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.drabbles: LotR, M7, SGA, WaT - various ratings/pairings, &c.
Below are a whole bunch of drabbles I wrote in response to prompts provided by various denizens of my flist, and I post them here for mass entertainment. Before continuing, I should warn you SG:A-type people that this is the first time ever that I've written SG:A-type things; to make matters worse, I've not read much fanfic and I'm behind on episodes--so the quality may be questionable at best. Also, I should probably provide a disclaimer for all of the following.
Mass disclaimer:
Lord of the Rings belongs to the Tolkien Estate and New Line, not me.
The Magnificent Seven belongs to MGM &c., not me.
Stargate: Atlantis belongs to SciFi &c., not me.
Without a Trace belongs to CBS &c., not me.
Spoilers are noted in the description, as are pertinent ratings/warnings and pairings.
And there you have it. Now, on with the drabbles, arranged by fandom:
LotR
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mrkinch, who desired "rings, bright light, [and] pretty words":
THE GATES
“Look, Legolas, how the light sings in it! More silver than the moon – the Valar would envy it.” Gimli touched one of the rings upon the gate of Minas Tirith. “The last great work of the Dwarves in the world of men.”
“Such beauty will last an Age,” Legolas said. “Surely that comforts? If not, stay until the Dwarves reveal their name for mithril, and pass the time filling Middle-earth with wonders.”
“I would sooner be welcome in Valinor.” Gimli turned back to his forge; pale fire danced across the mithril ring upon it.
“You may be,” Legolas agreed.
M7
Formoosesal, who besought a drabble starring Vin, Ezra, and a wager of some sort:
MONOSYLLABLE
“The infuriating thing about poverty is that it is damned inconvenient.”
“Ez, we don’t need to bet money.” Vin added, “Or clothes,” when Ezra reached protectively for his jacket. “How ‘bout, if you win, I take Sunday morning patrol?”
Ezra blissfully contemplated a Sunday morning of sloth. “And in the unlikely event that you win?”
“You gotta use words that Josiah don’t have to translate for a whole day.”
“A day spent speaking as one of the plebians, the unwashed..?” Ezra sighed, torn between education and Sunday off. “Very well.”
“I’m callin’, Ez.”
“Full house.”
Vin set down his cards.
SGA
Formardia_, who wanted fluffy Rodney/John with Rodney freaking out over something:
LAST THINGS
He was dying. He knew and accepted that, because even Rodney McKay had to die some time, even though he wasn’t saving Atlantis from the brink of destruction or heroically rescuing a little kid, like he’d always imagined.
(And why a little kid? He hated kids.)
Wait... off track. What was happening? Dying. Yes, he was dying, mortal lethargy stealing over his limbs, life slipping from his desperate grasp.
“Rodney,” John muttered from somewhere in the darkness, “the coffee’ll be done in, like, two minutes.”
“Two minutes too late,” Rodney whispered pathetically. “My papers... save...” And he knew no more.
Forlillyjk, who petitioned for jealous!Shep and Rodney as the object of someone's flirtation:
FURTHER ON DOWN THE ROAD
John Sheppard is a pragmatic person. He and Rodney split a long time – okay, two months – ago and he doesn’t have the right to be jealous now, so he won't be.
So he's definitely not planning the messy death of that cute science tech who’s attached herself to Rodney like a Wraith. Or telling her Rodney is his, though he’s not anymore – and good luck with flirting, sweetheart, because Rodney doesn’t pick up on anything subtler than being shoved against a wall and kissed until he suffers brain damage from oxygen deprivation.
But he’s a pragmatic person. So he won’t.
Forverstehen, who wished to see a drabble with the prompt "We were military in the past. Never did I think we might be again":
QUONDAM
We were military in the past. Never did I think we might be again.
Pride means little to the Wraith; by the time we learned this, we (soldiers, all of us) were slaughtered. We buried our weapons, believing they bred defiance and destruction.
We have them still, but where? The elders know but do not say.
Offworlders come, telling what the Wrath have done, what they – the Atlantians – seek to do. My heart remembers pride and anger, my hand how to hold the guns they carry, though it has never held such before.
And our weapons wait in their vaults.
WaT
Forfrogy, who humbly requested Danny/Martin, with friends outside of work or lack thereof:
JUST FRIENDS
“Thanks, Rachel. ‘Bye.” Martin clicked his cell phone shut.
“Who’s Rachel?” Danny of course, leaning too far into Martin’s space, close enough to be seriously distracting.
“A friend.”
That smirk appeared instantly. “A friend?” Said with lascivious, teasing emphasis.
“From college. We’ve stayed in touch.”
“Social calls on company time?” Danny tsked.
“I called her on the Melissa Danielle case. She works for the CMEC*.”
“Oh.” Danny paused; when he spoke again it was with uncharacteristic hesitation. “So you’re just friends?”
