg, so many e's!!! *gleees*

YAY. I am so glad you liked it!! *is now pleased I have shared cute!verse*
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Jainabrightcupenny on August 24th, 2005 07:09 pm (UTC)
OMG I LOVE YOU FOREVER

WRITE MORE PLZ

CAN'T STOP TALKING IN ALLCAPS

EEEEEEEE!!!!!
Little Red: trek - dax ooh! - viresse_iconsmylittleredgirl on August 24th, 2005 08:50 pm (UTC)
OMG ALL CAPS IS LOVE.

Yay! I wouldn't have posted it without you. GLEEE.
(no subject) - brightcupenny on August 24th, 2005 08:57 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Nikenikej on August 24th, 2005 07:12 pm (UTC)
*whispers* There is no spoon...

Well, *someone* had to say it. ;D

And eeeeeeeeeeee! More of this! More of this plz? The adorableness of Sparky has completely blown my anti-baby-fic tendencies out of the water! I love this aspect of their relationship, they way they've almost, but not quite, missed the boat and John's all confused at wanting more! *has nothing else coherent to say so squees some more*
Little Red: sga - sw not subtle - thefakeheadlinemylittleredgirl on August 24th, 2005 08:52 pm (UTC)
Someone really did have to say it. ;) I had to resist a lot.

The adorableness of Sparky has completely blown my anti-baby-fic tendencies out of the water!

Yay yay yay!! *feels enabled to write more*

they way they've almost, but not quite, missed the boat and John's all confused at wanting more!

Yesyesyes. I am SO WORRIED about that in a show sense, because I hate hate hate when UST pairings are BRILLIANT but then they hit the point-of-no-return and... return anyway. And then it's stale and awkward and heartbreaking. So I figured I'd deal with my worries in fic. :)
(no subject) - nikej on August 25th, 2005 11:06 am (UTC) (Expand)
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pellucid: S/W no place like homepellucid on August 24th, 2005 07:42 pm (UTC)
You've got me brainwashed, you see. My brain short-circuits when I see "Little Red" and "fic" in the same sentence, and it suddenly no longer matters if it's baby!fic because if you wrote it, I will like it! And I did like it. A lot. Especially the first one. ;)

Actually, I think the baby!fic dynamic works better when it's someone else's baby. And I loved the whole discussion about Elizabeth wanting kids in the abstract but not wanting them enough--and the whole kids as deal-breaker thing. These are real, believeable kinds of conversations that kids inspire and not ooey-gooey baby!fic cliches. Well done!!!

(and yes, if you wrote more of the baby!verse, I would read it...)
Little Red: xf - scully baby - carolinamylittleredgirl on August 24th, 2005 08:57 pm (UTC)
AHAHAHAHAHA. I win. *brainwashes* Can I brainwash you to write more Sparky!fic after your exam-that-shall-not-be-named is done?

Actually, I think the baby!fic dynamic works better when it's someone else's baby.

I get to have a baby and UST, which is fun. This is why so many people must want the OTP to have to adopt some random alien violet-eyed baby and pretend to be its parents or something. I prefer to do it this way, though. ;)

And I loved the whole discussion about Elizabeth wanting kids in the abstract but not wanting them enough--and the whole kids as deal-breaker thing.

I want Sparky!babies!! I DO!! But it's a really bad idea, and I think I want them more than Elizabeth does. And am worried that Shep also wants them more than she does. If they hadn't contacted Earth and had remained isolated on Atlantis it would've been much more likely. But there's always a chance, and I have Elizabeth's ticking biology on my side... ;) *angst bunnies attack me out of nowhere* ACK! Make them go away!
רותם שחר (Ro): worth the riskroothekittykat on August 24th, 2005 07:45 pm (UTC)
ee!
how cute!
baby!cuteness!!!

eeee!!

:D
Little Red: xf - scully baby - carolinamylittleredgirl on August 24th, 2005 08:57 pm (UTC)
eeee! *snuggles them all and makes them breed*
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miera_cmiera_c on August 24th, 2005 08:02 pm (UTC)
I'm in just the right mood for babycuteness and fluff. Thank you.

And Elizabeth and John should go have lots and lots of sex and make cute dark haired, green-eyed babies together. *nods firmly*
Little Red: sga - cute when sick - duckadorkmylittleredgirl on August 24th, 2005 08:59 pm (UTC)
You're so very welcome. :) I'm delighted that I haven't been kicked out of the fanfic cool club, such as it is. ;)

And Elizabeth and John should go have lots and lots of sex and make cute dark haired, green-eyed babies together.

