wrisomifu day two...
Nov. 2nd, 2007 07:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nny...in which you probably start to work out how insane I am.
(The italics at the beginning are merely to remind you where we were. :D)
“Awe,” said John thoughtfully, handing over the powerbar and watching it disappear in two bites, “abject terror…”
“There’s a difference?”
He tilted his head to one side, exaggerated concentration on his face.
“McKay, right?”
“That’s Dr McKay and - yes, actually. How did you - ?”
“Ah,” said John, nodding slowly.
“Ah? What does that mean, ah?”
John just shook his head slightly, distracted by the rattling clatter of the lift door opening, discharging a man with round glasses and military fatigues and the helicopter pilot who ferried supplies and scientists across from McMurdo.
“Daniel!”
McKay huffed in annoyance, distracted, as one of the brass pushed past him, jogging over to join the new arrivals by the lift.
“Hello, Jack.” The guy with glasses - Daniel - looked around at the controlled chaos that surrounded him, eyes seeking out and lingering on the chair before he looked back at Jack and the pilot. There was a silent staring match for a second or two before he seemed to snap back to himself. “Ah, right. And this -” a vague wave of his hand in the direction of the pilot - “is Dr - Major - Dr Elizabeth Weir. She has the good sense to like it here.”
There was a soft, dismissive huff from beside him and John gave McKay a sidelong look, a crooked grin.
“Hey,” he drawled, “I like it here…”
“And you’re supposed to diagnose my mental health?”
A voice cut across McKay’s; the guy with grey hair, Jack, was getting agitated.
“ - clearance, Daniel.”
“She’s military, she can fly and she can speak as many languages as you, Jack. We need her.”
Weir was looking steadily less comfortable, dropping back a couple of paces as Jack ushered Daniel towards the bracketed off office space with a hand to the small of his back.
“Really?” Jack was asking, looking surprised.
“Well… no. But she is a linguist, and I’m sure as hell not letting you go -”
Their conversation faded and John raised an eyebrow at McKay, Dr M. Rodney.
“So those two, are they - ?”
"Oh God, Sheppard, don‘t make me think things like that! I need my brain for - for thinking, for theorising, and now I have to find the mental equivalent of Clorox!” Rodney shuddered. “Seriously, thoughts like that make me want to never have sex ever again. No one should ever speculate on them in my presence, ever. I'd make it a rule if it didn't mean I'd actually have to discuss this with others."
"...I was going to say friends."
“Of course you were,” McKay replied bitterly, “but it’s too late now, isn’t it? The damage is done.” He closed his eyes, a furrow between his brows, and snapped his fingers a couple of times. “Pleasant thoughts, pleasant thoughts…” Then his forehead smoothed out and he smiled, his posture loosening up. “Ah,” he sighed, “Saman’c.”
John blinked at him.
“Saman’c?”
“You know her? Of course you know her, what am I saying? How could you miss her? Her hair, her smile, the way that gold -” McKay tapped his forehead absently - “emphasises her eyes…”
John squinted at him - he’d read the files, naturally he’d read the files, but there had been a lack of pictures. Plenty of details, though.
“And you don’t find her kind of, I don’t know. Terrifying?”
McKay smiled blissfully.
“She could kill me with her pinky, Sheppard. How is there any way that’s not hot?”
Heightmeyer and the scientist - John couldn’t quite remember her name - had finished their conversation, and he smiled apologetically at them as they sent matching disgusted looks at McKay.
“Hey, kids!”
Their twin glares of disapproval were interrupted, Jack gesturing at the women incomprehensibly from the separated room to their left.
“Mom and dad are away for the weekend. Party at my place!”
He disappeared and Heightmeyer raised an eyebrow at - Emmagan, that was it. She shrugged slightly and then Jack was back, rolling his eyes.
“Get the hell over here, would you?” He ushered them towards the office before looking back over at John. "Excellent hair, by the way."
"I - thanks," he said, bemused. "Dr John Sheppard."
"Dr Jack O'Neill," he answered, and Rodney snorted from beside John.
"Oh please. Archaeology and Linguistics do not a doctor make."
"Hey," said O'Neill, apparently not taking offence, “I can be unhelpfully laconic in twenty eight languages. I'm just more the Indiana Jones type." He grinned, winked, disappeared into the office as McKay whimpered faintly.
"That man is singlehandedly destroying my fantasy life.”
(The italics at the beginning are merely to remind you where we were. :D)
“Awe,” said John thoughtfully, handing over the powerbar and watching it disappear in two bites, “abject terror…”
“There’s a difference?”
He tilted his head to one side, exaggerated concentration on his face.
“McKay, right?”
“That’s Dr McKay and - yes, actually. How did you - ?”
“Ah,” said John, nodding slowly.
“Ah? What does that mean, ah?”
John just shook his head slightly, distracted by the rattling clatter of the lift door opening, discharging a man with round glasses and military fatigues and the helicopter pilot who ferried supplies and scientists across from McMurdo.
“Daniel!”
McKay huffed in annoyance, distracted, as one of the brass pushed past him, jogging over to join the new arrivals by the lift.
