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sga_flashficTitle: Transition
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lilac_way
Pairing: implied McKay/Sheppard, McKay/Sheppard/Weir
Rating: R for language
Wordcount: 1,101
Summary: Breakups are bad, but the transition guy can be kind of fun.
Notes: My maiden flashfic voyage. Be kind.
Elizabeth took a last look at the man in the picture and flung the whole thing, frame and all, over the balcony and into the sea below.
She hadn’t said a word when Simon told her there was someone else. She simply turned away, held back the tears, and then quietly packed her things and left. No screaming recrimination, no weeping, no “how could you wait this long to tell me!” Sometimes it was very trying to be the responsible adult.
Elizabeth wished herself back in high school or even college. She wanted to gather up a bunch of her girlfriends and cruise in her dad’s car. She wanted to blast some angry breakup music on the radio and sing along at the top of her lungs.
She wanted a resolution to the relationship that was loud and satisfying.
Who was she kidding? She really wanted to get laid. The need to do something, to do someone, was hovering over her skin like static electricity.
She wanted to get gloriously fucked, and celebrate her freedom with a mind-bending orgasm – the ripples of which would travel across the Pegasus Galaxy back to earth, waking Simon in his bed, with his someone else. And he would somehow know that Elizabeth was lost to him forever, this time by her own choice.
She thought about pulling on the one skirt she brought with her to Atlantis, pairing it with her best pair of knock-me-down-and-fuck-me heels…
She really needed a cup of coffee.
Elizabeth entered the mess and spied John and Rodney at a table in the corner. John had his arm casually slung across the back of Rodney’s chair, and Rodney was leaning into John’s space, talking and gesturing. Whatever was going on with them had started on the Daedalus, after they returned from saving the ship. Prior to that they had been thick as thieves – she grinned In memory of the two of them running about the Daedalus like the Hardy boys – but since that particular point there was something more going on.
She may have been singularly unable to read Simon, but she could read John and Rodney like a picture book.
Elizabeth collected her coffee and approached their table “Gentlemen, may I join you?”
At their assent, she sat down. Rodney lifted one corner of his mouth in welcome and backed away a bit from John. John, whom she was fairly certain knew that she knew there was something… Well, he just grinned, and didn’t remove his arm from the back of Rodney’s chair.
“Elizabeth! What brings you to the mess this late at night?” Rodney asked.
“An orgasm” she replied, demurely sipping her coffee.
John choked on his own coffee, practiced charm abruptly transformed to shock, accompanied by hacking coughs and tearing eyes. Rodney stared at Elizabeth in disbelief and amusement, thumping John unhelpfully on the back.
“Are they serving those here now? How did I miss mine?”
John caught his breath and rolled his eyes at Rodney. “Don’t mince words, Elizabeth, tell us what you really want.” He leaned forward across the table. “What brought on this sudden need for uh… gratification?”
“A bad break up. I want to clear him out of my mind through great sex with someone else.”
She waited for their puzzled expressions to clear. “What? Isn’t that how you guys move past failed relationships? Casual sex?”
John tapped the handle of his coffee mug thoughtfully with his finger. “I’ve generally found that it is the great casual sex with someone else that causes the break up in the first place.”
Rodney snorted. “Thank you very much for that startling input, Colonel.” He eyed Elizabeth curiously. “I thought women handled break-ups differently. Shouldn’t you be collecting Kate Heightmeyer and Teyla for a slumber party involving ice cream and sad movies…” Rodney’s eyes glazed over. “And you three could do each other’s hair…” His fingers fashioned an imaginary braid in front of him as his voice faded out.
“Yeah,” John added in a low voice. “And that pretty nurse of Carson’s. She has really great hair – it’d look good in braids.”
Both men gazed past Elizabeth in silent contemplation.
Elizabeth thumped her mug hard on the table to regain their attention. “No, I haven’t taken that particular recovery route since college. But I suppose if I followed through on your fantasy, I would get my orgasm.”
“Ah” both men murmured, getting distracted again.
