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i blame the coffee; it's not as tasty as usual
children of dune - leto 1
seperis
I feel like my purpose now is to link to things or something. It's very, very lowering. In that way that I'm not sure I can define 'lowering' as 'has no hope of original content because I keep thinking of things to write so as to get someone to flame me so I can retaliate with extreme prejudice'. And not even well--I mean, if you have been around here since 2002 (I'm looking at you, emrinalexander et al), my flames are sad, sad flames. They're like, spelling correction: pretty much the internet equivalent of sticking out my tongue and saying "Nya-nya, nya-nya, nya." Very sad.

Yeah. Welcome to my head.

Updates

schronicles is running a flashfic challenge for Sarah Connor Chronicles. Whee flashfic! Go forth and flash! Er, fic.

Five People Who Made My Week Better

svmadelyn - who finally got me able to start a possible prompt for SGA Big Bang.
eleveninches - who cheered the prompt on and said such things as ! and OMG which are inspirational when one is mentally damaging characters for fun.

(Right there, when none of you winced? That means you have been reading here too long. Or know me too well. I bet you didn't think, eww, mental damage! I bet you are thinking, huh, will it be disease, radiation, or torture this week?)

chopchica - because she hasn't mentioned my bright future as the penultimate authority on dragon rape this year. I--seriously, what? Where did that come from? How did that even come up?
fyrdrakken - who showed me a super awesome picture of her new rabbit condo. Super. Awesome.
cereta for the new community shakydismount.

Bonus!

And finally, bonus! A useless bonus. But a bonus. For beadattitude, who wanted ficlets the other day. Very short ficlets. Perhaps one might say, miniscule.



Teyla, Rodney's noted, is usually less sympathetic before her morning coffee, so he comes armed with a carafe, a tray of pancakes, and all the hope he has left in the world.

"It cannot be that hard," she insists, carafe inches away from one preternaturally strong hand. He knows how strong; he has the memories of the bruises.

Clutching his own cup, Rodney stares at her over the rim, trying to imagine a world where that statement could possibly, possibly be true. "I hate you."

Teyla gives him a weary look of exhausted hostility; Rodney has a second to be utterly, utterly grateful he can never, ever knock up John and have to deal with multiple feedings. "I hate you as well, Dr. McKay." Taking a drink of coffee, she purses her lips, then leans back with a sigh as the caffeine does its magic. Thank God. "Perhaps you should simply ask him."

Rodney tried that; oh, how he tried that. Leaving catalogs spread around his-wait-God-just-*face*-it-*their*-quarters; helpfully adding a shortcut to amazon.com (Rodney downloads the database weekly) to John's desktop; staring into John's eyes and subtly asking "What the hell do you want for your birthday?"

And it's all completely not worked.

"He doesn't want anything." It's insane. Utterly, utterly insane-- "He just says he's--" and this part is sick "--happy with anything I get him. And it's not a big deal."

Teyla nods. "Perhaps it is not."

"That," Rodney answers heatedly, pointing his spoon at her, "is not the point." And it's not; birthdays are celebrations of someone's goddamn birth and Rodney wants to fucking *celebrate it* already. "Something--that he'll like."

Surfboard; that bastard Halling got him one last year. Guitar--the bastard *has one*. Car? Puddlejumper. Ferris wheel--

"Ferris wheel?" Teyla says, eyebrows drawn together in thought. Right, talking out loud again. Dammit.

"Won't fit through the gate." And Carter's losing her shower for two weeks for that shit.

Teyla frowns, pouring another cup of coffee, which means it's safe for Rodney to get some for himself, looking moodily at the dark surface. "You know," he tells the coffee, because it's not like he's getting help from anyone sentient, so what the hell, "this isn't a problem I've ever had."

Teyla taps her spoon on the side of his cup, jerking his attention back up. She arches a brow in curiosity. "You haven't?"

"It's the--the guy thing," Rodney admits. When he traded in heterosexuality, he'd thought the gift-angst would go with it, but somehow, it hasn't turned out that way.

It should be *easy*--John's easy. John got excited when the Daedalus brought a *football* for God's sake. DVDs, always welcome. Get him every Batman ever put on film. It's *easy*, except that's the kind of stuff he'd been doing before he started sharing boxers with the man, and that *means something*. The sharing boxers thing. Bed, towels, t-shirts, tents, hell, they'd shared a *sleeping bag* enough times that Rodney knew the exact angle of John's head when he finally fell asleep and that he was a covert snuggler that they had kept at a comfortable level of denial for many deeply repressed years. All things he'd done before, like gifts of DVDs and popcorn.

Rodney sometimes has nightmares that they kept that up for the rest of their lives and wakes in a cold sweat.