“Yeah,” Martin said, with maybe more force than was wise, but when Danny smiled, the risk was worth it.
[* CMEC = Center for Missing and Exploited Children. (Abbreviated for the obvious purpose of saving five words.) In "The Innocents," Martin mentions that he "has a friend" at the Center who might be able to help.]
Forle_mot_mo, who prayed for Danny/Martin, NC17, with the prompt "The pain of the mind is worse than the pain of the body":
WHAT IT IS
The pain of the mind is worse than the pain of the body.
It’s why Danny drank, to make his mind stop bleeding, stop it dripping memory over every moment.
It’s why he’s fucking Martin now, way too rough, to drown out what is as vivid as Martin moving under him – gunfire, cold concrete, blood hot and sticky – the shock of Martin’s orgasm and his own, their breath a mixture of wonder and profanity.
It’s why Martin doesn’t protest – because he knows what it is to hurt and not have scars, why he pulls Danny close, heartbeat echoing between them.
Forlachli, who yearned for post-"Off the Tracks" (3.21) with Danny musing on the delights of forceful!Martin:
ENDS AND MEANS
You wouldn’t think it looking at him, but... wow. Even blinded by fury as he’d been, Danny had spared some amazement for the fact that the arms pulling him off Luis Vega were Martin’s.
Arousal surges at the memory of those moments – Martin unmoving, rocklike against Danny’s body – until the need’s too much, pressure and heat in his groin, and he has to go take care of it.
When he tells Martin this, Martin looks away and apologizes.
“Don’t be sorry,” Danny says. Then, because he’s evil and he really wants Martin like that in bed, adds: “Do it again.”
Addendum
Fortanzy, who lobbied for D/M and the following quotation as a prompt: "We need not to be let alone. We need to be really bothered once in a while. How long is it since you were really bothered? About something important, about something real?" (Ray Bradbury):
SOMETHING REAL
Danny upsets him, complicates him. He’s there when Martin’s used to being alone, unbalances him with touch and laughter, more in those dark eyes than Danny ever says.
When one case gets bad, Danny offers him take-out and a baseball game, a place where happiness is possible and real life becomes unimportant. And he can have more, Martin realizes, than bad Chinese and Danny’s laughter, if he can find the courage to take it.
That’s what Danny’s eyes say, a promise huge and real in the silence between jokes and insults, and that night Martin reaches out.
And Danny’s there.
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Whew! That was fun :) Am out of town for a bit, but when I get back, I might do this again. Drabbles... they are so seductive.
Mass disclaimer:
Lord of the Rings belongs to the Tolkien Estate and New Line, not me.
The Magnificent Seven belongs to MGM &c., not me.
Stargate: Atlantis belongs to SciFi &c., not me.
Without a Trace belongs to CBS &c., not me.
Spoilers are noted in the description, as are pertinent ratings/warnings and pairings.
And there you have it. Now, on with the drabbles, arranged by fandom:
LotR
For
mrkinch, who desired "rings, bright light, [and] pretty words": THE GATES
“Look, Legolas, how the light sings in it! More silver than the moon – the Valar would envy it.” Gimli touched one of the rings upon the gate of Minas Tirith. “The last great work of the Dwarves in the world of men.”
“Such beauty will last an Age,” Legolas said. “Surely that comforts? If not, stay until the Dwarves reveal their name for mithril, and pass the time filling Middle-earth with wonders.”
“I would sooner be welcome in Valinor.” Gimli turned back to his forge; pale fire danced across the mithril ring upon it.
“You may be,” Legolas agreed.
M7
For
moosesal, who besought a drabble starring Vin, Ezra, and a wager of some sort: MONOSYLLABLE
“The infuriating thing about poverty is that it is damned inconvenient.”
“Ez, we don’t need to bet money.” Vin added, “Or clothes,” when Ezra reached protectively for his jacket. “How ‘bout, if you win, I take Sunday morning patrol?”
Ezra blissfully contemplated a Sunday morning of sloth. “And in the unlikely event that you win?”
“You gotta use words that Josiah don’t have to translate for a whole day.”
“A day spent speaking as one of the plebians, the unwashed..?” Ezra sighed, torn between education and Sunday off. “Very well.”
“I’m callin’, Ez.”
“Full house.”
Vin set down his cards.
SGA
For
mardia_, who wanted fluffy Rodney/John with Rodney freaking out over something: LAST THINGS
He was dying. He knew and accepted that, because even Rodney McKay had to die some time, even though he wasn’t saving Atlantis from the brink of destruction or heroically rescuing a little kid, like he’d always imagined.
(And why a little kid? He hated kids.)
Wait... off track. What was happening? Dying. Yes, he was dying, mortal lethargy stealing over his limbs, life slipping from his desperate grasp.
