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SGA's McKay/Sheppard/Beckett-AU
Title: Blind sighted
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard/Beckett, implied Weir/Cadman (blink and hopefully, you'll miss it).
Category: Established relationship and AU
Challenge: 006-sight also for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
au100 Prompt: 040-sight
Word count: 470
Summary: Twenty-three year old, law student, Laura Cadman stopped, abruptly in her tracks. She blinked a few times, wondering whether or not her mind was playing tricks on her.
Twenty-three year old, law student, Laura Cadman stopped, abruptly in her tracks. She blinked a few times, wondering whether or not her mind was playing tricks on her.
Her jaw dropped opened as she realized that this, this was anything but fantasy-not that she would want to fantasize about this. Her next door neighbor-Elizabeth Weir, on the other hand, was a completely different matter all together and she certainly wouldn’t mind her fantasizes about the business woman coming true. After all, she was, Elizabeth Weir-the woman who stole her heart and soul and hunted her in her dream world as well as the real world-expect the thirty-four year old, hadn’t a clue. Well, not yet, anyway.
But this, this, was something she’d never once dreamt about and yet, it was unfolding, right in front of her.
There stood, her former high school science teacher, Rodney McKay-wearing a pink tutu, with a tight-fitted dark t-shirt bearing the words: Fuck Me and a pain set of sneakers.
She snickered, wondering where the hell the rest of his Halloween costume went, perhaps it shrunk in wash. Well, if John had anything to do with it, then it definitely would have shrunk. That man couldn't work the washing machine to save his life.
Her eyes flickered toward the laughter: there slouched into the cream sofa wearing nothing-as usual, was football coach, John Sheppard.
A forced cough, startled the young woman, her eyes widened, her body froze as she realized she’d been caught out.
“See anything, you like?” asked a gentle and yet amused Scottish voice. “Rodney, bit of more than he could chew.”
Cadman smirked that was so typically Rodney like.
She turned around, her expression bearing that of innocence-as if this was something she did everyday-Well if Elizabeth was to walk around the house naked, then, then it would be something she’d do everyday.
“So, I’ll be right in guessing that the whole house is bombarded, with cameras?”
Carson chuckled, “Contrary to popular belief, Rodney really is camera shy.”
Laura snorted, wearing a ‘Whatever’ expression. “Are you, telling me that you’ve got no cameras in the entire house, whatsoever?”
“Yes. And I think it’s time, you left, missy.” A smirk blossomed on his lips. “After all, Elizabeth’s meeting has just finished and there’s no doubt that she’ll need a good rub-down and from what I can recall, your hands work wonders.”
Cadman darkened. “I don’t like her…like her.”
Carson winked. “No. Of course, not, luv. Why else would ye be blushing, if you didn’t fancy her?”
“I’ll be willing to pay top dollar. Once, you’ve made the dvd that is.”
Carson laughed, fully aware that Laura was trying to change the subject. “We’ll see, we’ll see. And you do know, that Elizabeth’s just started working-out at the gym?” he teased, before entering the house.
Title: This Time
Category: Angst
Challenge: 007Sound,au100 037-sound.
Word count: 208
Warning: Character deaths.
Summary: This time it’ll be different. This time he won’t fuck up.
This time, it’ll be different.
This time, he won’t fuck up.
This time, he’ll have his back.
This time, he’ll take the bullets.
This time, he’ll hear the bullet being fired.
This time, the bullet, will hit his abdomen and not John’s.
This time, he won’t remember the painful look across, John’s face as he realized he’d been hit.
This time, he won’t hear the cracking of his sulk as another bullet hits him.
This time, he won’t see several more bullets hit his back as he continues to fall to the ground in slow motion.
This time, he won’t be covered in John’s blood.
This time, they’ll have backup.
This time, the backup will arrive on time.
This time, Rodney won’t blame him, for John’s death.
This time…No. There isn’t a this time, this time-for he’ll continue to blame himself for John’s death.
This time, he’ll wake up to find that’s all been a mistake-which he’s been living in this nightmare for the past five months.
This time, he’ll awake with Rodney and John at his side, instead of alone.
This time, he won’t wake up.
This time, tomorrow, will never come.
This time-this time-everything will change-be different.
