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Ten minute Sparky fic
for myQwirky.
Let's see how much I can type in ten minutes before I have to go out and move my car from the 15-minute parking, here at the library.
"You did what?" Elizabeth couldn't help the tone of disbelief. After all, it wasn't every day that Major Sheppard returned with his entire team drunk.
"We got a little drunk, made a little love--"
"Got down tonight," Teyla added, then giggled.
Oh, Elizabeth had a feeling that Teyla had done more than that, but she'd get it out of her at their weekly tea break. Currently, her focus was Major Sheppard, and he was covered in lipstick. Or what passed for lipstick, with the natives of W43-34X. "Major."
"Doctor Weir. Elizabeth." He paused, as if discovering something fascinating in her name. Then he looked back at her eyes not quite right as he made an attempt to be earnest.
It wasn't his best puppy dog look.
"Elizabeth. We were just fitting in with the natives."
"Fitting in?" Her eyebrows raised. "Major, when you came through the gate, you were wearing nothing but a loincloth and singing "I'm a Little Teapot"."
"It's a great drinking song. We used to yell it at Berkeley." The major waved a hand, then seemed to get distracted by it.
"Mhmm. So I can see." Elizabeth sighed.
"'Sides. I only kissed the one girl. Teyla kissed all the boys."
"Tattle!" The Athosian smacked his arm, eliciting a yelp. "They were rather attractive, however."
"Teyla. Major. No fighting."
Up until now, Lieutenant Ford had been silent, suddenly, though, he began laughing. "You sound just like my grandmother."
"Thanks." Great compliment. Really. Elizabeth sighed. "I can see I'm not going to get any use out of you until you've all sobered up. To that end, you're all to report to the infirmary."
"Yessir."
Elizabeth ignored their stumbling progress out the door and began making notes for her trade meeting with the officials of the planet her team had gotten snockered on.
"You're just jealous."
Her head snapped up and she stared at Sheppard. "Excuse me?"
"Jealous." He leaned over her, breath making her wrinkle her nose. "'Cause I got kissed, and you didn't."
"Right. Major--"
"So, I'm gonna make it better," he continued, leaning even closer.
"Sheppard."
"Quiet, Doctor, I'm about to be very smart."
It wasn't smart. In fact, Elizabeth was sure that letting Major Sheppard, when he was drunk, kiss her, was a very bad idea indeed. She still let him.
--eep. Must dash.
Let's see how much I can type in ten minutes before I have to go out and move my car from the 15-minute parking, here at the library.
"You did what?" Elizabeth couldn't help the tone of disbelief. After all, it wasn't every day that Major Sheppard returned with his entire team drunk.
"We got a little drunk, made a little love--"
"Got down tonight," Teyla added, then giggled.
Oh, Elizabeth had a feeling that Teyla had done more than that, but she'd get it out of her at their weekly tea break. Currently, her focus was Major Sheppard, and he was covered in lipstick. Or what passed for lipstick, with the natives of W43-34X. "Major."
"Doctor Weir. Elizabeth." He paused, as if discovering something fascinating in her name. Then he looked back at her eyes not quite right as he made an attempt to be earnest.
It wasn't his best puppy dog look.
"Elizabeth. We were just fitting in with the natives."
"Fitting in?" Her eyebrows raised. "Major, when you came through the gate, you were wearing nothing but a loincloth and singing "I'm a Little Teapot"."
"It's a great drinking song. We used to yell it at Berkeley." The major waved a hand, then seemed to get distracted by it.
"Mhmm. So I can see." Elizabeth sighed.
"'Sides. I only kissed the one girl. Teyla kissed all the boys."
"Tattle!" The Athosian smacked his arm, eliciting a yelp. "They were rather attractive, however."
"Teyla. Major. No fighting."
Up until now, Lieutenant Ford had been silent, suddenly, though, he began laughing. "You sound just like my grandmother."
"Thanks." Great compliment. Really. Elizabeth sighed. "I can see I'm not going to get any use out of you until you've all sobered up. To that end, you're all to report to the infirmary."
"Yessir."
Elizabeth ignored their stumbling progress out the door and began making notes for her trade meeting with the officials of the planet her team had gotten snockered on.
"You're just jealous."
Her head snapped up and she stared at Sheppard. "Excuse me?"
"Jealous." He leaned over her, breath making her wrinkle her nose. "'Cause I got kissed, and you didn't."
"Right. Major--"
"So, I'm gonna make it better," he continued, leaning even closer.
"Sheppard."
"Quiet, Doctor, I'm about to be very smart."
It wasn't smart. In fact, Elizabeth was sure that letting Major Sheppard, when he was drunk, kiss her, was a very bad idea indeed. She still let him.
--eep. Must dash.
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"Major, when you came through the gate, you were wearing nothing but a loincloth and singing "I'm a Little Teapot".
made my day.
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Berkeley? :-)
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Er, yes, I needed a random school, and that popped into my head (with or without the correct spelling)
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Now, this week's Kara show? Oh, hot!
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HAH. Lantis has... given everyone stupid pills this last half-season. Sadly.
But they are cute. ;)
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*hails you as master* Because. SQUEEE!
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*snuggles*
Thirty-second ficlets! Or, or, thirty-second plot-sentences? Kisses.
Thirty-second kisses.
Sparky makes me squeeful, hrm.
*loots fic folder*