“So, Rodney. Tell me – what did you do after the end of your last relationship?” Elizabeth smiled slyly, wondering what answer she would get.
“What end? It hasn’t ended – has it?” Rodney looked at John with a frission of alarm.
John fixed him with a rather pointed stare.
“Oh. Yes. Well.” Rodney folded his hands together on the table and recited tonelessly “Last relationship. I almost killed one of her friends with the Stargate and she got me sent to Russia. No vengeful orgasms involved.”
Elizabeth hid her smile in her coffee cup. She’d read that particular SG report when Rodney was recalled from Russia. “And you John?”
He smirked and leaned his chair back in his chair. “I was stationed at McMurdo. Automatic deep freeze of relations in both the literal and figurative senses.”
Elizabeth eyed them speculatively, wondering if it was worth baiting them to get any information. Probably not. John was master of the blank stare, and while Rodney was easier to read, he did have a fair bit of skill at dissembling.
“Gentlemen, if you will excuse me, I’m heading back to my empty bed, quest unfulfilled.” She rose from her chair and looked at them, letting her eyes linger first on Rodney, and then on John.
“I’ll just let you two get back to your evening plans.” She let the last two words roll off of her tongue.
Rodney’s expression sharpened as he gazed at her, and he turned to look at John. John continued to look at her calmly, though he seemed to consider the tone of her words.
As Elizabeth turned to leave, she saw John turn his eyes to Rodney. The two of them appeared to come to a silent accord, and she wasn’t very surprised when they fell in step beside her.
John took her arm. “I know we aren’t your college girlfriends, but Rodney and I were thinking of having a slumber party. We wonder if you would like to come?” Slightest emphasis on the last word.
Elizabeth rolled her eyes at the lame double entendre, but hooked her arm through Rodney’s on the other side all the same.
She gave each man a wicked grin. “I’d love to. I’m sure it would be very gratifying.”
Author:
lilac_wayPairing: implied McKay/Sheppard, McKay/Sheppard/Weir
Rating: R for language
Wordcount: 1,101
Summary: Breakups are bad, but the transition guy can be kind of fun.
Notes: My maiden flashfic voyage. Be kind.
Elizabeth took a last look at the man in the picture and flung the whole thing, frame and all, over the balcony and into the sea below.
She hadn’t said a word when Simon told her there was someone else. She simply turned away, held back the tears, and then quietly packed her things and left. No screaming recrimination, no weeping, no “how could you wait this long to tell me!” Sometimes it was very trying to be the responsible adult.
Elizabeth wished herself back in high school or even college. She wanted to gather up a bunch of her girlfriends and cruise in her dad’s car. She wanted to blast some angry breakup music on the radio and sing along at the top of her lungs.
She wanted a resolution to the relationship that was loud and satisfying.
Who was she kidding? She really wanted to get laid. The need to do something, to do someone, was hovering over her skin like static electricity.
She wanted to get gloriously fucked, and celebrate her freedom with a mind-bending orgasm – the ripples of which would travel across the Pegasus Galaxy back to earth, waking Simon in his bed, with his someone else. And he would somehow know that Elizabeth was lost to him forever, this time by her own choice.
She thought about pulling on the one skirt she brought with her to Atlantis, pairing it with her best pair of knock-me-down-and-fuck-me heels…
She really needed a cup of coffee.
Elizabeth entered the mess and spied John and Rodney at a table in the corner. John had his arm casually slung across the back of Rodney’s chair, and Rodney was leaning into John’s space, talking and gesturing. Whatever was going on with them had started on the Daedalus, after they returned from saving the ship. Prior to that they had been thick as thieves – she grinned In memory of the two of them running about the Daedalus like the Hardy boys – but since that particular point there was something more going on.
She may have been singularly unable to read Simon, but she could read John and Rodney like a picture book.
Elizabeth collected her coffee and approached their table “Gentlemen, may I join you?”
At their assent, she sat down. Rodney lifted one corner of his mouth in welcome and backed away a bit from John. John, whom she was fairly certain knew that she knew there was something… Well, he just grinned, and didn’t remove his arm from the back of Rodney’s chair.
