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sga_flashficTITLE: Hunter in a Deerfringe Skirt
AUTHOR: Tielan
CHALLENGE: Harlequin challenge at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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PAIRING: John Sheppard/Teyla Emmagen
NOTES: These challenges crack me up - even just reading the blurbs, they're classic! Sorry for any historical/geographical inaccuracies that offend!
From the moment John Sheppard lays eyes on Teyla of the Emmagen, he knows he is in trouble. Not only is the young Indian woman an accomplished warrior, she is also a challenge and a mystery - two things that the Major cannot resist. But what secrets does she hide from him as she guides him and his men through the mountains? And does he dare lose his heart to this woman who might as well come from another world?
Hunter In A Deerfringe Skirt
[John/Teyla]
The faintest rustle of grass heralded the arrival of John's second-in-command.
"Major, the new Indian guide has arrived."
He glanced over his shoulder at the young man whose dark eyes automatically flickered down towards the army in the valley below. "Then send him in."
The young negro's mouth quirked in dry humour. "Uh, there's a problem with that, Major."
John slipped back from the ridge into the forest with a grimace.
Problems were nothing new to him. Life was in the habit of dumping problems in his lap - then laughing uproariously as John tried to deal with it all.
Two years ago, he'd been wooing a young woman who turned heads with her looks, then dropping jaws with her bluestocking opinions. While he'd had considerably competition for the young lady's hand, he'd thought he'd been in with a chance - until the telegram came from an old commander and family friend, hinting at troubled times in the south. John had gone from being the Eastern-educated son of wealthy Western ranchers, to the commander of a reconnaisance group down among Confederate lines.
A year ago, he'd heard that Miss Elizabeth Weir of Boston, had become engaged to Simon Wallis of Baltimore, a prudent and sensible match, also rumoured to be one of love.
As he strode through the woodlands, John savagely reflected on the vagaries of fate. But for the General's call, he would not have joined this war. But for the General's request, the name being engraved on wedding invitations, even now, might have been his alongside Elizabeth's.
And, but for the General's foresight, the damage in the south might have been considerably worse.
John and his men had provided valuable information as to the troop numbers and positioning of many an army in this area. They'd acted as spies and informants, as a tourniquet - squeezing tight to minimise the damage - but that didn't change that the damage was bad.
He slipped into their cold camp, closely followed by Ford. "Bates? What's the troub--?"
Then he saw what the trouble was.
Five feet, nine inches of tan-skinned, sleekly-curved Indian trouble - the kind of trouble that would steal a man's breath with one fiery glance from dark eyes. Not pretty in the conventional way of society women back East, but beautiful in the raw, untamed wildness that John sensed lurked beneath the deceptively quiet surface.
Exquisitely beautiful trouble standing in his camp, her feet planted as though for battle, and her hands clenching two sticks that - and furious at the watch of four men standing guard over her.
"You are the leader here?" It was as much a challenge as a question.
His eyes narrowed at her tone. "That would be me."
"Your men's manners leave much to be desired." She was fluent in English - and more than fluent. She wielded words like weapons, the timbre of her voice like a whip, poised to flay skin from muscle.
John didn't like the tone this miss was taking with him. "They're not the ones who walked into our camp without so much as an invitation," he said harshly. "We tend to take objection to that."
"I have an invitation," she said. "You desired a guide from the Emmagen to take you through the mountains. I am that guide."
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FEEDBACK: Makes the muse a happy camper!
AUTHOR: Tielan
CHALLENGE: Harlequin challenge at
sga_flashficPAIRING: John Sheppard/Teyla Emmagen
NOTES: These challenges crack me up - even just reading the blurbs, they're classic! Sorry for any historical/geographical inaccuracies that offend!
From the moment John Sheppard lays eyes on Teyla of the Emmagen, he knows he is in trouble. Not only is the young Indian woman an accomplished warrior, she is also a challenge and a mystery - two things that the Major cannot resist. But what secrets does she hide from him as she guides him and his men through the mountains? And does he dare lose his heart to this woman who might as well come from another world?
Hunter In A Deerfringe Skirt
[John/Teyla]
The faintest rustle of grass heralded the arrival of John's second-in-command.
"Major, the new Indian guide has arrived."
He glanced over his shoulder at the young man whose dark eyes automatically flickered down towards the army in the valley below. "Then send him in."
The young negro's mouth quirked in dry humour. "Uh, there's a problem with that, Major."
John slipped back from the ridge into the forest with a grimace.
Problems were nothing new to him. Life was in the habit of dumping problems in his lap - then laughing uproariously as John tried to deal with it all.
Two years ago, he'd been wooing a young woman who turned heads with her looks, then dropping jaws with her bluestocking opinions. While he'd had considerably competition for the young lady's hand, he'd thought he'd been in with a chance - until the telegram came from an old commander and family friend, hinting at troubled times in the south. John had gone from being the Eastern-educated son of wealthy Western ranchers, to the commander of a reconnaisance group down among Confederate lines.
A year ago, he'd heard that Miss Elizabeth Weir of Boston, had become engaged to Simon Wallis of Baltimore, a prudent and sensible match, also rumoured to be one of love.
As he strode through the woodlands, John savagely reflected on the vagaries of fate. But for the General's call, he would not have joined this war. But for the General's request, the name being engraved on wedding invitations, even now, might have been his alongside Elizabeth's.
And, but for the General's foresight, the damage in the south might have been considerably worse.
John and his men had provided valuable information as to the troop numbers and positioning of many an army in this area. They'd acted as spies and informants, as a tourniquet - squeezing tight to minimise the damage - but that didn't change that the damage was bad.
He slipped into their cold camp, closely followed by Ford. "Bates? What's the troub--?"
Then he saw what the trouble was.
Five feet, nine inches of tan-skinned, sleekly-curved Indian trouble - the kind of trouble that would steal a man's breath with one fiery glance from dark eyes. Not pretty in the conventional way of society women back East, but beautiful in the raw, untamed wildness that John sensed lurked beneath the deceptively quiet surface.
Exquisitely beautiful trouble standing in his camp, her feet planted as though for battle, and her hands clenching two sticks that - and furious at the watch of four men standing guard over her.
"You are the leader here?" It was as much a challenge as a question.
His eyes narrowed at her tone. "That would be me."
"Your men's manners leave much to be desired." She was fluent in English - and more than fluent. She wielded words like weapons, the timbre of her voice like a whip, poised to flay skin from muscle.
John didn't like the tone this miss was taking with him. "They're not the ones who walked into our camp without so much as an invitation," he said harshly. "We tend to take objection to that."
"I have an invitation," she said. "You desired a guide from the Emmagen to take you through the mountains. I am that guide."
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Date: 2005-09-17 02:46 pm (UTC)>As he strode through the woodlands, John savagely reflected on the vagaries of fate.<
:falls over laughing again:
Oh, man, you nailed the tone.
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Date: 2005-09-17 03:59 pm (UTC)(and your Weir/Dex pairing is intriguing...)
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Date: 2005-09-17 05:20 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-17 10:09 pm (UTC)And it's so fun...
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Date: 2005-09-18 12:38 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-18 12:51 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-18 01:50 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2005-09-19 09:59 pm (UTC)Ooh!
Date: 2005-09-26 07:04 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-10-17 05:23 pm (UTC)Hunter in a Deerfringe Skirt Fic.
Date: 2005-12-09 07:20 pm (UTC)