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fiiiclets.
So, to make my brain happy, I made myself do little ficlets at work. Line of song lyric, person. And went from there. X-Men, Farscape, SG-1. Spoilers on: FS season 4, SG-1 seasons 6&7.
SCAM: X-Men comicverse
Character: Storm
Line: from the boot of your car
Song: U2's "Please"
-=-
She wakes in darkness. Close darkness, and her nerves scream at her, demanding that things change in this instant.
But she has not become the goddess of control for nothing, and so she fights past it.
A breath brings her the scent of oil and old metal, musty carpeting and dirt. Help, she suddenly wants to scream.
Control.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
She's trapped in someone's trunk, and there are chinks, she can see light from half a dozen places.
It takes but a moment to touch her throat and find no collar, another moment to reach and touch and dance her hand into the breeze that suddenly rustles her hair.
They have locked her in a trunk, but they, whoever they are, have not taken her mutant powers away.
A smile that is chilling touches her lips.
There will be no next time for them to make this mistake.
-=-=-=-=-=-
SCAM: X-Men comicsverse
Character: Kitty Pryde
Line: grab your armor, paint your face
Song: Jane Wiedlin's "Kiss Proof World"
-=-
It is back. Funny how she notices the little things first. A tendril of silver caressing her calf, a moment of hot-warm-comfortable metal against her upper arm. A shimmer from the corner of her eye as she passes a mirror.
"Pryde?"
The voice is distracting. His voice is distracting, and she can smell the cigarettes he smoked from here.
Gleam of light on a rampart. That has to be a memory, and she wants to let out a laugh.
This is not real.
"Pryde?"
She doesn't want to turn because Kitty Pryde doesn't want to find out that she's the only one who can see, who can feel the icy cold grip of evil on her soul.
"The eldritch armor."
"Huh?" The words mean so little to him, she thinks.
They should mean nothing to her. Something almost hysterical bubbles in her breast and she fights it down. "The soul sword, the eldritch armor," she holds out her arm, watches the silver weave wrap it neatly. "It's back."
-=-=-=-=-
SCAM: Farscape
Character: Chiana
Line: trees talking about the wind or something
Song: Something for Kate "Feeding the Birds and Hoping for Something in Return"
Notes: Contains spoilers for season 4, but NOT the miniseries.
-=-
They whistled. She couldn't see them (she couldn't see anything, ever ever again), but she could hear them. She supposed, if Zhaan were still alive (and hadn't died to save their pathetic and selfish miktas) she would have talked about the harmony of nature. The way the trees spoke to her.
Chiana could care less. They whistled. And it was annoying.
At some point, she might once have enjoyed sitting here in the sun, letting the heat bake into her skin whilst Stark dithered with the pod (as always, it was broken).
But she couldn't see and she couldn't help and Crichton -- but she wasn't thinking of Crichton and Aeryn and the baby.
No. No, she wasn't.
Better to think of D'Argo, who'd promised her -- who claimed he might understand her now.
No, maybe not that, either.
The trees were whistling.
And so was Stark.
=-=-=-=-=-=
SCAM: Stargate: SG-1
Character: Daniel Jackson
Lines: hanging upside-down from the overpass waiting to discover something about the world
Song: Something for Kate "Monsters"
SPOILERS FOR SEASONS 5 and 6
-=-
"You're wrong, you know. I think I've always known that."
She doesn't answer, of course. She never answers, he thinks. Because she believes she is the answer.
"I left little tin-pot gods behind with my body, Oma, I don't need you fulfilling some instinctual need."
Sarcasm, best served with a helping of Jack O'Neill.
"What is this going to accomplish? How does not helping DO anything?"
Anger, suddenly, bright and brilliant and vibrantly sustaining in this dark and cold place.
"I shouldn't be here."
No agreement, no disagreement, no platitudes about poetry and the schisms life causes those who care too much.
"They should have let me die."
Soft whisper, now. And he can almost feel the pain again, pain eating his soul to pieces while his friends fell apart.
"You shouldn't have.... I should have died."
A strangely wistful certainty. Dead, he could see Sha're again (do you believe in an afterlife, little man? How quaint). Maybe. Anything had to be better than this.
"I just wanted to help."
That's all Dr. Daniel Jackson has ever wanted. After the pain and death and discovery and life and love and loss and riches beyond price.