“Rodney,” John muttered from somewhere in the darkness, “the coffee’ll be done in, like, two minutes.”
“Two minutes too late,” Rodney whispered pathetically. “My papers... save...” And he knew no more.
For
lillyjk, who petitioned for jealous!Shep and Rodney as the object of someone's flirtation: FURTHER ON DOWN THE ROAD
John Sheppard is a pragmatic person. He and Rodney split a long time – okay, two months – ago and he doesn’t have the right to be jealous now, so he won't be.
So he's definitely not planning the messy death of that cute science tech who’s attached herself to Rodney like a Wraith. Or telling her Rodney is his, though he’s not anymore – and good luck with flirting, sweetheart, because Rodney doesn’t pick up on anything subtler than being shoved against a wall and kissed until he suffers brain damage from oxygen deprivation.
But he’s a pragmatic person. So he won’t.
For
verstehen, who wished to see a drabble with the prompt "We were military in the past. Never did I think we might be again": QUONDAM
We were military in the past. Never did I think we might be again.
Pride means little to the Wraith; by the time we learned this, we (soldiers, all of us) were slaughtered. We buried our weapons, believing they bred defiance and destruction.
We have them still, but where? The elders know but do not say.
Offworlders come, telling what the Wrath have done, what they – the Atlantians – seek to do. My heart remembers pride and anger, my hand how to hold the guns they carry, though it has never held such before.
And our weapons wait in their vaults.
WaT
For
frogy, who humbly requested Danny/Martin, with friends outside of work or lack thereof: JUST FRIENDS
“Thanks, Rachel. ‘Bye.” Martin clicked his cell phone shut.
“Who’s Rachel?” Danny of course, leaning too far into Martin’s space, close enough to be seriously distracting.
“A friend.”
That smirk appeared instantly. “A friend?” Said with lascivious, teasing emphasis.
“From college. We’ve stayed in touch.”
“Social calls on company time?” Danny tsked.
“I called her on the Melissa Danielle case. She works for the CMEC*.”
“Oh.” Danny paused; when he spoke again it was with uncharacteristic hesitation. “So you’re just friends?”
“Yeah,” Martin said, with maybe more force than was wise, but when Danny smiled, the risk was worth it.
[* CMEC = Center for Missing and Exploited Children. (Abbreviated for the obvious purpose of saving five words.) In "The Innocents," Martin mentions that he "has a friend" at the Center who might be able to help.]
For
le_mot_mo, who prayed for Danny/Martin, NC17, with the prompt "The pain of the mind is worse than the pain of the body": WHAT IT IS
The pain of the mind is worse than the pain of the body.
It’s why Danny drank, to make his mind stop bleeding, stop it dripping memory over every moment.
It’s why he’s fucking Martin now, way too rough, to drown out what is as vivid as Martin moving under him – gunfire, cold concrete, blood hot and sticky – the shock of Martin’s orgasm and his own, their breath a mixture of wonder and profanity.
It’s why Martin doesn’t protest – because he knows what it is to hurt and not have scars, why he pulls Danny close, heartbeat echoing between them.
For
lachli, who yearned for post-"Off the Tracks" (3.21) with Danny musing on the delights of forceful!Martin: ENDS AND MEANS
You wouldn’t think it looking at him, but... wow. Even blinded by fury as he’d been, Danny had spared some amazement for the fact that the arms pulling him off Luis Vega were Martin’s.
Arousal surges at the memory of those moments – Martin unmoving, rocklike against Danny’s body – until the need’s too much, pressure and heat in his groin, and he has to go take care of it.
When he tells Martin this, Martin looks away and apologizes.
“Don’t be sorry,” Danny says. Then, because he’s evil and he really wants Martin like that in bed, adds: “Do it again.”
Addendum
For
tanzy, who lobbied for D/M and the following quotation as a prompt: "We need not to be let alone. We need to be really bothered once in a while. How long is it since you were really bothered? About something important, about something real?" (Ray Bradbury): SOMETHING REAL
Danny upsets him, complicates him. He’s there when Martin’s used to being alone, unbalances him with touch and laughter, more in those dark eyes than Danny ever says.
When one case gets bad, Danny offers him take-out and a baseball game, a place where happiness is possible and real life becomes unimportant. And he can have more, Martin realizes, than bad Chinese and Danny’s laughter, if he can find the courage to take it.
That’s what Danny’s eyes say, a promise huge and real in the silence between jokes and insults, and that night Martin reaches out.
And Danny’s there.
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Whew! That was fun :) Am out of town for a bit, but when I get back, I might do this again. Drabbles... they are so seductive.
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As for WaT, wow. This got me: It’s why Martin doesn’t protest – because he knows what it is to hurt and not have scars, why he pulls Danny close, heartbeat echoing between them.
Beautiful.
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I'm sure Sheppard will drag him into a back room somewhere and explain things to him :D