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[nny]

Icon drabble fest, open to all comers. Comment here and I'll write summat prompted by your icon. I cannot make any guarantees - some icons are hard, okay? - but I'll do what I can.

You know you waaaaaaaaant to amuse me...

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[last-archangel.livejournal.com]

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[muji]

!

[muji]

Also, if it helps, I am on the roof of il Duomo in Milan?

[monanotlisa.livejournal.com]

& :-P

[gaffsie.livejournal.com]

How could anyone resist?

[ladycat777.livejournal.com]

*looks cute at you*

[genarti]

:D?

[mary-russell11.livejournal.com]

c'mon, you know you wanna be that lollipop*g*

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

*grins*

[indybaggins.livejournal.com]

*

[skygiants]

>:D?

[minkhollow]

hmmmmmmmmmmmm...
This one!

[liz666.livejournal.com]

Because the world needs Shaun!

[villainny.livejournal.com]

The old ways are the best ways.

There is something faintly obscene about Famine's slim-line telephone. She knows that these days 'telephone' was archaic, but sometimes that is what you are looking for. Old-fashioned. In the blood.

The last one had called her 'Sir', which had made her laugh with the sharp stutter of machine guns. He's still breathing, just about.

"Attention!" She snaps out, and laughs again as he hauls himself a little further off the horizontal, propping himself up with his gun. He has been standing for - she thinks four days, although it could be longer, and he's parched and fading.

Hours, days and Famine will come, his fingers cool against her desert-dry skin.

The old ways are the best ways.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO RESPOND TO THIS

[muji]

HOW ABOUT THIS ONE?

[lavvyan.livejournal.com]

There you go. *g*

[florahart]

.

...WHAT?

This feels like it ought to be long and McShep-eventually. Huh.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Friendship = input/returns, where returns can be expressed as a whole number.

Friendship = usefulness/time.

Friendship = a sufficiently challenging chess game.

Frienship = MRM - (insults + arrogance + pettiness) + 2(sensitivity).

Friendship =/= 'Meredith'.

Friendship =/= endless comments about hair loss.

Therefore, it can be concluded that Friendship =/= John Sheppard.



Rodney doesn't even look up when John enters the lab, a little hesitantly, a piece of paper clutched between his fingers.

"Hey, Rodney."

"Mmm?"

"We're - we're okay, right?"

"We've established," Rodney answered, still not looking up, "I'm fine..."

"Yeah." John shifted his weight a little. "But I mean - you're on my team."

Finally Rodney lifts his head, squinting at John.

"Yes..."

"So - we're buddies, right?"

And it's reassuring when Rodney answers, without hesitation but with an expression that questions John's sanity:

"Of course." And then, a little more suspiciously, "...why. What have you done?"

"Nothing!" John looks defensive, shoves the scrap of paper into his pocket. "Nothing. I was just - you want to play some chess?"

[sandrainthesun.livejournal.com]

*g*

[apiphile.livejournal.com]

*smirk*

[villainny.livejournal.com]

"Really small," Dean says, helpfully demonstrating with his fingers and squinting between them at Harper. "Tiny. Almost not there."

Harper worries, sometimes, that the man's mentally challenged.

"And then, y'know, as soon as we get the information from the police department we're looking at no more work at all." Dean presses his finger and thumb together with a small squelching noise, echoed by a tiny squeak from McAllister, who Harper's still not entirely comfortable around.

"So you're close."

"Seriously close." Again the fingers, one green eye staring at him from between; again the small squelch. "Nothing to worry about, sir."

"Right." Harper shakes his head a little, turns and walks away. His stride falters when he hears a snort of laughter from McAllister - he's always uneasy at what she might have 'heard' - but he figures it's easier to just keep walking.

[telesilla.livejournal.com]

*grins*

[villainny.livejournal.com]

The dressing-up box has been neglected for the past few weeks, the tiny shop front with all its little groceries is gathering dust. Since the new kid arrived - Canadian transfer - things just haven't been the same at play time.