I AGREE. I will have to see if I can talk them into it.
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miekecmiekec on August 24th, 2005 08:09 pm (UTC)
You finally suckered me into reading Atlantis fic though I have no clue who the characters are (yes, I know I'll probably love watching Atalntis, but I have no tiiiiiime *end whine*).
Very very cute. And reckogniozable.
Little Red: xf - scully baby - carolinamylittleredgirl on August 24th, 2005 08:14 pm (UTC)
Well, as Karin was the CUTEST BABY EVER (before she became the CUTEST TODDLER EVER, naturally), I may have to remember those King House events for future inspiration. ;)
Phrenitis: kids (boutondor)phrenitis on August 24th, 2005 08:26 pm (UTC)
*whimpers*

I may have just developed an irrational obsessive need for baby!fic omg. What have you done? *squees at you incoherently*

Much demanding that you continue and flesh this universe out. *bes goop*
Little Red: xf - scully baby - carolinamylittleredgirl on August 24th, 2005 09:00 pm (UTC)
Because SHEP WITH BABIES OR SMALL CHILDREN = CUTEST THING EVER, that is why. Also, Ford with babies. Er, in general, men with babies.

Much demanding that you continue and flesh this universe out.

Yes! Must fix this mess that John and Lizzie have gotten themselves into so there can be LOVE, dammit.
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Little Red: sga - sw not subtle - thefakeheadlinemylittleredgirl on August 24th, 2005 09:02 pm (UTC)
*giggles* Actually, I was going through sanskrit names to try and come up with a good Athosian-sounding name (took me an embarrassing amount of forever), but I did think of Kamala. ;) So no, the baby's not destined to be anyone's perfect mate.

WRITE WRITE WRITE WRITE. Did you hear something? I didn't hear anything...
tangerrine on August 24th, 2005 08:45 pm (UTC)
Awww. Babycuteness!

The visual of John with a napkin over his head is hilarious, I gotta say. :D
Little Red: sga - shep getting hot - jr_moonmylittleredgirl on August 24th, 2005 09:03 pm (UTC)
Heeeee. John makes cute visuals easy for us, I must say.
lilwitchy on August 24th, 2005 09:06 pm (UTC)
I had shame before I met her, I swear.

You had? Where did you hide it?? ;D

The fic is very cute. And there's nothing wrong with a little cuteness here and now. Especially if it's this brilliant!
Little Red: sga - sw not subtle - thefakeheadlinemylittleredgirl on August 24th, 2005 11:28 pm (UTC)
*eyes you sternly* I so had shame, once upon a time!

OMG. Your new vid is the CUTEST THING EVER. I closed the window where you announced it and didn't comment, but OMG. I have been fawning over it insanely (Pooh can vouch for me). CUTEST. SONG. EVER. The part I love most about this pairing is the way that she really encourages him to be a better man. LOVE it.

And you are so good at picking out these little looks and clips that I've never seen in any other vid. Gleeee!
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(no subject) - lilwitchy on August 25th, 2005 04:08 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Hatcheterhatcheter on August 24th, 2005 09:23 pm (UTC)
"You don't think I'd be good with kids?"

"No, no, not that. I always figured you'd have a lot in common with most children."


I laughed all the way through these. You've certainly nailed baby behavior, and I can fully believe that Sheppard would love playing with other people's babies (though I might be projecting my own traits onto the character there).

And nicely done balacing the cavity inducing sweetness with a little bit of angst.
Little Red: sga - sw incomplete - thetoofstermylittleredgirl on August 24th, 2005 11:25 pm (UTC)
You've certainly nailed baby behavior

Yay! I tried, but sometimes it's hard to remember what age is exactly like what, you know? I'll just wave off any mistakes under the heading of "omg, she is almost ALIEN" with her Wraithly genes.

I can fully believe that Sheppard would love playing with other people's babies (though I might be projecting my own traits onto the character there).

ME TOO. On both counts. ;) However, I totally see Shep as being a big sucker for his friends' children. Uncle Shep! ;)

Angst is as listerine, omg.
spacefiend: John/Elizabeth - squeespacefiend on August 24th, 2005 10:43 pm (UTC)
Awww!!! Was SO ADORABLE!!!! Must write MORE!!!
Little Red: sga - sw incomplete - thetoofstermylittleredgirl on August 24th, 2005 11:23 pm (UTC)
Thank you! Eeeee!
I'm not very interestingastropoet on August 24th, 2005 10:53 pm (UTC)
This isn't bad!fic dunderheid, it's fab!fic!

Okay that was bad, but qwirky is right I love this sparky and I want some more!!

Little Red: sga - sw incomplete - thetoofstermylittleredgirl on August 24th, 2005 11:22 pm (UTC)
*snuggles you!*

Heee. Fun!fic with a vengeance. Yay.

Qwirky wants me to write teh Angsty Seekwel, for I think this pairing might need a bit of angst or something to shake them out of this comfortable not-thing they have going on. *puts it on list*