And this time, his pain will finally go away.
Title: The Unknown
Challenge: 010-touch,au100 Prompt: 038-tocuh
Category: Pre-slash
Word count: 401
Summary: John wasn’t fond of cats, especially, since he was bitten by Ms. Dorset's black cat at the mere age of seven.
John wasn’t fond of cats, especially, since he was bitten by Ms. Dorset's black cat at the mere age of seven.
“She’s harmless, John.” Rodney said, reassuringly.
Carson walked toward him, cradling Einstein, whilst rubbing her ear.
John took a few steps back. “Maybe next time,” he replied, raising his hands.
“All you’ve got to do is stroke her or rub her stomach. Einstein loves having her stomach rubbed. Don’t you?” he said, rubbing her stomach. “Yes, you do.” He added, being rewarded by a soft meow. “See?” He crocked his head in John’s direction.
“Trust you, to name your cat after, Einstein.”
A smirk broke out on John’s lips. Einstein jumped out of Carson’s grasp and walked toward, John.
John froze as the cat purred, rubbing her head, against his leg.
“She’s not humping you.”
John took a few steps back, “I wasn’t thinking that,” he growled.
“Sure, you weren’t,” Rodney teased. “And you know, if you’d like to see a perfect example of an animal humping a person, watch CSI New York. The dog episode, where one of the dogs started humping Aidan. Poor kid. She didn’t know what had hit her. My point, John is this-Einstein’s just being friendly….”
Carson laughed, John darkened.
“All she wants is for you to rub her stomach or behind her ear. Just touch her and it’ll be over, okay?”
John’s throat dried up: he closed his eyes, his hand began trembling as he went for Einstein, he touched her fur and than quickly pulled his hand back.
“What was that?” Rodney asked as he walked toward John and Einstein.
He grabbed hold of John’s hand. “This is how you do it,” he said, reassuringly as he began to stroke Einstein’s fur, with John’s hand. “See?” He glanced at the paled man. “There’s really nothing to it.”
John smiled weakly, his stomach churned as he mumbled, “Suppose,” Before he made his way, toward the kitchen to wash his hands.
“Do you think he’ll ever get over his phobia?”
Rodney shook his head. “I’d say it more of a dislike than phobia.”
Carson smiled faintly. “Slowly, but surely,” he said softly. “Especially, if he wants the full package. I mean you, me and Einstein equals full package.”
Rodney watched as Einstein ran toward into the hallway-no doubt towards the kitchen.
“And, I don’t mind waiting. Do you?”
Rodney’s eyes flickered toward the Scotsman. “Nope,”
Title: Whispers in the Wind.
Challenge: 035- (S) he said what?au100 088-He
Category: Pre-slash
Word count: 322
Summary: “So, is it true?” Rodney asked his expression, matched that of his tone- perplexed. “Is what true?” John asked his expression vacant.
A/N: Because in an ideal world, I’d own and live in Starbucks…and Lara Flynn Boyle would be with me...and she'd be gay, heh.
Scene: Starbucks
“So, is it true?” Rodney asked his expression, matched that of his tone- perplexed.
“Is what true?” John asked his expression vacant.
“That you’ve asked, Carson to y’know.”
A few moments of silence passed as John took a bite of his chocolate decadence cake. “Mmmmm.” He swallowed the piece of cake, before replying. “Excuse me?”
Rodney’s eyes flickered around; he leaned in closer, before speaking in a hushed tone. “To join us.”
John arched an eyebrow, “Join us? Join us for what?”
“What do you think?” he growled.
John smirked, looking at Rodney, with a look of pure innocence. “Coffee? Desert or breakfast?”
“John, this isn’t funny!” Rodney cried as the detective began laughing.
“Yes, it is,” he said, before becoming profound. “Would it be so bad, if he did?”
Rodney looked at him, searchingly-questioningly. “Are you serious? Why don’t we throw, Teyla in as well?!”
John smirked. “There’s only one person, who the rookie, will fuck. And, unless you’re tall, slender, blonde with sparkly blue eyes, a dashing smile and a set of breasts, than I’m afraid it’s out of the question.”
Rodney glared at him, John raised his hands. “You’re the one who asked.”
