Closer and The Visit- 38 minutes
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sga_flashficTitle: Closer
Category: Angst
Challenge: 38 minutes
Rating: PG *snickers*
Word count: 411
Summary: She’d been hurt so many times in the past, opened her heart and her soul, only to be left with a broken heart.
A/N: Both fics had taken under half-an-hour.....I hope that's okay-please, don't shoot me, if it's not. Also for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
au100’s Weir/Teyla prompt:071-Broken.
She’d been hurt so many times in the past, opened her heart and her soul, only to be left with a broken heart.
Which was why, Teyla found it difficult to get close to Elizabeth.
She knew it was more to do with fear than anything-the fear of opening up, only to be shattered into a thousand pieces.
“Elizabeth?”
“Mmm?” Came the aloof reply.
She placed her fingers underneath Weir’s chin, forcing the older woman to face her, as she raised her chin. “What are you doing tonight?” she asked softly.
Weir’s gaze dropped onto the wooden table, as she took hold of the rookie cop’s fingers, removing them from underneath her chin.
Teyla, however, decided to take advantage of this situation-her fingers brushed against the diplomat’s. “I am not going to hurt you,” she whispered.
Weir’s eyes flickered up, she gazed searchingly at the rookie cop. “How can you say that? How can you make such a promise? In a few months, hell, possibly weeks, you’ll end up breaking the promise and I-I can’t-”
“I won’t hurt you, Elizabeth.”
Weir rubbed her brow, “Teyla-”
“I could never hurt you,” she said reassuringly.
Weir closed her eyes, Teyla squeezed her hands in reply, “It needn’t be a date. It could be two friends, merely eating out for dinner.”
Weir, smiled ruefully. “But you want more than friendship.”
“I do not mind waiting. After all, a promise is a promise, one I intend on keeping. Even if it takes weeks, months or years to prove to you, that I could never hurt you.”
Weir’s face crumbled, “Don’t-don’t do this, please.”
Teyla, gingerly ran her fingers over the diplomat’s face. “I could never hurt you. All I ask is, to open up, even if it is a small fraction: just enough, to allow me, to see the real you.”
Weir stood up. “I ought to get going. I’ve to meet Kate,” she mumbled.
Elizabeth began walking away, from the table, only for Teyla to peruse, as she once again grabbed Elizabeth’s hand, yanking her closer, before claiming her lips, “I will not hurt, you, Elizabeth.” She once again, reiterated her pervious words.
Weir pulled back, startled and perplexed. “You shouldn’t have done that.”
Teyla gazed at her desperately. “Elizabeth.”
“Please, don’t,” Weir pleaded, “Don’t make this harder than it already is.” Her voice cracked.
Teyla’s eyes closed, her shoulders sloughed, and her head, now lowered as she allowed Elizabeth to make her escape.
Title: The Visit
Pairing: Weir/Cadman
Rating: PG *snickers*
Challenge: 38 minutes
Word count: 609
Summary: Sometimes the best plans are always the ones, done on impulse.
A/N: Like all Weir/Cadman fics, this is yet again, written and dedicated for Jules.
Sometimes the best plans are always the ones, done on impulse.
Of course, there are reasons why clichés exist-in this case it’d be the cliché of: ‘Think before you act’. Of course, the clichés Laura always heard were the ones from her mother: ‘Without careful planning, without putting thought into our actions, the end result will be that of a consequence, greater than you could possibly imagine’. Okay, perhaps that was more to do with her lecturing than anything else.
Which was why, it wasn’t a wise idea, for her to remain froze to the spot, with her jaw ajar, and silent as the dead of night-no sound-no apology-not even a simple ‘hello’ or a lame ‘I’m lost’-nothing!
For standing in front of her: with unruly hair and wearing nothing but, a traditional dark red South African nightshirt (barely above her thighs), and a half-crooked smirk was the cause and effect of her sudden impulse.
Cadman knew she was gawking- which was the last thing she expected-but to continue to have remained silent?
Weir’s eyebrow rose, arching partially. “I don’t look that bad, do I?”
Suddenly, the floor seemed far more appealing; Cadman ducked her head as heat rushed toward her face.
“I’ll take that as a yes, than shall I?”
