Noodles by FlatlandDan
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sga_flashficTitle: Noodles
Author: FlatlandDan
Length: 350 words
Challenge: Swimming/water
Category:Gen
Pairing: Sheppard/Weir...kinda.
Rating: PG
Summary: Sheppard swims. Badly.
No beta done. Sorry for all the spelling mistakes. Would you believe that this is one of about five I started for this challenge? Yes, I'm sure you all would....
John Sheppard swimming was one of the most satisfying things that she had ever seen. At the end of a long day she liked nothing more then watch his flounder between two piers, his legs acting like two independent units and his arms giving up periodically. He would make it less then half way across before he would do a little half drowning routine and struggle back.
She had felt guilty at first. It didn't seem right to spy on him from up on her balcony, giggling like a school girl. But then it had turned into a game, with him acknowledging and yelling in her general direction and her howling encouragement.
"You're almost half way Major Sheppard"
"God, don't you think my arms are aware of that?"
"What, those wet noodle things"
"Ha! You'll be loving them when we run out of rations"
"Are you suggesting we might resort of cannibalism?"
"No, I'm suggesting that these noodles might have a…gahh….water". And he was floundering again. She could only vaguely see his outline in the dusk.
"Why should I try to make it to the other side huh?" he bellowed. "You'll just be wanting me to swim back."
"You want some incentive?" Major Sheppard paused to tread water and think. He couldn't swim and think at the same time. He figured that trying to carry on a witty conversation was the main reason he couldn't swim the full distance.
"Yeah, you know what, I do want some incentive" he called up, a big grin spreading over his face. He looked up, sacrificing one of his arms to shield his eyes from the setting sun. As his head bobbed in and out of the water he watched as she pulled off her jacket, stepped over the railing, and dived. His eyes followed her as she slid into the soft waves and met hers as she came up laughing on the far side of the distance he had to swim.
"Come on John, you're almost there"
Watching Elizabeth Weir dive was one of the most satisfying things that he had ever seen.
Author: FlatlandDan
Length: 350 words
Challenge: Swimming/water
Category:Gen
Pairing: Sheppard/Weir...kinda.
Rating: PG
Summary: Sheppard swims. Badly.
No beta done. Sorry for all the spelling mistakes. Would you believe that this is one of about five I started for this challenge? Yes, I'm sure you all would....
John Sheppard swimming was one of the most satisfying things that she had ever seen. At the end of a long day she liked nothing more then watch his flounder between two piers, his legs acting like two independent units and his arms giving up periodically. He would make it less then half way across before he would do a little half drowning routine and struggle back.
She had felt guilty at first. It didn't seem right to spy on him from up on her balcony, giggling like a school girl. But then it had turned into a game, with him acknowledging and yelling in her general direction and her howling encouragement.
"You're almost half way Major Sheppard"
"God, don't you think my arms are aware of that?"
"What, those wet noodle things"
"Ha! You'll be loving them when we run out of rations"
"Are you suggesting we might resort of cannibalism?"
"No, I'm suggesting that these noodles might have a…gahh….water". And he was floundering again. She could only vaguely see his outline in the dusk.
"Why should I try to make it to the other side huh?" he bellowed. "You'll just be wanting me to swim back."
"You want some incentive?" Major Sheppard paused to tread water and think. He couldn't swim and think at the same time. He figured that trying to carry on a witty conversation was the main reason he couldn't swim the full distance.
"Yeah, you know what, I do want some incentive" he called up, a big grin spreading over his face. He looked up, sacrificing one of his arms to shield his eyes from the setting sun. As his head bobbed in and out of the water he watched as she pulled off her jacket, stepped over the railing, and dived. His eyes followed her as she slid into the soft waves and met hers as she came up laughing on the far side of the distance he had to swim.
"Come on John, you're almost there"
Watching Elizabeth Weir dive was one of the most satisfying things that he had ever seen.
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Date: 2005-08-17 05:17 pm (UTC)