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First lines meme
Originally seen in nos' lj. Gakked from elsewhere.
Take a line, any line, and write a drabble, scenelet, ficlet. Whatever you feel like. I cheated slightly, since a few of the paragraphs were... cute.
20 of 'em.
1. Daniel Jackson wasn't normally one to do what he was doing.
2. "I see things."
3. He really hadn't meant to do this.
4. The rain was falling into her eyes, but Fry was concentrating on the man in her arms.
5. The world of the casino. Dazzling and brilliant, glittering with a thousand smiles and ten thousand tears. The clink of chips, the snap of cards, the occassional softly-voiced argument. All blended to create a world where anything could happen. And frequently did.
6. There's a smile on her face before she even opens the door. It's plastered there, stretching the flesh taught. Meant to reassure.
7. It was the most shattering experience Adam Warlock had ever had.
8. There's so much she wants to say.
9. 'Coffee Shoppe' read the sign. It was hung over a small glass-fronted shop window, which contained... a coffee shop. It sat in the middle of the block, like a quietly subversive second-cousin who wants to inherit but can't, because you're still alive.
10. She can remember falling.
11. There was blood everywhere. It stuck to her, clung to her, it wouldn't come off. She shook, trying to remove it, trying to be free.
12. It was the waiting that got to her.
13. Fire was destroying the room nearby, the flames licking hungrily at the furniture and baby clothes.
14. Blake would have been appalled.
15. The knife slid into her belly and she gasped.
16. "Did they teach you to lie like this?"
17. She moved restlessly around the apartment, the moonlight only registering if she stepped into it.
18. "You can't win you know."
19. It was an unassuming house in a normal neighborhood.
20. He'd been drinking steadily for hours.
Take a line, any line, and write a drabble, scenelet, ficlet. Whatever you feel like. I cheated slightly, since a few of the paragraphs were... cute.
20 of 'em.
1. Daniel Jackson wasn't normally one to do what he was doing.
2. "I see things."
3. He really hadn't meant to do this.
4. The rain was falling into her eyes, but Fry was concentrating on the man in her arms.
5. The world of the casino. Dazzling and brilliant, glittering with a thousand smiles and ten thousand tears. The clink of chips, the snap of cards, the occassional softly-voiced argument. All blended to create a world where anything could happen. And frequently did.
6. There's a smile on her face before she even opens the door. It's plastered there, stretching the flesh taught. Meant to reassure.
7. It was the most shattering experience Adam Warlock had ever had.
8. There's so much she wants to say.
9. 'Coffee Shoppe' read the sign. It was hung over a small glass-fronted shop window, which contained... a coffee shop. It sat in the middle of the block, like a quietly subversive second-cousin who wants to inherit but can't, because you're still alive.
10. She can remember falling.
11. There was blood everywhere. It stuck to her, clung to her, it wouldn't come off. She shook, trying to remove it, trying to be free.
12. It was the waiting that got to her.
13. Fire was destroying the room nearby, the flames licking hungrily at the furniture and baby clothes.
14. Blake would have been appalled.
15. The knife slid into her belly and she gasped.
16. "Did they teach you to lie like this?"
17. She moved restlessly around the apartment, the moonlight only registering if she stepped into it.
18. "You can't win you know."
19. It was an unassuming house in a normal neighborhood.
20. He'd been drinking steadily for hours.
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Flowers? He was allergic to them, but figured it would be worth it.
She might even say yes.
Daniel put the flowers and ring box in his locker and slammed it closed. If they ever got rid of this stupid television crew, he could ask her to marry him.
But first there was a mission.
Haha.
His green-skinned companion propped herself up on one elbow and looked over at him. "Adam, it's just sex. Get over it."
And, actually...
She moved her way in and out of the crowds, catching eyes here and there, not minding the attention. It was attention she wanted, after all. The risk, the noise, the feeling that she was alive.
Even the ambient cigarette smoke scratching the back of her throat and stirring up old nicotine cravings was welcomed thing after the cold, sterile white of an NSA bunker.
Coming to Vegas seemed like the ideal cure for a broken heart.
A shame it didn't fix guilty consciences as well.
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The rain was falling into her eyes, but Fry was concentrating on the man in her arms. "I dunno, Leela. This feels... strange."
"But, Fry. You're the one who wanted to test the Professor's gender-switching machine."
"Well, yeah... But I'm starting to think you're only doing this because you're curious, and that it's got nothing to do with me at all."
"Well, duh. So, do you want to get in out of the rain and have sex now or not?"
Fry considered this. "Yeah, OK. But you have to promise to respect me in the morning."
"Fry, I don't respect you now."
"Oh. Well... then you just have to promise not to get me pregnant. I don't want any freaky one-eyed babies."