But three months, three days ago, Rodney woke up in a bed not his (not new), wearing John's t-shirt (not new), after a long night of unique Atlantean terror (Jesus, so not new), with a headache from too little sleep and too much stress (God, his life is so predictable) and rolled into a John wearing boxers that were not his.

(Later, he finds out John stumbled from the shower, grabbed the first ones he saw, and fell asleep before he realized he didn't own Batman boxers.)

Atlantis dawned pink and gold across the bed while the lights flickered awake above them, the city reminding them they'd survived again, and Rodney didn't see a thing. Rodney was coming against John's stomach and breathing promises into John's shoulder that he'll spend the rest of his life keeping.

So shared boxers require a little more in the way of tender consideration and thought, or at least a good appearance of it. Rodney slumps in his seat and stares at the ocean, then narrows his gaze at Teyla, epically unsympathetic to his plight. "We have a week. John likes spaceships. Ronon likes shooting Wraith. I can find us a Wraith cruiser. Do we really want to go there?"

Teyla stares back. "You would not."

Two nights ago, John crawled into bed after a week on the mainland training the Marines, muttering something like "I hate the outdoors," and "We need a bigger bed" and "Where's my pillow?" and falling asleep across Rodney's chest halfway through the search. Rodney didn't sleep for an hour, feeling John breathe against his throat, freshly washed hair damp and silky against Rodney's chin, and thought, this could be the rest of my life.

It was so terrifyingly comforting that Rodney had woken up the next morning and decided it would be. And it starts right here. With a goddamn birthday.

"Try me."



ETA: Reminder--alternate pairings sign-up for Big Bang is going on here. Several pairings have already been closed due to respondents. Go check it out if you're interested.


Ronon: I got him a new knife. It's as long as his arm.
Rodney: *scowls*

Ronon would too. And show it off. Smugly.

because she hasn't mentioned my bright future as the penultimate authority on dragon rape this year.

Except for last night! Where I suggested you write an ENTIRE BIG BANG ABOUT IT!


*sniffles* Yet you skip the ficlet.

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this is the sweetest ficlet ever.

seriously, the casualness of the love here makes it perfect for making me feel good for the rest of the day as I keep going back to it. I want to be in love like that damn it.

Thank you! It makes me happy too.

Rodney sometimes has nightmares that they kept that up for the rest of their lives and wakes in a cold sweat.

Oh, Rodney. Oh, honey. It's okay. I promise. Look -- boxers!

::beaming::

Pretty sure Rodney hid all John's--just in case.

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Aw, birthday present as true love! How awesome!

...this could be the rest of my life.

It was so terrifyingly comforting that Rodney had woken up the next morning and decided it would be. And it starts right here. With a goddamn birthday.


Oh, Rodney. I love the idea of them sharing almost everything for so long, and Rodney just being so desperately grateful that they got the chance to move beyond that that he's willing to get John a Wraith cruiser to prove it. Only Rodney.

And *can* get one, too. That is totally the best boyfriend *ever*.

Aw, Rodney is so cute with the love and the shared boxers and talking to Teyla about his birthday present angst!

::is gleeful::

awwwwww. That's just sweet. And getting John a Wraith Cruiser... :) heh. Only Rodney.

Rodney has a second to be utterly, utterly grateful he can never, ever knock up John

oh yea, *snicker*

The casualness of their love and living and sharing - just wonderful.

I bet you are thinking, huh, will it be disease, radiation, or torture this week?
Guilty! (I also thought "ooh, if one of the characters is mentally damaged, does that mean, you're physically damaging the other??" and proceeded to ponder to whom you've inflicted the most mental damage in your stories so far - John or Rodney?)


re: ficlet: Sharing boxers omg!! I'm convinced that Rodney will somehow find the right gift (even thought I, too, wouldn't know what to give John for his birthday).

*g* You know me so well.

And thanks!

John's totally the kind of person who really *doesn't* care what he gets, as long as the other person chooses it. Even if it's random and inexplicable.

I love that Rodney went to Teyla for sympathy and help and she has absolutely none of either. And that this is Rodney's way of saying, I want to be with you forever. That's incredibly sweet.

He really is. The entire thrill of getting something would totally do it for him.

Awwww. Just...awwwwwwww. The word "awwwww" encompasses and perfectly describes. Of course it is awwwww in a Rodney way as only Rodney would offer to find a Wraith cruiser to make John and Ronon happy.

Hee! He would! thanks!

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*bites lip* The total turning point, yes. Thanks!

I can just see Rodney getting desperate and getting that plan together to grab a wraith cruiser. So scary. Just an adorable ficlet. Thanks for sharing.

This was... sweet. Because it starts off completely as a problem of Rodney's own making and then slowly reveals to be, well, a little more than that.