Rodney briefly, closed his eyes and counted silently to ten, before asking, “Do you want this? Do you really want this? Are you really prepared for the consequences, whatever they may be?”
John covered Rodney’s hand, with his own, “Rodney, if don’t-”
Rodney sighed. “I’ll do it. I’ll do it for, you. I’ll do it because I’m an idiot, who just happens to love you.”
John gazed at him, searchingly. “You’re certain?”
Rodney squeezed his hand, “Yes.” He grinned. “You can’t say I don’t love you.”
John leaned over, kissing the slightly older man, “I love you, too,” He mumbled, before pulling back.
John’s smile, widened: as he spotted Carson, walking toward them. “Oh and Rodney? Carson doesn’t know, yet.”
Rodney’s eyes widened. “What?”
Nice Guys Finish Last
Challenge: 013 Lostau100 083-Lost
Category: Established relationship
Word count: 260
Summary: ‘Nice guys finish last’ and for, Carson Beckett that was indeed the case.
‘Nice guys finish last’ and for, Carson Beckett that was indeed the case.
He had lost the bet and now, now he had to face the consequences.
He was never a gambling man, granted that he liked to bet, every now and again on the horses…but overall gambling wasn’t he thing.
And, when John and Rodney: asked him to join them and the girls for a fun night of poker, he saw no real harm. After all, what was the worst that could happen? He’d lose a couple hundred? Big deal. Little did he realize that it wasn’t just his money that he’d be losing.
So, what if the loser, had to have a forfeit? What was the worst forfeit? Streaking? Singing?
At first, he was on a roll, which is why he decided to raise the stakes-looking back that really wasn’t a wise move. But he chose to ignore his instinct, opting instead for his greed to overrule.
So it really was his fault and his fault alone that he now, found himself in this predicament. Of course, John and Elizabeth egging him on didn’t help matters-but nevertheless, Carson really is to blame for his own undoing.
But, as he looked reflectively into the mirrors, things could be worse. For example: the red mightn’t have suited him, mightn’t have brought out his eyes. The store mightn’t have had his size and he might not have found the heels comfortable. And he mightn’t look like a sexy drag queen, but now all he had to do was pull it off.
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard/Beckett, implied Weir/Cadman (blink and hopefully, you'll miss it).
Category: Established relationship and AU
Challenge: 006-sight also for
au100 Prompt: 040-sight Word count: 470
Summary: Twenty-three year old, law student, Laura Cadman stopped, abruptly in her tracks. She blinked a few times, wondering whether or not her mind was playing tricks on her.
Twenty-three year old, law student, Laura Cadman stopped, abruptly in her tracks. She blinked a few times, wondering whether or not her mind was playing tricks on her.
Her jaw dropped opened as she realized that this, this was anything but fantasy-not that she would want to fantasize about this. Her next door neighbor-Elizabeth Weir, on the other hand, was a completely different matter all together and she certainly wouldn’t mind her fantasizes about the business woman coming true. After all, she was, Elizabeth Weir-the woman who stole her heart and soul and hunted her in her dream world as well as the real world-expect the thirty-four year old, hadn’t a clue. Well, not yet, anyway.
But this, this, was something she’d never once dreamt about and yet, it was unfolding, right in front of her.
There stood, her former high school science teacher, Rodney McKay-wearing a pink tutu, with a tight-fitted dark t-shirt bearing the words: Fuck Me and a pain set of sneakers.
She snickered, wondering where the hell the rest of his Halloween costume went, perhaps it shrunk in wash. Well, if John had anything to do with it, then it definitely would have shrunk. That man couldn't work the washing machine to save his life.
Her eyes flickered toward the laughter: there slouched into the cream sofa wearing nothing-as usual, was football coach, John Sheppard.
A forced cough, startled the young woman, her eyes widened, her body froze as she realized she’d been caught out.
“See anything, you like?” asked a gentle and yet amused Scottish voice. “Rodney, bit of more than he could chew.”
Cadman smirked that was so typically Rodney like.
She turned around, her expression bearing that of innocence-as if this was something she did everyday-Well if Elizabeth was to walk around the house naked, then, then it would be something she’d do everyday.
“So, I’ll be right in guessing that the whole house is bombarded, with cameras?”