Hmm, interesting fact, Fry noted as she lay writhing around on the pavement in the rain. Even for a female, being socked in the groin hurts like hell if you do it hard enough.
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And still, he wasn't drunk enough. Goddamn it. Fucking shit. Motherfucking shit.
Once in a while Ford would stick his head into the room and look at him with a firmly blank look. Good. He didn't want pity. He didn't want compassion. He just wanted to be drunk off ass and forget that she was gone forever.
McKay came in at random times, usually with more alcohol. His expression sad, but he didn't say a thing to him. Also good. McKay, for all his snarky pain-in-the-ass-ness, was more emotionally smart than everyone gave him credit for. He knew. He knew and didn't say a thing.
Teyla came in as he was starting on his sixth bottle. "Sheppard, you should not be doing this," she said, arms crossed, expression disappointed. "You need to be strong for the rest of your people..."
She left when he threw the empty bottles at her while bellowing, "Fuck off!"
He drank and drank, and goddamnit all, he still felt stone cold sober.
The door opened and Carson came in, eyes compassionate. "Go away," said John, squinting at the bright light that spilled from the hall.
The doctor ignored him and turned for a moment back to the hallway. "Lights, half strength," he said, his accent soft. John felt fury rise up in him as Carson stepped into the room and then it drained away.
"I think you've enough time to drown your sorrow," said Carson, holding the bundle gently as he walked toward him. "Now it's time to think of her." He sat down next to John and handed over his burden.
With shaking hands, John cradled his daughter, the tears roaring out him, painful and unrelenting.
"I'm going to miss her so much," he managed after a bit. His daughter slept on, wrinkled and red-faced, not yet beautiful, but still precious.
"I know," replied Carson, taking away the bottle. "I know."
He left them there, father and daughter, sitting in the half-light. And John held her in front of the window that showed the reflection of stars on the waters, grieving.
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Good job. ;)
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Now he needs a hug.
Lalala...
"Did they teach you to lie like this?" His hands are rough on her face, calloused fingers digging in hard. This is a lesson!, his body language shouts, and despite the pain large parts of her mind are laughing at this pitiful, pompous little man. "Your men taught you to lie and think so little of me that they just send you?"
The slap is unsurprising and not nearly as bad as some of the blows Teyla and Bates deal out in their weekly defense sessions. Elizabeth knows that she'll have a bruise, but it won't be a bad one. Annoying, but not important.
Why had she gone on this stupid mission again? She never went on missions. Oh, right. The Limmer only wanted to deal with 'the leader'. The next time that happened, she was sending Kavenaugh, galactic incident or not.
"Answer me, woman!"
Elizabeth blinked at him, expression carefully neutral. "No one taught me to lie, Gaben."
"Liar!"
"Get some new material, you little toad."
The man's complexion morphed from the current unappealing shade of red to something a little closer to purple. Elizabeth loosened her neck just in time for the next blow. This one rattled her teeth but didn't manage to approach the infamous first stick-fight lesson. Her face had been swollen for almost two weeks, and John hadn't talked to Teyla for almost a week after it had gone down. Silly man.
Still, she'd managed to catch her tooth on her lip, so when she looked up again she took great pride in spitting out a mouth of blood. Gaben was smirking.
"Becareful how you treat me, Doctor Weir." He crossed his arms over his chest and rocked back on his heels. He looked like a penguin. An ugly penguin. "From this day forward, I will be your god."
"Or, you know. Not." She smiled beatifically and tried to ignore the blood welling out of her lip as said Major clocked Gaben over the head with the butt of his gun. The shorter man crumpled hard, but they ignored the hollow clunk as his head hit the floor. John didn't look happy.
"Hi, honey. You're early! He didn't even get to the 'kneel before me' bit. That's always my favorite."
"You just like to watch me bust in and clock people."
Hanging from the wall, her wrists aching slightly, Elizabeth just snickered. "I like to watch you bust in and look all cute in those pants."
Still frowning, John moved over and used his bowie knife on her wrists. It was all very manly and heroic. She told him so while sliding her arms around his neck. Her legs were all wobbly from being tied up and everything.
"Did they drug you?"
"Um, not that I know of, why?"
He tugged lightly on her ear and fanned her sides with his hands. She shivered a little, ticklish despite years of mental coaching. "You're being all huggy."
"Oh. Well, it's been a long week?" She batted her eyelashes at him and tried not to acknowledge just how good this felt.
Finally, he cracked a smile, dimples flashing before disappearing. "Well, then let's go home."
-fin-
Re: Lalala...
It's so Lizzie. (and a little Kitty/Pete *runs*) And Shep. And she does like his pants, oh, YES...
*giggles*