This was bad, this was very, very, bad. Of course, it certainly didn’t help, when her eyes ran back-and-forth down the diplomat’s legs-but Elizabeth didn’t notice and Cadman wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or infuriated-not that she wanted Weir to notice-okay, that’s a lie-maybe, just, maybe she wanted her to take notice-just a little bit.
“This is my causal nighttime look. I was thinking of going commando….” Weir joked: trying to lighten the mood-but ultimately failing.
Cadman’s eyes widened at the thought of seeing the older woman commando. She closed her eyes and began to inhale and exhale deeply-silently. Hoping and praying that she wouldn’t get panic attacks. And that Weir wouldn’t notice. Unfortunately, for her Elizabeth did notice. “Laura?”
Cadman wanted to smirk, but found she couldn’t. She couldn’t help being taken aback and surprised that Elizabeth knew her name. Laura had to admit that her name-Elizabeth’s that was, sounded exotic by itself and there had been times-too many times in fact, when she’d imagine calling her by, her given name-but of course, she couldn’t. After all, that wouldn’t be professional like, now, would it? And yet, there have been times, when she’d called the diplomat, by her given name-only to have woken up, aroused and unfilled. But that’s what you get, for having exotic dreams about the woman, who was put in charge of the city.
“Are you okay?” Weir paused, waiting to see whether or not the young cadet would response, when she didn’t Weir added, “You can say something, anything, even if it’s a syllable.”
Cadman turned into a darker shade of pink, “I’m sorry to have disturbed you from your sleep,” she finally said, her head still lowered.
Weir grabbed her hand, preventing her from leaving, “Are you okay?” she asked, again reiterating her pervious words.
Cadman tried ignoring the electrify feeling that just jolted through her system. Slowly, she raised her head.
“I don’t mean to sound like a broken old record here, but, that’s the third time I’ve asked, and you’ve yet to reply.”
Cadman, although, indecisive, certainly didn’t hesitate before acting upon her impulse.
She felt Elizabeth’s body freeze and tense up, in reply, to her kiss: which prompted her to pull back-well, she should have-and would’ve, but instead and to her amazement she felt Weir’s lips curve into a smirk as she pulled her closer, parting her lips.
Category: Angst
Challenge: 38 minutes
Rating: PG *snickers*
Word count: 411
Summary: She’d been hurt so many times in the past, opened her heart and her soul, only to be left with a broken heart.
A/N: Both fics had taken under half-an-hour.....I hope that's okay-please, don't shoot me, if it's not. Also for
au100’s Weir/Teyla prompt:071-Broken. She’d been hurt so many times in the past, opened her heart and her soul, only to be left with a broken heart.
Which was why, Teyla found it difficult to get close to Elizabeth.
She knew it was more to do with fear than anything-the fear of opening up, only to be shattered into a thousand pieces.
“Elizabeth?”
“Mmm?” Came the aloof reply.
She placed her fingers underneath Weir’s chin, forcing the older woman to face her, as she raised her chin. “What are you doing tonight?” she asked softly.
Weir’s gaze dropped onto the wooden table, as she took hold of the rookie cop’s fingers, removing them from underneath her chin.
Teyla, however, decided to take advantage of this situation-her fingers brushed against the diplomat’s. “I am not going to hurt you,” she whispered.
Weir’s eyes flickered up, she gazed searchingly at the rookie cop. “How can you say that? How can you make such a promise? In a few months, hell, possibly weeks, you’ll end up breaking the promise and I-I can’t-”
“I won’t hurt you, Elizabeth.”
Weir rubbed her brow, “Teyla-”
“I could never hurt you,” she said reassuringly.
Weir closed her eyes, Teyla squeezed her hands in reply, “It needn’t be a date. It could be two friends, merely eating out for dinner.”
Weir, smiled ruefully. “But you want more than friendship.”
“I do not mind waiting. After all, a promise is a promise, one I intend on keeping. Even if it takes weeks, months or years to prove to you, that I could never hurt you.”
Weir’s face crumbled, “Don’t-don’t do this, please.”
Teyla, gingerly ran her fingers over the diplomat’s face. “I could never hurt you. All I ask is, to open up, even if it is a small fraction: just enough, to allow me, to see the real you.”