Carson chuckled, “Contrary to popular belief, Rodney really is camera shy.”
Laura snorted, wearing a ‘Whatever’ expression. “Are you, telling me that you’ve got no cameras in the entire house, whatsoever?”
“Yes. And I think it’s time, you left, missy.” A smirk blossomed on his lips. “After all, Elizabeth’s meeting has just finished and there’s no doubt that she’ll need a good rub-down and from what I can recall, your hands work wonders.”
Cadman darkened. “I don’t like her…like her.”
Carson winked. “No. Of course, not, luv. Why else would ye be blushing, if you didn’t fancy her?”
“I’ll be willing to pay top dollar. Once, you’ve made the dvd that is.”
Carson laughed, fully aware that Laura was trying to change the subject. “We’ll see, we’ll see. And you do know, that Elizabeth’s just started working-out at the gym?” he teased, before entering the house.
Title: This Time
Category: Angst
Challenge: 007Sound,
au100 037-sound. Word count: 208
Warning: Character deaths.
Summary: This time it’ll be different. This time he won’t fuck up.
This time, it’ll be different.
This time, he won’t fuck up.
This time, he’ll have his back.
This time, he’ll take the bullets.
This time, he’ll hear the bullet being fired.
This time, the bullet, will hit his abdomen and not John’s.
This time, he won’t remember the painful look across, John’s face as he realized he’d been hit.
This time, he won’t hear the cracking of his sulk as another bullet hits him.
This time, he won’t see several more bullets hit his back as he continues to fall to the ground in slow motion.
This time, he won’t be covered in John’s blood.
This time, they’ll have backup.
This time, the backup will arrive on time.
This time, Rodney won’t blame him, for John’s death.
This time…No. There isn’t a this time, this time-for he’ll continue to blame himself for John’s death.
This time, he’ll wake up to find that’s all been a mistake-which he’s been living in this nightmare for the past five months.
This time, he’ll awake with Rodney and John at his side, instead of alone.
This time, he won’t wake up.
This time, tomorrow, will never come.
This time-this time-everything will change-be different.
And this time, his pain will finally go away.
Title: The Unknown
Challenge: 010-touch,
au100 Prompt: 038-tocuh Category: Pre-slash
Word count: 401
Summary: John wasn’t fond of cats, especially, since he was bitten by Ms. Dorset's black cat at the mere age of seven.
John wasn’t fond of cats, especially, since he was bitten by Ms. Dorset's black cat at the mere age of seven.
“She’s harmless, John.” Rodney said, reassuringly.
Carson walked toward him, cradling Einstein, whilst rubbing her ear.
John took a few steps back. “Maybe next time,” he replied, raising his hands.
“All you’ve got to do is stroke her or rub her stomach. Einstein loves having her stomach rubbed. Don’t you?” he said, rubbing her stomach. “Yes, you do.” He added, being rewarded by a soft meow. “See?” He crocked his head in John’s direction.
“Trust you, to name your cat after, Einstein.”
A smirk broke out on John’s lips. Einstein jumped out of Carson’s grasp and walked toward, John.
John froze as the cat purred, rubbing her head, against his leg.
“She’s not humping you.”
John took a few steps back, “I wasn’t thinking that,” he growled.
“Sure, you weren’t,” Rodney teased. “And you know, if you’d like to see a perfect example of an animal humping a person, watch CSI New York. The dog episode, where one of the dogs started humping Aidan. Poor kid. She didn’t know what had hit her. My point, John is this-Einstein’s just being friendly….”
Carson laughed, John darkened.
“All she wants is for you to rub her stomach or behind her ear. Just touch her and it’ll be over, okay?”
John’s throat dried up: he closed his eyes, his hand began trembling as he went for Einstein, he touched her fur and than quickly pulled his hand back.
“What was that?” Rodney asked as he walked toward John and Einstein.
He grabbed hold of John’s hand. “This is how you do it,” he said, reassuringly as he began to stroke Einstein’s fur, with John’s hand. “See?” He glanced at the paled man. “There’s really nothing to it.”
John smiled weakly, his stomach churned as he mumbled, “Suppose,” Before he made his way, toward the kitchen to wash his hands.
“Do you think he’ll ever get over his phobia?”
