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Eh. Little Red (hope the day gets better), mainly. But it was all Timey's fault.
Stargate fic.
"Hey, Carter?"
Sam Carter shifted on her stool, barely glanced at the man standing in her doorway (he had his hands in his pockets, and was eyeing the small objects on her desk. Possibly assessing them for their shininess, and whether she'd notice if they disappeared). "Sir?"
"Um... You got a zat I could borrow?"
Raising her eyebrows, she actually turned and *looked* at him. "Zat, sir?"
"Yeah." Apparently deciding it was safe to do so, he stepped further into the lab, though he avoided the desk and its many temptations. Except that he took his hands out of his pockets, and they began gravitating naturally to the pile of tools and capacitors and solder on her workbench.
"Um. Why?" Casually, she batted his hand away from the on (and burning hot) soldering iron.
"Jeeze, Carter, do I have to have a reason?"
In the moment she rolled her eyes, he snagged the Numenorean pliers Daniel had been having her investigate and began fiddling them. "Sir!"
He set them back down and tried to look innocent whilst simultaneously trying to look like a sad little puppy dog. It almost worked.
Almost.
"Sir, why do you want a zat?"
"Well, Carter, I thought I'd get rid of... some things."
"Things, sir?" She retrieved the diodes from the newer version of her naquadah reactor from him.
"Yeah. Things." He gestured. "Y'know, they get in the way, they crinkle, they don't do much but kill trees and take up a lot of space that could be used for better things."
"Oh. *Those* things." She nodded. Memos.
"Yeah. So. Gotta zat, Carter?"
"Actually, sir, you should probably go ask Teal'c. The one zat I had I pulled apart so I could test and see if the power quotient was higher--"
"AH!" His hand raised, then dropped, and she swore that there should have been four capacitors on the bench. Now there were three.
"Sir."
"I'll... go ask Teal'c."
"You do that, sir."
Colonel O'Neill was nearly to the door when she called softly, "Can I have the capacitor back, sir?"
"What? Oh. Oops." He lobbed it back at her with a lopsided smile. "So. Ya wanna get lunch?"
Sam blinked. Her stomach announced that, yes, indeed, it wanted lunch. Like, now. "Oh. Um. Okay..."
"Cool. And then we can do that thing with a zat."
She raised her eyebrows as she walked past him. "We, sir?"
"Carter, you love making things disappear. I know this, remember?"
"Yes, sir." She gave a long-suffering sigh.
"I hope there's cake."
"They know you're on base, sir."
"Cool."
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Stargate fic.
"Hey, Carter?"
Sam Carter shifted on her stool, barely glanced at the man standing in her doorway (he had his hands in his pockets, and was eyeing the small objects on her desk. Possibly assessing them for their shininess, and whether she'd notice if they disappeared). "Sir?"
"Um... You got a zat I could borrow?"
Raising her eyebrows, she actually turned and *looked* at him. "Zat, sir?"
"Yeah." Apparently deciding it was safe to do so, he stepped further into the lab, though he avoided the desk and its many temptations. Except that he took his hands out of his pockets, and they began gravitating naturally to the pile of tools and capacitors and solder on her workbench.
"Um. Why?" Casually, she batted his hand away from the on (and burning hot) soldering iron.
"Jeeze, Carter, do I have to have a reason?"
In the moment she rolled her eyes, he snagged the Numenorean pliers Daniel had been having her investigate and began fiddling them. "Sir!"
He set them back down and tried to look innocent whilst simultaneously trying to look like a sad little puppy dog. It almost worked.
Almost.
"Sir, why do you want a zat?"
"Well, Carter, I thought I'd get rid of... some things."
"Things, sir?" She retrieved the diodes from the newer version of her naquadah reactor from him.
"Yeah. Things." He gestured. "Y'know, they get in the way, they crinkle, they don't do much but kill trees and take up a lot of space that could be used for better things."
"Oh. *Those* things." She nodded. Memos.
"Yeah. So. Gotta zat, Carter?"
"Actually, sir, you should probably go ask Teal'c. The one zat I had I pulled apart so I could test and see if the power quotient was higher--"
"AH!" His hand raised, then dropped, and she swore that there should have been four capacitors on the bench. Now there were three.
"Sir."
"I'll... go ask Teal'c."
"You do that, sir."
Colonel O'Neill was nearly to the door when she called softly, "Can I have the capacitor back, sir?"
"What? Oh. Oops." He lobbed it back at her with a lopsided smile. "So. Ya wanna get lunch?"
Sam blinked. Her stomach announced that, yes, indeed, it wanted lunch. Like, now. "Oh. Um. Okay..."
"Cool. And then we can do that thing with a zat."
She raised her eyebrows as she walked past him. "We, sir?"
"Carter, you love making things disappear. I know this, remember?"
"Yes, sir." She gave a long-suffering sigh.
"I hope there's cake."
"They know you're on base, sir."
"Cool."
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*g*
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Oops. Sorry. That. . . happens when they come into contact with me. I have a disease.
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Um. Daniel could help with that?
Or Jonas! Because he's always smiling!
(And Teal'c, man. You really just need a nice backrub from Teal'c)
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*dies*
Heh. But then you can send them my way (they can carpool with the muse) and when they return they will be all sickeninglycuteandsqueeeful. Except with pants.
-- Little Red
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pants: redux
Like, they're not dating so long as she only stays over at his place (in the guest room) ONE night a week, and they don't kiss through more than a single television show, and that the clothes all stay on.
And then... that it's okay as long as she doesn't spend more nights at his place than she does at hers, and that a movie counts as a single TV show, and that it's okay as long as the pants stay on.
And elly got really excited about pants and kept saying "pants" so we got stuck on that. And so, "pants" references a universe of platonic cuteness that is only platonic in the loosest possible definition of the word. And, because 10,000 fanfic writers under the age of fifteen can't be wrong, it allows them to effectively date while still on SG-1 in its standard configuration (and, oddly, lays down the foundations for the most stable relationship we could come up with for them).
The full text of the conversational madness can be found here (http://sachi.arrr.net/happyverse.html), but the above is basically the reader's digest version.
Like? Think you can be persuaded to join the happypantsversemadness sometimes? *hopefulblinking*
Re: pants: redux
Especially, uh, since this totally works for me.
Lyss, who has been convinced there was... something going on from s2 on...
Re: pants: redux
'tis fun to mess with that boy's head.
Jonas: "I don't get it. HOW are you not dating?"
Sam: "Because we're not."
Jack: "We're TOTALLY not."
Jonas: "But... I mean, she practically lives at your house."
Sam: *sputter* "That's DIFFERENT! We're just FRIENDS. Can't two people be FRIENDS without everyone going all nuts about it!?"
Jonas: "I was just asking..."
Janet: "Yeah. Better not to do that. I'll explain it later."
Re: pants: redux