Weir stood up. “I ought to get going. I’ve to meet Kate,” she mumbled.
Elizabeth began walking away, from the table, only for Teyla to peruse, as she once again grabbed Elizabeth’s hand, yanking her closer, before claiming her lips, “I will not hurt, you, Elizabeth.” She once again, reiterated her pervious words.
Weir pulled back, startled and perplexed. “You shouldn’t have done that.”
Teyla gazed at her desperately. “Elizabeth.”
“Please, don’t,” Weir pleaded, “Don’t make this harder than it already is.” Her voice cracked.
Teyla’s eyes closed, her shoulders sloughed, and her head, now lowered as she allowed Elizabeth to make her escape.
Title: The Visit
Pairing: Weir/Cadman
Rating: PG *snickers*
Challenge: 38 minutes
Word count: 609
Summary: Sometimes the best plans are always the ones, done on impulse.
A/N: Like all Weir/Cadman fics, this is yet again, written and dedicated for Jules.
Sometimes the best plans are always the ones, done on impulse.
Of course, there are reasons why clichés exist-in this case it’d be the cliché of: ‘Think before you act’. Of course, the clichés Laura always heard were the ones from her mother: ‘Without careful planning, without putting thought into our actions, the end result will be that of a consequence, greater than you could possibly imagine’. Okay, perhaps that was more to do with her lecturing than anything else.
Which was why, it wasn’t a wise idea, for her to remain froze to the spot, with her jaw ajar, and silent as the dead of night-no sound-no apology-not even a simple ‘hello’ or a lame ‘I’m lost’-nothing!
For standing in front of her: with unruly hair and wearing nothing but, a traditional dark red South African nightshirt (barely above her thighs), and a half-crooked smirk was the cause and effect of her sudden impulse.
Cadman knew she was gawking- which was the last thing she expected-but to continue to have remained silent?
Weir’s eyebrow rose, arching partially. “I don’t look that bad, do I?”
Suddenly, the floor seemed far more appealing; Cadman ducked her head as heat rushed toward her face.
“I’ll take that as a yes, than shall I?”
This was bad, this was very, very, bad. Of course, it certainly didn’t help, when her eyes ran back-and-forth down the diplomat’s legs-but Elizabeth didn’t notice and Cadman wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or infuriated-not that she wanted Weir to notice-okay, that’s a lie-maybe, just, maybe she wanted her to take notice-just a little bit.
“This is my causal nighttime look. I was thinking of going commando….” Weir joked: trying to lighten the mood-but ultimately failing.
Cadman’s eyes widened at the thought of seeing the older woman commando. She closed her eyes and began to inhale and exhale deeply-silently. Hoping and praying that she wouldn’t get panic attacks. And that Weir wouldn’t notice. Unfortunately, for her Elizabeth did notice. “Laura?”
Cadman wanted to smirk, but found she couldn’t. She couldn’t help being taken aback and surprised that Elizabeth knew her name. Laura had to admit that her name-Elizabeth’s that was, sounded exotic by itself and there had been times-too many times in fact, when she’d imagine calling her by, her given name-but of course, she couldn’t. After all, that wouldn’t be professional like, now, would it? And yet, there have been times, when she’d called the diplomat, by her given name-only to have woken up, aroused and unfilled. But that’s what you get, for having exotic dreams about the woman, who was put in charge of the city.
“Are you okay?” Weir paused, waiting to see whether or not the young cadet would response, when she didn’t Weir added, “You can say something, anything, even if it’s a syllable.”
Cadman turned into a darker shade of pink, “I’m sorry to have disturbed you from your sleep,” she finally said, her head still lowered.
Weir grabbed her hand, preventing her from leaving, “Are you okay?” she asked, again reiterating her pervious words.
Cadman tried ignoring the electrify feeling that just jolted through her system. Slowly, she raised her head.
“I don’t mean to sound like a broken old record here, but, that’s the third time I’ve asked, and you’ve yet to reply.”
Cadman, although, indecisive, certainly didn’t hesitate before acting upon her impulse.
She felt Elizabeth’s body freeze and tense up, in reply, to her kiss: which prompted her to pull back-well, she should have-and would’ve, but instead and to her amazement she felt Weir’s lips curve into a smirk as she pulled her closer, parting her lips.