Rodney shook his head. “I’d say it more of a dislike than phobia.”
Carson smiled faintly. “Slowly, but surely,” he said softly. “Especially, if he wants the full package. I mean you, me and Einstein equals full package.”
Rodney watched as Einstein ran toward into the hallway-no doubt towards the kitchen.
“And, I don’t mind waiting. Do you?”
Rodney’s eyes flickered toward the Scotsman. “Nope,”
Title: Whispers in the Wind.
Challenge: 035- (S) he said what?
au100 088-He Category: Pre-slash
Word count: 322
Summary: “So, is it true?” Rodney asked his expression, matched that of his tone- perplexed. “Is what true?” John asked his expression vacant.
A/N: Because in an ideal world, I’d own and live in Starbucks…and Lara Flynn Boyle would be with me...and she'd be gay, heh.
Scene: Starbucks
“So, is it true?” Rodney asked his expression, matched that of his tone- perplexed.
“Is what true?” John asked his expression vacant.
“That you’ve asked, Carson to y’know.”
A few moments of silence passed as John took a bite of his chocolate decadence cake. “Mmmmm.” He swallowed the piece of cake, before replying. “Excuse me?”
Rodney’s eyes flickered around; he leaned in closer, before speaking in a hushed tone. “To join us.”
John arched an eyebrow, “Join us? Join us for what?”
“What do you think?” he growled.
John smirked, looking at Rodney, with a look of pure innocence. “Coffee? Desert or breakfast?”
“John, this isn’t funny!” Rodney cried as the detective began laughing.
“Yes, it is,” he said, before becoming profound. “Would it be so bad, if he did?”
Rodney looked at him, searchingly-questioningly. “Are you serious? Why don’t we throw, Teyla in as well?!”
John smirked. “There’s only one person, who the rookie, will fuck. And, unless you’re tall, slender, blonde with sparkly blue eyes, a dashing smile and a set of breasts, than I’m afraid it’s out of the question.”
Rodney glared at him, John raised his hands. “You’re the one who asked.”
Rodney briefly, closed his eyes and counted silently to ten, before asking, “Do you want this? Do you really want this? Are you really prepared for the consequences, whatever they may be?”
John covered Rodney’s hand, with his own, “Rodney, if don’t-”
Rodney sighed. “I’ll do it. I’ll do it for, you. I’ll do it because I’m an idiot, who just happens to love you.”
John gazed at him, searchingly. “You’re certain?”
Rodney squeezed his hand, “Yes.” He grinned. “You can’t say I don’t love you.”
John leaned over, kissing the slightly older man, “I love you, too,” He mumbled, before pulling back.
John’s smile, widened: as he spotted Carson, walking toward them. “Oh and Rodney? Carson doesn’t know, yet.”
Rodney’s eyes widened. “What?”
Nice Guys Finish Last
Challenge: 013 Lost
au100 083-LostCategory: Established relationship
Word count: 260
Summary: ‘Nice guys finish last’ and for, Carson Beckett that was indeed the case.
‘Nice guys finish last’ and for, Carson Beckett that was indeed the case.
He had lost the bet and now, now he had to face the consequences.
He was never a gambling man, granted that he liked to bet, every now and again on the horses…but overall gambling wasn’t he thing.
And, when John and Rodney: asked him to join them and the girls for a fun night of poker, he saw no real harm. After all, what was the worst that could happen? He’d lose a couple hundred? Big deal. Little did he realize that it wasn’t just his money that he’d be losing.
So, what if the loser, had to have a forfeit? What was the worst forfeit? Streaking? Singing?
At first, he was on a roll, which is why he decided to raise the stakes-looking back that really wasn’t a wise move. But he chose to ignore his instinct, opting instead for his greed to overrule.
So it really was his fault and his fault alone that he now, found himself in this predicament. Of course, John and Elizabeth egging him on didn’t help matters-but nevertheless, Carson really is to blame for his own undoing.
But, as he looked reflectively into the mirrors, things could be worse. For example: the red mightn’t have suited him, mightn’t have brought out his eyes. The store mightn’t have had his size and he might not have found the heels comfortable. And he mightn’t look like a sexy drag queen, but now all he had to do was pull it off.