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visionshadows) wrote2006-08-06 08:03 pm
visionshadows) wrote2006-08-06 08:03 pm
ficlets x4!
No see. I'm *really* bored. I already finished the four ficlets people asked for. And two of them were in fandoms I've never written before. So omg request more. Please!
It’s late when Chris lets himself into the house, dropping his keys on the table by the front door. There’s a slight breeze coming from the back and he heads in that direction, unsure of whether or not JC would be out there or if he just left the door open.
Chris pushes the back door open the rest of the way and JC looks up from the chaise, a bottle of beer in his hand. He smiles languidly and pushes himself up to a sitting position.
“Nice night,” Chris says as he sits down on the end of the chaise. JC leans forward and rests his arms on Chris’s shoulders, kissing the back of his neck lightly. “Mmm.”
JC’s lips are warm against Chris’s neck in contrast to the chill from the bottle of beer and Chris leans back into his embrace, the two of them tangling on the chaise. The crickets chirp softly in the background and Chris smiles as the warm breeze rustles his hair.
“I’m glad you’re home,” JC whispers, his voice barely audible.
“No place else I’d rather be.”
The pod is dark and Keller stares at the underside of Toby’s bunk, watching as the mattress shifts and moves as Toby moves above him. Across the way, Said watches them, waiting to see if Keller is going to move, going to seduce Toby again.
Keller doesn’t have to look to know Said is watching them. It’s an unspoken thing, Said’s hatred of Keller and protection of Toby. Sometimes Keller swears Said wants to kill him to protect Toby.
“You awake?” Toby whispers from the top bunk.
“Yeah,” Keller whispers back, reaching up to poke the dip in the mattress. “Anyone watching?”
Keller watches the shift in the mattress as Toby moves to look around, searching for other eyes that are still open. Keller knows he’ll find Said watching, maybe even shaking his head and mouthing words to Toby about how Allah wouldn’t approve.
“Just Minister Said,” Toby says before moving and jumping down from the top bunk. Keller reaches out and presses a hand against a strong thigh, sliding upwards. “Chris…”
“Tell me no, Toby. Tell me no and I’ll stop.”
Toby squats and Keller finds himself face to face with Toby, his eyes sleepy and his short hair mussed. Toby reaches out and laces his hand with Keller’s, leaning in to kiss him, his lips hungry, questing. Keller brings his free hand up, tangling with Toby’s hair and holding him close.
Across the way, Said turns from his vigil and Keller smiles against Toby’s lips, savouring the small victory and anticipating the unbridled hatred he’ll see in Said’s eyes tomorrow. It’s almost as good as Toby’s passion.
Almost.
“Hey doc.”
Radek looks up from the Legos in front of him and tries to hide them behind a box. Major Lorne – Adam. He’s supposed to remember to call him Adam when they’re alone which is much more often than before. Apparently calling someone Major in bed is unsettling. – just grins and walks into the abandoned lab.
“Adam,” Radek says calmly even as he continues to try and hide the toys. “What brings you here?”
“Patrol.” Adam walks over and pushes the box aside before sitting down in the chair next to Radek. “What’re you building?”
Radek’s hands wave a little and he moves to start disassembling the Legos. “Nothing really. Just. A present.”
Adam’s hand move faster, stopping him, covering Radek’s hand with his own. “A present for who?”
Radek sighs and just turns his hand up, holding onto Adam’s. “Colonel Sheppard. It is his birthday.”
Adam actually looks surprised, his hand tightening on Radek’s. “It’s his birthday?”
“According to Rodney it is,” Radek says, lifting Adam’s hand and kissing the knuckles lightly. “I thought it would be fun to build him something.”
“Is that – ” Adam tilts his head a little, looking at the vague shape on the counter.
“A Ferris wheel.” Radek finishes for him. “When I am finished, it will work.”
Adam chuckles a little and leans in to kiss him lightly, briefly. “I’ll just leave you to it then. See you at dinner?”
“Naturally. It is hot dog night.”
“Then we’d better get there early.” Adam lets go of Radek’s hand and gets to his feet, heading back to the door. “Have fun, doc.”
There’s nothing quite like experiment night, Egon thinks as he spreads mold on a petri dish. No one around to bother him, hours to play with his mold and spores, bad music on the radio. It was a thing of beauty.
The song changes to something by Kool and the Gang and Egon pretends that he isn’t singing along as he reaches for electrodes and more mold. If he’s learned one thing over the years it’s that all experiments are better with electricity.
“Hey, Egon!”
Egon jumps and jabs the mold with the electrode, watching as it catches on fire in horror. He barely even pays attention as the mold hisses and pops before fizzling out to nothing. He’s too busy trying to strangle Peter.
Peter fends him off, laughing a little as he scrambles across the room, holding up a ruler as a weapon. “C’mon! Take it easy.”
“I’ve been cultivating that mold for a whole year, Peter!” Egon throws a petri dish at him, scowling the whole time. “You’re supposed to be on a date.”
“She cancelled. Seems that she’s got to wash her hair,” Peter says as he ducks the petri dish. “So I came back to see if you wanted pizza.”
Egon groans and flips off the radio, looking at the mess on the top of his lab bench. “It’s experiment night.”
“I’ll let you pick the toppings.”
“You better be paying for the pizza too,” Egon mutters as he starts to clean up the remnants of his mold. “And I get to pick what we watch on TV.”
Peter grins happily and claps Egon on the back as he passes him by. “There’s a ball game on. We’re watching that.”
“Sometimes I really hate you,” Egon says clearly as he dumps the towels in the trash and strips off his gloves. Next week he was locking his door and turning up the music really loud. And possibly sedating Peter for the evening.
