Nov. 3rd, 2004

lyssie: (Sam not good at nice)
going to be another Make Porn Not War day. As in, toss pairings at me and I will attempt to write. Don't think I can pull off nearly 5,000 words again (still color me disturbed), but I can always try.

I am going to bed now.

Before I drop each and every one of you talking about this fucking election from my flist because you fucking annoy me.
lyssie: (Sam not good at nice)
Crossovery goodness... *wanders off to find clothes for work* Hrm. Should eat breakfast...

Dr. Elizabeth Weir liked to think of herself as a good judge of character. As she studied the young man across from her (despite the notations in his file, he didn't *look* almost 30), she found herself wondering about how he had ended up here. There was an earnestness and sincerity to him that was hard to resist. And damn hard to fake.

"So you're a geologist."

He inclined his head, letting a smile touch his lips. "Yes, ma'am."

If his file was to be believed, the young man in front of her was nothing less than a mutant terrorist. He seemed too calm for that. Or maybe she just wanted to believe he wasn't. There were high marks in his classes, recommendations from half a dozen people (Professor Charles Xavier *and* Dr. Nathaniel Essex had sent glowing commentary). Elizabeth wondered if he believed that mutants were better than humans.

Of course, if he did, he didn't show it. And she already had Dr. Rodney McKay. After McKay, there was really no need to look elsewhere for a self-righteous self-important man.

Still...

And there was the all-important Ancient gene, the one they were finding it so difficult to have in their scientists and explorers. The one they needed if they were to make a success of this.

Elizabeth considered, briefly, and made her decision. After all, he wouldn't be here if he hadn't already passed a half dozen exacting boards of interview and interrogation. And she liked the way he seemed to be completely relaxed. They could use calming influences. She cleared her throat and stood.

He stood as well, looking surprised.

"Welcome to the Atlantis Expedition, Mr. Guthrie."

An engagingly excited smile touched his lips. "Just call me Sam, ma'am."

"Sam."

fucking lj

Nov. 3rd, 2004 11:00 am
lyssie: (Default)
Some are kinda porny, some are not....
Fifth/Eighth, death of planes and stuff... (dear, I can't attack the White House, I LIKE Henry Hays. Can we have him for president, please?)
Liz Weir/Teal'c
Sam Carter/Wolverine
Teyla/Teal'c
Ford/Cassie (with Sam/Jack, because I can)
Daniel/Leia
And, I didn't do it justice, but Rabbit gave me: apollo from battlestar gallactica and chiana, the temptress. while playing a game of co-ed nekkid twister. on the millenium falcon. while fleeing the borg.
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lyssie: (Clive decadent)
mini!Sam Carter and Spider-Man.... (movieverse, since I know not the other)

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lyssie: (Jack been a bad century)
Today was my last day. My last. Half. Day.

I am now home, wrapped in a fluffy blanket. I think I'm burned out on the idea of having a job right now. My head hurts, my eyes want to close. hrr.

Maybe I need a nap.

Liz!

Nov. 3rd, 2004 02:31 pm
lyssie: (shiptroll)
We need to give in and start a multi-fandom commune. All takers, and we'll even tolerate slash pairings. And... we live together and argue and someone ELSE has to do the dishes.

(I'm thinking a nice island somewhere)

Hrm...

*distracted by fluff*
lyssie: (shiptroll)
I may have posted bits of this in LJ before....
SWAK: SG-1. Pairing: Sam/Jack
Disclaimer: Not mine. Rating: PG. Set: Post-Ascension. (don't apply logic to this....)
Archive: SJFic yes, please. All others, sure. (like I pay attention to this sort of thing. sigh)
Notes: Erm. I actually found this. So, I don't *think* I've posted it before. If I have, I sincerely apologize (and a look back through didn't bring up any possible titles). Further note: I'm listening to Nine Inch Nails and writing fluff. Is there a plank loose in my brain?
There is no porn. Sorry.

Pretty Good Year
by Ana Lyssie Cotton
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lyssie: (Sam not good at nice)
This one is completely Ryuu's fault, just... for being there, I suppose. And then not telling me I was on crack when I said it.

Raiting: G. Set: S8. Warning: Minor character death. Spoilers: 2001.
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