May. 9th, 2007
snippet of a WIP
May. 9th, 2007 08:41 pm“There any films you are willing to discuss, McKay?”
He thought for a moment.
“Star Wars.”
Zelenka gave a happy little sigh and Sheppard grinned, lopsided and mischievous and annoyingly attractive.
“Goes without saying.”
“Clichés frequently become clichés for good reason, Major,” Rodney answered loftily. “It’s a metaphor.”
“Like football.”
Rodney scowled at him. “Could you possibly be any more American?”
“Je suis un cowboy,” Sheppard drawled, looking entirely too self-satisfied.
“You wanted to be Han Solo, didn’t you?” The scorn in his voice was almost palpable.
“Clichés become clichés for good reason, McKay.”
Rodney rolled his eyes. “Goes without saying.”
He got a sidelong look for that, a sideways smirk.
“And you wanted to be what, Luke?”
“Jabba,” Zelenka said dreamily, pushing his little glasses up his nose. Rodney reassessed his opinion - the little Czech was almost certainly rabid and definitely dangerous. He attempted to subtly shift his chair away.
He thought for a moment.
“Star Wars.”
Zelenka gave a happy little sigh and Sheppard grinned, lopsided and mischievous and annoyingly attractive.
“Goes without saying.”
“Clichés frequently become clichés for good reason, Major,” Rodney answered loftily. “It’s a metaphor.”
“Like football.”
Rodney scowled at him. “Could you possibly be any more American?”
“Je suis un cowboy,” Sheppard drawled, looking entirely too self-satisfied.
“You wanted to be Han Solo, didn’t you?” The scorn in his voice was almost palpable.
“Clichés become clichés for good reason, McKay.”
Rodney rolled his eyes. “Goes without saying.”
He got a sidelong look for that, a sideways smirk.
“And you wanted to be what, Luke?”
“Jabba,” Zelenka said dreamily, pushing his little glasses up his nose. Rodney reassessed his opinion - the little Czech was almost certainly rabid and definitely dangerous. He attempted to subtly shift his chair away.