Egon nods to himself a little as he follows Peter down the hall. Yeah, sedating him might work.
It’s late when Chris lets himself into the house, dropping his keys on the table by the front door. There’s a slight breeze coming from the back and he heads in that direction, unsure of whether or not JC would be out there or if he just left the door open.
Chris pushes the back door open the rest of the way and JC looks up from the chaise, a bottle of beer in his hand. He smiles languidly and pushes himself up to a sitting position.
“Nice night,” Chris says as he sits down on the end of the chaise. JC leans forward and rests his arms on Chris’s shoulders, kissing the back of his neck lightly. “Mmm.”
JC’s lips are warm against Chris’s neck in contrast to the chill from the bottle of beer and Chris leans back into his embrace, the two of them tangling on the chaise. The crickets chirp softly in the background and Chris smiles as the warm breeze rustles his hair.
“I’m glad you’re home,” JC whispers, his voice barely audible.
“No place else I’d rather be.”
The pod is dark and Keller stares at the underside of Toby’s bunk, watching as the mattress shifts and moves as Toby moves above him. Across the way, Said watches them, waiting to see if Keller is going to move, going to seduce Toby again.
Keller doesn’t have to look to know Said is watching them. It’s an unspoken thing, Said’s hatred of Keller and protection of Toby. Sometimes Keller swears Said wants to kill him to protect Toby.
“You awake?” Toby whispers from the top bunk.
“Yeah,” Keller whispers back, reaching up to poke the dip in the mattress. “Anyone watching?”
Keller watches the shift in the mattress as Toby moves to look around, searching for other eyes that are still open. Keller knows he’ll find Said watching, maybe even shaking his head and mouthing words to Toby about how Allah wouldn’t approve.
“Just Minister Said,” Toby says before moving and jumping down from the top bunk. Keller reaches out and presses a hand against a strong thigh, sliding upwards. “Chris…”
“Tell me no, Toby. Tell me no and I’ll stop.”
Toby squats and Keller finds himself face to face with Toby, his eyes sleepy and his short hair mussed. Toby reaches out and laces his hand with Keller’s, leaning in to kiss him, his lips hungry, questing. Keller brings his free hand up, tangling with Toby’s hair and holding him close.
Across the way, Said turns from his vigil and Keller smiles against Toby’s lips, savouring the small victory and anticipating the unbridled hatred he’ll see in Said’s eyes tomorrow. It’s almost as good as Toby’s passion.
Almost.
“Hey doc.”
Radek looks up from the Legos in front of him and tries to hide them behind a box. Major Lorne – Adam. He’s supposed to remember to call him Adam when they’re alone which is much more often than before. Apparently calling someone Major in bed is unsettling. – just grins and walks into the abandoned lab.
“Adam,” Radek says calmly even as he continues to try and hide the toys. “What brings you here?”
“Patrol.” Adam walks over and pushes the box aside before sitting down in the chair next to Radek. “What’re you building?”
Radek’s hands wave a little and he moves to start disassembling the Legos. “Nothing really. Just. A present.”
Adam’s hand move faster, stopping him, covering Radek’s hand with his own. “A present for who?”
Radek sighs and just turns his hand up, holding onto Adam’s. “Colonel Sheppard. It is his birthday.”
Adam actually looks surprised, his hand tightening on Radek’s. “It’s his birthday?”
“According to Rodney it is,” Radek says, lifting Adam’s hand and kissing the knuckles lightly. “I thought it would be fun to build him something.”
“Is that – ” Adam tilts his head a little, looking at the vague shape on the counter.
“A Ferris wheel.” Radek finishes for him. “When I am finished, it will work.”
Adam chuckles a little and leans in to kiss him lightly, briefly. “I’ll just leave you to it then. See you at dinner?”
“Naturally. It is hot dog night.”
“Then we’d better get there early.” Adam lets go of Radek’s hand and gets to his feet, heading back to the door. “Have fun, doc.”
There’s nothing quite like experiment night, Egon thinks as he spreads mold on a petri dish. No one around to bother him, hours to play with his mold and spores, bad music on the radio. It was a thing of beauty.
The song changes to something by Kool and the Gang and Egon pretends that he isn’t singing along as he reaches for electrodes and more mold. If he’s learned one thing over the years it’s that all experiments are better with electricity.
“Hey, Egon!”
Egon jumps and jabs the mold with the electrode, watching as it catches on fire in horror. He barely even pays attention as the mold hisses and pops before fizzling out to nothing. He’s too busy trying to strangle Peter.
Peter fends him off, laughing a little as he scrambles across the room, holding up a ruler as a weapon. “C’mon! Take it easy.”
“I’ve been cultivating that mold for a whole year, Peter!” Egon throws a petri dish at him, scowling the whole time. “You’re supposed to be on a date.”
“She cancelled. Seems that she’s got to wash her hair,” Peter says as he ducks the petri dish. “So I came back to see if you wanted pizza.”
Egon groans and flips off the radio, looking at the mess on the top of his lab bench. “It’s experiment night.”
“I’ll let you pick the toppings.”
“You better be paying for the pizza too,” Egon mutters as he starts to clean up the remnants of his mold. “And I get to pick what we watch on TV.”
Peter grins happily and claps Egon on the back as he passes him by. “There’s a ball game on. We’re watching that.”
“Sometimes I really hate you,” Egon says clearly as he dumps the towels in the trash and strips off his gloves. Next week he was locking his door and turning up the music really loud. And possibly sedating Peter for the evening.
Egon nods to himself a little as he follows Peter down the hall. Yeah, sedating him might work.
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