“Hello, Jack.” The guy with glasses - Daniel - looked around at the controlled chaos that surrounded him, eyes seeking out and lingering on the chair before he looked back at Jack and the pilot. There was a silent staring match for a second or two before he seemed to snap back to himself. “Ah, right. And this -” a vague wave of his hand in the direction of the pilot - “is Dr - Major - Dr Elizabeth Weir. She has the good sense to like it here.”
There was a soft, dismissive huff from beside him and John gave McKay a sidelong look, a crooked grin.
“Hey,” he drawled, “I like it here…”
“And you’re supposed to diagnose my mental health?”
A voice cut across McKay’s; the guy with grey hair, Jack, was getting agitated.
“ - clearance, Daniel.”
“She’s military, she can fly and she can speak as many languages as you, Jack. We need her.”
Weir was looking steadily less comfortable, dropping back a couple of paces as Jack ushered Daniel towards the bracketed off office space with a hand to the small of his back.
“Really?” Jack was asking, looking surprised.
“Well… no. But she is a linguist, and I’m sure as hell not letting you go -”
Their conversation faded and John raised an eyebrow at McKay, Dr M. Rodney.
“So those two, are they - ?”
"Oh God, Sheppard, don‘t make me think things like that! I need my brain for - for thinking, for theorising, and now I have to find the mental equivalent of Clorox!” Rodney shuddered. “Seriously, thoughts like that make me want to never have sex ever again. No one should ever speculate on them in my presence, ever. I'd make it a rule if it didn't mean I'd actually have to discuss this with others."
"...I was going to say friends."
“Of course you were,” McKay replied bitterly, “but it’s too late now, isn’t it? The damage is done.” He closed his eyes, a furrow between his brows, and snapped his fingers a couple of times. “Pleasant thoughts, pleasant thoughts…” Then his forehead smoothed out and he smiled, his posture loosening up. “Ah,” he sighed, “Saman’c.”
John blinked at him.
“Saman’c?”
“You know her? Of course you know her, what am I saying? How could you miss her? Her hair, her smile, the way that gold -” McKay tapped his forehead absently - “emphasises her eyes…”
John squinted at him - he’d read the files, naturally he’d read the files, but there had been a lack of pictures. Plenty of details, though.
“And you don’t find her kind of, I don’t know. Terrifying?”
McKay smiled blissfully.
“She could kill me with her pinky, Sheppard. How is there any way that’s not hot?”
Heightmeyer and the scientist - John couldn’t quite remember her name - had finished their conversation, and he smiled apologetically at them as they sent matching disgusted looks at McKay.
“Hey, kids!”
Their twin glares of disapproval were interrupted, Jack gesturing at the women incomprehensibly from the separated room to their left.
“Mom and dad are away for the weekend. Party at my place!”
He disappeared and Heightmeyer raised an eyebrow at - Emmagan, that was it. She shrugged slightly and then Jack was back, rolling his eyes.
“Get the hell over here, would you?” He ushered them towards the office before looking back over at John. "Excellent hair, by the way."
"I - thanks," he said, bemused. "Dr John Sheppard."
"Dr Jack O'Neill," he answered, and Rodney snorted from beside John.
"Oh please. Archaeology and Linguistics do not a doctor make."
"Hey," said O'Neill, apparently not taking offence, “I can be unhelpfully laconic in twenty eight languages. I'm just more the Indiana Jones type." He grinned, winked, disappeared into the office as McKay whimpered faintly.
"That man is singlehandedly destroying my fantasy life.”
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Date: 2007-11-02 08:15 pm (UTC)And the little touch of Jack and Daniel is brilliant.
More please? *puppy eyes*
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Date: 2007-11-02 08:17 pm (UTC)More tomorrow!
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Date: 2007-11-03 12:59 am (UTC)I am sadly lacking in fan-credit here, I know, but I've only been watching the shows for... about a year now. So the characters are not firmly ingrained in my head yet. But for now I'll just keep reading and hope that my brain comes online with this. I think it'll become clearer - your writing does make it look like it's headed that way... oh! and your writing is wonderful!
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Date: 2007-11-03 01:22 pm (UTC)*grins*
I'm glad you're liking it so far, anyway, and I hope things'll become clear.
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Date: 2007-11-03 01:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-03 01:20 pm (UTC)*grins*
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Date: 2007-11-03 01:23 pm (UTC)I will get behind this. *g*
♥
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Date: 2007-11-03 01:27 pm (UTC)"So what does a theoretical geneticist actually do?"
McKay shrugged. "Work with test tubes, mostly. Any dying children and you can hold their hands."
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Date: 2007-11-03 01:38 pm (UTC)Voodoo!
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Date: 2007-11-03 01:44 pm (UTC)"You could have joined Mensa?"
"Don't look so surprised, Rodney. I didn't get my doctorate by lounging around and looking pretty."
Rodney waved a dismissive hand.
"Oh please. Psychology is about as real a medicine as - oh, I don't know. Voodoo?"
*grins*
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Date: 2007-11-03 01:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-03 01:55 pm (UTC)*grins*
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Date: 2007-11-05 03:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-05 06:19 am (UTC)John's not Elizabeth! They would totally never hire him as a diplomat; John's Heightmeyer and Heightmeyer is Elizabeth. Vala and Cameron will only make an appearance when such an appearance is canonical, so we're talking Pegasus Project which I will so never get to. XD
Ronon? Ronon'll show up. Just... a little different.
*grins*