"Don't leave me in the dark. Please."
=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
SCAM: Stargate: SG-1
Character: Daniel, again
Line: I could peel you like a pear and god would call it justice
Song: Nina Gordon "Number One Camera"
SPOILERS FOR HEROES.
-=-
The coat smells like her. Daniel doesn't get it, though. It's been inside a closet for six months, how can it still have that elusive scent on it?
If he were superstitious, he'd think it was her ghost.
But it's probably just psychosomatic. It's a lab coat, HER lab coat, and so it should smell like her. So it does.
Dr. Mackenzie would have a field day with him.
Not that Daniel would actually allow himself to be psychoanalyzed by that man into an asylum (and it's easy for Daniel to selectively remember who had him committed, easy to forget it was all of them -- even her).
There was never any justice in her death, never any point in any of the deaths he's witnessed over the years.
Even his own now seems pointless. And pathetic, next to hers.
Six months. Missing her, regretting the things he never had the courage to say. Six months.
And the coat still smells like her.
=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
SCAM: Stargate: SG-1
Character: Jonas, to off-set the Daniel
Line: normally I'd be knee-deep in champagne
Song: Nina Gordon "New Year's Eve"
Warning: Sam/Jack shippiness.
-=-
Last year, he remembers, Colonel O'Neill insisted on dragging them out into the middle of nowhere. They toasted the new year with a bottle of cheap champagne, plastic cups, and a vast array of stars. Jonas and Teal'c studiously ignored the two Air Force officers' attempts to hide the fact they were holding hands.
He laughed, then.
There is no laughter, now.
Jonas Quinn is alone on this new year's eve. His office is dark, the room cold, the papers stacked on his desk more organized than they were when he was sharing Dr. Jackson's office. But he misses the clutter.
Misses them, the closeness, the camaraderie -- he's disturbed to find that he misses the death-defying excitement of blowing up goa'uld mother ships, fighting for his life and digging in the dirt. Every day, he is reminded that he is not a politician. That he hates this job with every fiber of his being.
And every day he remembers that he is doing this because it is just and right, and these are his people. And if he were not here, some of their respect for him would be lost.
He understands all of this. But still, he is spending the night alone.
He hopes they miss him.
-finis-
SCAM: X-Men comicverse
Character: Storm
Line: from the boot of your car
Song: U2's "Please"
-=-
She wakes in darkness. Close darkness, and her nerves scream at her, demanding that things change in this instant.
But she has not become the goddess of control for nothing, and so she fights past it.
A breath brings her the scent of oil and old metal, musty carpeting and dirt. Help, she suddenly wants to scream.
Control.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
She's trapped in someone's trunk, and there are chinks, she can see light from half a dozen places.
It takes but a moment to touch her throat and find no collar, another moment to reach and touch and dance her hand into the breeze that suddenly rustles her hair.
They have locked her in a trunk, but they, whoever they are, have not taken her mutant powers away.
A smile that is chilling touches her lips.
There will be no next time for them to make this mistake.
-=-=-=-=-=-
SCAM: X-Men comicsverse
Character: Kitty Pryde
Line: grab your armor, paint your face
Song: Jane Wiedlin's "Kiss Proof World"
-=-
It is back. Funny how she notices the little things first. A tendril of silver caressing her calf, a moment of hot-warm-comfortable metal against her upper arm. A shimmer from the corner of her eye as she passes a mirror.
"Pryde?"
The voice is distracting. His voice is distracting, and she can smell the cigarettes he smoked from here.
Gleam of light on a rampart. That has to be a memory, and she wants to let out a laugh.
This is not real.
"Pryde?"
She doesn't want to turn because Kitty Pryde doesn't want to find out that she's the only one who can see, who can feel the icy cold grip of evil on her soul.
"The eldritch armor."
"Huh?" The words mean so little to him, she thinks.
They should mean nothing to her. Something almost hysterical bubbles in her breast and she fights it down. "The soul sword, the eldritch armor," she holds out her arm, watches the silver weave wrap it neatly. "It's back."
-=-=-=-=-
SCAM: Farscape
Character: Chiana
Line: trees talking about the wind or something
Song: Something for Kate "Feeding the Birds and Hoping for Something in Return"
Notes: Contains spoilers for season 4, but NOT the miniseries.
