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08 October 2004 @ 01:15 am
always the last one on the bus :)  
aj wrote me a preemptive drabble and enabled (demanded) that I post that first-line meme that everyone and their cat have done today! I wasn't going to yet, because I haven't done anyone else's so far (but I want to!), so I point and blame A.j. for this post :)

I left the character names in, feel free to change/mutilate/reinterpret/crossfandom/enjoy. On the whole this exercise has left me feeling un-writerly-cool, so take my first lines and make them ART for me :) Write pairings I like! Convert me to pairings I don't like! Wheeeee!

(in case anyone is a stickler for this sort of thing, ones with asterisks after them are unfinished and/or unposted as of yet)

1) "Why do I get the feeling I'm going to regret this?"
2) "You're drunk."
3) Oh, God, he's naked.
4) Elizabeth doesn't blame him for being angry.
5) Dr. Janet Fraiser was not pleased.
6) So this was what it came down to.
7) "Huh?"
8) Catherine returns a day early from her three-week survey and surprises him in the shower. *
9) "He's driving me nuts." *
10) She was going to die. *
11) John Sheppard wakes up to a warm body and, somehow, relaxes a little more.
12) It's late at night, Atlantis-time, but John is still surprised that she's asleep when he knocks.
13) John likes the way she shivers when he touches her.
14) hands running everywhere, tongues, lips, teeth biting down on--
15) Except for the low buzz of the radio, the drive home was quiet. *
16) The whole way back to the SGC she doesn't speak. *
17) "He's going into shock!"
18) And suddenly, in his cold, stale kitchen, grocery bags piled at her feet and him whistling into the freezer at her side like nothing had happened, it caught up with her and she couldn't stop it.
19) Sam Carter is officially sick of P4J-333. *
20) He would never have imagined that the biggest problem Sam Carter would have with his house would be his toaster.


I am disappearing for the weekend to lisayaeger's, so reciprocal drabbles may be slightly delayed...

*love* to all!

-- Little Red, creative lemming.
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elly: I do it behind rockselly427 on October 8th, 2004 06:07 am (UTC)
I wrote Catherine/Ernest. From 'The Torment of Tantalus'. Before they're old.

I think I've written a drabble that has no audience. Huh.


Catherine returns a day early from her three-week survey and surprises him in the shower.

He clutches the soap to his chest and whips his head around to see her pull the curtain back, making cold air flood the bathtub.

She's naked and beautiful and he can just see a hint of sun in her cheeks and on her neck, just where her blouses sometime gape, just a little.

"Catherine, what are you-" and she doesn't stop moving and is in his arms and with her mouth on his before he can finish speaking.

She'd always been a good kisser, right from that very first kiss, after which she'd blushed a little and tried to fight it and told him it was her first kiss ever. But she was like that, good at everything she tried and eager to practice.

She's the one who finally pulls away, pushes her now-wet hair out of her face and smiles up at him. "I missed you."

He can't help but smile back, just a little. "Yes, well. I might have missed you too. But your father-"

"My father is at the unversity and not likely to be back for quite sometime." She turns and looks over her shoulder at him. "Wash my back, will you? I feel like I brought the entire Sahara back on my skin."

He gulps, just a little, looks at the tempting expanse of pale skin, and lathers up the bar in his hands.

He runs his hands up to her shouldersa nd masages a little, and he feels them drop just a little of their tension.

"Has anything happened, since I left?" Her voice is lazy.

He makes firm circles on her skin and she arches her back, just a little, and he has to work to concentrate. "Uhm, well, we've found something near Giza. Not sure what. Very large. Stone. A cicle."

"Odd, as there's no evidence of a goddess cult in that area." And he mm-hmms and rinses away the soap and leans his mouth down to taste the newly cleaned skin and they don't talk about archaeolog for the rest of the day.
Ari (creature of dust, child of God)wisdomeagle on October 8th, 2004 06:09 am (UTC)
Re: Weirdness

I audience your fic! I like it. I like Catherine. OldyoungmovieTV... love Catherine.

*needs a Catherine icon*

Pretty fic.