"Shop keeper is small time," Meredith had said, waving a dismissive hand at little Catherine. "You should front a international conglomerate and dabble." The words had been said very slowly and precisely, and Catherine had nodded, rapt. He has since belittled Gregory's dreams of being a fireman, Soso's ambition to follow her mother into medicine and it's best not even to mention his scorn at Ayesha's interest in gardening.

In fact the only child he has yet to traumatise, offend or otherwise intimidate into pitiful weeping is little Johnny Sheppard, who tends to spend much of his free time with a plastic bucket on his head, running around, jumping over, leaping off or running into things. Meredith is surprisingly tolerant, and patted one sticky hand on John's unfortunately untameable hair.

"Yes," he had said fondly, "you can be an astronaut."

[gaffsie.livejournal.com]

♥ Oh Brendan, you beautiful dork.

I just love your Harper voice.

[stillwaters11.livejournal.com]

:)

[ashen_key]

<3

[villainny.livejournal.com]

HEE OMG BRENDAN DEEEEEEEEAN

he is so my favourite.

[seticat.livejournal.com]

Go for it. :}

[ashen_key]

I adore him to pieces.

[clear-as-blood.livejournal.com]

If you're not all drabbled out.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

For tonight? Quite possibly. I got distracted by Sports Night. But hey, I'll be here all week... XD

[maggiebloome.livejournal.com]

I blieve I used my Atlantis/Good Omens icon last time, so... have the loltastic meltycow.

[strangefrontier.livejournal.com]

 

[ladycat777.livejournal.com]

Hahahahaha -- I look like a wee baby Sheppard! Rule!

This is delightful :)

[celtic_maenad]

of course I want to amuse you. The fact that I get amusement in return is just bonus. :D (if it isn't obvious, the icon I'm using is what I'd love a drabble on)

[villainny.livejournal.com]

"You're okay, buddy."

Rodney could hear John, at a distance, somewhere beyond the roaring in his ears. Gentle fingers were trying to pry his hands away from the gun, but he really wasn't ready to let go of that just yet.

"I can't - " his hands were stuttering against John's, occasional contact of skin on skin, and it wasn't like there was any question which one of them was shaking. "I'm not - "

"Don't."

"Sheppard, I'm sor- "

"Don't."

Rodney managed to unbend cold fingers enough that the gun dropped into John's waiting (steady) hands and John quickly checked the magazine, snapped it back together, placed it on a nearby crate, all without moving from where he knelt at Rodney's side.

"You're good enough," he said, low and intent in Rodney's ear, "you're so fucking good enough that I forget you're not trained for this."

"I'm just." Rodney leaned his head back against the wall and looked up at the ceiling, not letting his eyes fall on the Wraith that John had had to finish off for him. "My head hurts."

"Yeah. I know." John's hand came up to cup Rodney's cheek, thumb sweeping across his temple. It felt like it was shaking, just a little.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

So far Keller had tried leaving them alone together for frankly unprofessional lengths of time in the infirmary, brushing past Rodney in the corridor close enough to overbalance him into John, bribing Zelenka to trap them in a transporter together for a good half hour; she'd even dropped hints like anvils, and still they seemed completely oblivious.

Seemed like maybe, this time, she might just have hit the jackpot. She watched Rodney shift uncomfortably and flick his eyes away from John's mouth yet again, and it was all she could do to stop herself giggling. Lollipops had been the best idea ever.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Your icon has changed between the posting and the replying. Would you rather I go with that one or this?

[indybaggins.livejournal.com]

Oh I completely forgot about this when I was renaming my icons. I prefer the old one *points*

[villainny.livejournal.com]

*grins* Okay, I shall see what I can do. I'm kinda distracted by watching Legend, though. OMG UNICORNS!

XD

[genarti]

...Awwwwwww.

I love, Nny. I love.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

I STILL DO NOT KNOW WHAT TO WRITE FOR THIS ONE. An ode to Rodney's biceps seems so cliched... XD

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

You could do a sonnet?

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Dude, I'm not actually a good writer here.

*snorting*