-=-
They whistled. She couldn't see them (she couldn't see anything, ever ever again), but she could hear them. She supposed, if Zhaan were still alive (and hadn't died to save their pathetic and selfish miktas) she would have talked about the harmony of nature. The way the trees spoke to her.
Chiana could care less. They whistled. And it was annoying.
At some point, she might once have enjoyed sitting here in the sun, letting the heat bake into her skin whilst Stark dithered with the pod (as always, it was broken).
But she couldn't see and she couldn't help and Crichton -- but she wasn't thinking of Crichton and Aeryn and the baby.
No. No, she wasn't.
Better to think of D'Argo, who'd promised her -- who claimed he might understand her now.
No, maybe not that, either.
The trees were whistling.
And so was Stark.
=-=-=-=-=-=
SCAM: Stargate: SG-1
Character: Daniel Jackson
Lines: hanging upside-down from the overpass waiting to discover something about the world
Song: Something for Kate "Monsters"
SPOILERS FOR SEASONS 5 and 6
-=-
"You're wrong, you know. I think I've always known that."
She doesn't answer, of course. She never answers, he thinks. Because she believes she is the answer.
"I left little tin-pot gods behind with my body, Oma, I don't need you fulfilling some instinctual need."
Sarcasm, best served with a helping of Jack O'Neill.
"What is this going to accomplish? How does not helping DO anything?"
Anger, suddenly, bright and brilliant and vibrantly sustaining in this dark and cold place.
"I shouldn't be here."
No agreement, no disagreement, no platitudes about poetry and the schisms life causes those who care too much.
"They should have let me die."
Soft whisper, now. And he can almost feel the pain again, pain eating his soul to pieces while his friends fell apart.
"You shouldn't have.... I should have died."
A strangely wistful certainty. Dead, he could see Sha're again (do you believe in an afterlife, little man? How quaint). Maybe. Anything had to be better than this.
"I just wanted to help."
That's all Dr. Daniel Jackson has ever wanted. After the pain and death and discovery and life and love and loss and riches beyond price.
"Don't leave me in the dark. Please."
=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
SCAM: Stargate: SG-1
Character: Daniel, again
Line: I could peel you like a pear and god would call it justice
Song: Nina Gordon "Number One Camera"
SPOILERS FOR HEROES.
-=-
The coat smells like her. Daniel doesn't get it, though. It's been inside a closet for six months, how can it still have that elusive scent on it?
If he were superstitious, he'd think it was her ghost.
But it's probably just psychosomatic. It's a lab coat, HER lab coat, and so it should smell like her. So it does.
Dr. Mackenzie would have a field day with him.
Not that Daniel would actually allow himself to be psychoanalyzed by that man into an asylum (and it's easy for Daniel to selectively remember who had him committed, easy to forget it was all of them -- even her).
There was never any justice in her death, never any point in any of the deaths he's witnessed over the years.
Even his own now seems pointless. And pathetic, next to hers.
Six months. Missing her, regretting the things he never had the courage to say. Six months.
And the coat still smells like her.
=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
SCAM: Stargate: SG-1
Character: Jonas, to off-set the Daniel
Line: normally I'd be knee-deep in champagne
Song: Nina Gordon "New Year's Eve"
Warning: Sam/Jack shippiness.
-=-
Last year, he remembers, Colonel O'Neill insisted on dragging them out into the middle of nowhere. They toasted the new year with a bottle of cheap champagne, plastic cups, and a vast array of stars. Jonas and Teal'c studiously ignored the two Air Force officers' attempts to hide the fact they were holding hands.
He laughed, then.
There is no laughter, now.
Jonas Quinn is alone on this new year's eve. His office is dark, the room cold, the papers stacked on his desk more organized than they were when he was sharing Dr. Jackson's office. But he misses the clutter.
Misses them, the closeness, the camaraderie -- he's disturbed to find that he misses the death-defying excitement of blowing up goa'uld mother ships, fighting for his life and digging in the dirt. Every day, he is reminded that he is not a politician. That he hates this job with every fiber of his being.
And every day he remembers that he is doing this because it is just and right, and these are his people. And if he were not here, some of their respect for him would be lost.
He understands all of this. But still, he is spending the night alone.
He hopes they miss him.
-finis-