I like the bit about the goddess cult.
Re: Weirdness - aj on October 8th, 2004 06:20 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Weirdness - mylittleredgirl on October 8th, 2004 06:24 am (UTC) (Expand)
Ari (creature of dust, child of God): Meaning of Life (by CrystalDesire)wisdomeagle on October 8th, 2004 06:08 am (UTC)
Catherine returns a day early from her three-week survey and surprises him in the shower. It’s not the first time he’s been surprised by her: that was five years ago, on a muddy street in New York City. Nor the second time; that was when, after Ernest’s funeral, she refused to cry. Nor the third, nor the fourth, nor the fifth, because Catherine imposed on his hospitality as if he owed her a life-debt (he does). And the sixth surprise was the first kiss. But Daniel is still shocked by her work-hardened hands on his wet thighs. He loves surprises.
Little Red: gimme hope lizzie - nostalgiamylittleredgirl on October 8th, 2004 06:26 am (UTC)
Re: Stargate!fic
because Catherine imposed on his hospitality as if he owed her a life-debt (he does)

Really good point. And very cool and interesting. Man, I love Katherine (or however you spell it on this show -- my quote was from a Babylon 5 story that I hope I can finish now in the face of all this goodness!).

He loves surprises.

PERFECT ending to this :) Wow. Thank you!
Re: Stargate!fic - wisdomeagle on October 8th, 2004 06:53 am (UTC) (Expand)
Kim's Watermelon Gunkeenween on October 8th, 2004 12:42 pm (UTC)
all this talk of writing reminds me to order you to participate in NaNoWriMo
Allie O'N: NaNoWriMo1alliesings on October 8th, 2004 02:20 pm (UTC)
And I second that order.
(no subject) - mylittleredgirl on October 8th, 2004 02:44 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - alliesings on October 8th, 2004 02:50 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Little Red: gimme hope lizzie - nostalgiamylittleredgirl on October 8th, 2004 02:43 pm (UTC)
People keep mentioning that but no one has said what it is. What is it?
pellucidpellucid on October 9th, 2004 12:34 am (UTC)
Dude! I'm finally writing S/W (if only reciprocal drabble)
post-ep for "The Storm"; and it kinda sucks because I wrote it in about three minutes and also because this is my first foray into writing Sheppard/Weir (if it can even be labeled as such in 100 words). But it's just quick lj drabble, so sue me! ;)

Elizabeth doesn't blame him for being angry. She is rather angry herself. She almost snorts in laughter at the absurdity of her understatement. Angry hardly ranks among the tumult of emotions raging through her as she stares down the barrel of the gun. John--John is more than angry, too, his voice screaming on the radio. The anger doesn't surprise her, but what lies beyond the anger--the desperation and startling depth of feeling in his voice--startle Elizabeth more than the realization that she is about to die. She understands the anger, but as Kolya's finger squeezes the trigger, she wishes she had time to understand the rest.
Angelasjshipper on October 10th, 2004 01:32 am (UTC)
Re: Dude! I'm finally writing S/W (if only reciprocal drabble)
See, I haven't seen any reason for S/W ship, but now you've given me something to think about. There was quite a bit of emotion in his voice. Hmm.
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Little Red: wet!john/lizzie - shewaselectricmylittleredgirl on October 11th, 2004 06:00 pm (UTC)
I say again: my God, you are amazing. *happy happy happy*

So much so he'll risk touching her when there're others around, just to watch her react. See the quick, light shiver race through her body and her pupils dilate, watch her expression change slightly.

Heeeee evil boy!

Elizabeth Weir is nothing if not devious. She just hides it better than he does.

And yet, I don't think there is ANYONE on Atlantis who doesn't expect devious from her :) She's just that way!

Thank you! YAY!
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(no subject) - mylittleredgirl on October 19th, 2004 04:50 am (UTC) (Expand)
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(no subject) - mylittleredgirl on October 19th, 2004 05:01 am (UTC) (Expand)
Tammy - never give up, never surrender: SG1 - S/J Deserve - besydbesyd on October 11th, 2004 05:45 am (UTC)
"You're drunk."

"Not much." Sam started to push off of the couch but sat back suddenly.

"Easy," he said, watching her as he gathered paper plates and empty bottles.


Jack smirked. "This is where I ask for your car keys, y'know." He walked into his kitchen and dumped everything in the trash.

"I'll go w'Daniel."

"He left with Teal'c an hour ago."


"You were dozing."


Jack retuned to the livingroom only to stop short. "Kinda like now." He watched as her head lolled back against the center cushion. "Carter?" When she didn't answer, he sighed and turned to head back down the hallway.

A minute later, he returned with a blanket and pillow. Setting the pillow at one end of the couch, he reached out and touched her shoulder. "Sam. Lie down. It's my watch." When she followed his order without opening her eyes, he smiled and draped the blanket over her.