“Elizabeth! What brings you to the mess this late at night?” Rodney asked.
“An orgasm” she replied, demurely sipping her coffee.
John choked on his own coffee, practiced charm abruptly transformed to shock, accompanied by hacking coughs and tearing eyes. Rodney stared at Elizabeth in disbelief and amusement, thumping John unhelpfully on the back.
“Are they serving those here now? How did I miss mine?”
John caught his breath and rolled his eyes at Rodney. “Don’t mince words, Elizabeth, tell us what you really want.” He leaned forward across the table. “What brought on this sudden need for uh… gratification?”
“A bad break up. I want to clear him out of my mind through great sex with someone else.”
She waited for their puzzled expressions to clear. “What? Isn’t that how you guys move past failed relationships? Casual sex?”
John tapped the handle of his coffee mug thoughtfully with his finger. “I’ve generally found that it is the great casual sex with someone else that causes the break up in the first place.”
Rodney snorted. “Thank you very much for that startling input, Colonel.” He eyed Elizabeth curiously. “I thought women handled break-ups differently. Shouldn’t you be collecting Kate Heightmeyer and Teyla for a slumber party involving ice cream and sad movies…” Rodney’s eyes glazed over. “And you three could do each other’s hair…” His fingers fashioned an imaginary braid in front of him as his voice faded out.
“Yeah,” John added in a low voice. “And that pretty nurse of Carson’s. She has really great hair – it’d look good in braids.”
Both men gazed past Elizabeth in silent contemplation.
Elizabeth thumped her mug hard on the table to regain their attention. “No, I haven’t taken that particular recovery route since college. But I suppose if I followed through on your fantasy, I would get my orgasm.”
“Ah” both men murmured, getting distracted again.
“So, Rodney. Tell me – what did you do after the end of your last relationship?” Elizabeth smiled slyly, wondering what answer she would get.
“What end? It hasn’t ended – has it?” Rodney looked at John with a frission of alarm.
John fixed him with a rather pointed stare.
“Oh. Yes. Well.” Rodney folded his hands together on the table and recited tonelessly “Last relationship. I almost killed one of her friends with the Stargate and she got me sent to Russia. No vengeful orgasms involved.”
Elizabeth hid her smile in her coffee cup. She’d read that particular SG report when Rodney was recalled from Russia. “And you John?”
He smirked and leaned his chair back in his chair. “I was stationed at McMurdo. Automatic deep freeze of relations in both the literal and figurative senses.”
Elizabeth eyed them speculatively, wondering if it was worth baiting them to get any information. Probably not. John was master of the blank stare, and while Rodney was easier to read, he did have a fair bit of skill at dissembling.
“Gentlemen, if you will excuse me, I’m heading back to my empty bed, quest unfulfilled.” She rose from her chair and looked at them, letting her eyes linger first on Rodney, and then on John.
“I’ll just let you two get back to your evening plans.” She let the last two words roll off of her tongue.
Rodney’s expression sharpened as he gazed at her, and he turned to look at John. John continued to look at her calmly, though he seemed to consider the tone of her words.
As Elizabeth turned to leave, she saw John turn his eyes to Rodney. The two of them appeared to come to a silent accord, and she wasn’t very surprised when they fell in step beside her.
John took her arm. “I know we aren’t your college girlfriends, but Rodney and I were thinking of having a slumber party. We wonder if you would like to come?” Slightest emphasis on the last word.
Elizabeth rolled her eyes at the lame double entendre, but hooked her arm through Rodney’s on the other side all the same.
She gave each man a wicked grin. “I’d love to. I’m sure it would be very gratifying.”
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Date: 2006-01-18 05:22 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-01-18 05:25 am (UTC)And then we watched videos, and then we drank some wine, and then we laughed about the videos and then we decided not to go to bed yet...
RMcK: That is so. So. Dull.
LOL!!
:-) xx
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Date: 2006-01-18 05:28 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-01-18 05:32 am (UTC)Lol!
:-) xx