Crossing the room, he reached for the light switch but paused, turning to look at her. After a moment, he turned off the light, checked the front door, and headed back to his bedroom.
Little Red: sam and love - clairamylittleredgirl on October 11th, 2004 06:01 pm (UTC)
Eeeeee!! I adore you! This is SO CUTE and so perfect! *loves you more and more*

For some reason, this is my favourite line:

"This is where I ask for your car keys, y'know."

But really, so perfect :) I love the easy 'ship, you know?
(no subject) - besyd on October 12th, 2004 05:38 am (UTC) (Expand)
maching_monkey on October 14th, 2004 04:17 am (UTC)
Okay, here I am! :-D
"He's driving me nuts."

"You say that like that's a bad thing."

"It is a bad thing!" Ford huffed. He was stalking from one end of the small campsite to the other, baseball cap askew and hands waving. Sheppard was sure he'd never seen the young lieutenant quite this agitated, and he felt a little guilty that it was so darn amusing.

Ford put his hands on the side of his head, knocking his cap a little further off centre. "He keeps following me around, he won't shut up, he keeps asking all these really, really stupid quiestions--!"

Sheppard shrugged, then leaned back on his hands. He had his legs stretched out with his boots near the fire; his feet were nice and toasty. "So, he's got a crush on you. He'll get over it."

"What?" Ford stopped dead. His arms dropped to his sides as he stared in shock. "What did you--he's got a crush on me?"

"Yep," Sheppard nodded sagely. He gave a very worldly sigh, settling back so he was lying on the ground with his hands stacked behing his head. "Young love... I kind of miss it."

"He does not have a crush on me," Ford said. "That--that's..." He moaned, covering his eyes with his hands. "This is not happening."

Sheppard chuckled. "He'll get over it."

Ford didn't look at all mollified. "How long did you say we're staying here again?"

Sheppard grinned up at the night sky. "Another couple days."

"Now, when you say 'couple," McKay said, strolling into the camp, "do you mean in the American sense, as in, 'a few?' or in the Canadian sense, where it actually means two? Oh, hey, Ford," he added to the lieutenant. "Where's your friend?"

"So not happening," Ford moaned. He still had his hands over his eyes.

"It means a couple," Sheppard said. "As in: potentially more than two, but at least two."

"Oh," McKay said. "Well that was completely useless, thanks."

"Glad to help."

"Hey!" Ford peeked out through his fingers, looking marginally more hopeful. "What if I told him I'm going out with Teyla?"

"If you told whom what?" Emmagan asked. "Greetings," she added to the three men. To Ford, she said, "I've brought someone to see you." She turned and gestured gracefully, and a young boy, looking about 14, trotted happily up to join her.

Then he saw Ford, and his face split into an enormous grin.


"Shoot me now," Ford murmurred. "Shoot me now, shoot me now..." He dropped his hands and took a deep breath before the kid reached him.

"Hi," he said, smiling. It was very obvious to Sheppard how pained it was.

"Aiden!" the boy exclaimed. He threw himself at Ford, hugging him so tightly that Ford grunted as the air left his lungs.

"Ah, young love," McKay said quietly. He sat next to Sheppard. "I remember it well."

Sheppard raised his head, quirking an eyebrow at the scientist. "You do?"

"Not really," McKay said. "Thank god." He lay back as well, linking his hands behind his head the way Sheppard was.

They listened to Ford trying gently to extract himself from the young native, and Emmagan's quiet laughter.

Little Red: canadian man - elly427mylittleredgirl on October 14th, 2004 06:51 pm (UTC)
Re: Okay, here I am! :-D
Oh my God! You rock HARDCORE!!!

This is awesome. Yay! Amazing! GLEEEEE!!

Ford is so totally the man.

Yay!! I will have to add your list o' firstlines to my to-write meme things, and, like, dig around your interests to figure out what shows you watch and what pairings will make you go "OMG EW!" Because that would be sad. Oh, the challenges of livejournal.
LOL! - maching_monkey on October 15th, 2004 03:21 am (UTC) (Expand)
I babble because I love - mylittleredgirl on October 15th, 2004 03:41 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Okay, here I am! :-D - elly427 on November 14th, 2004 12:54 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Okay, here I am! :-D - maching_monkey on November 15th, 2004 05:25 am (UTC) (Expand)