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sga_flashfic2005-04-21 02:40 pm
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Darkness Challenge- An Informed Opinion, by Rokeon
Title: An Informed Opinion
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Notes: The first of two possible futures- this is the good one. My first non-Sheppard POV.
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Summary: Elizabeth knows a lot of things.
It's like a twisted, funhouse mirror distortion of the aftermath of the Wraith siege: bodies littering the balconies and piers, the city itself eerily empty. The only thing wrong with the picture is the lack of sweaty, bloody BDUs; dress for the day is swimsuits and sunscreen.
There's just a skeleton crew still on duty, every one of them champing at the bit for their own turn outside. A few minutes ago she caught John doing a double-take as he finally noticed the strap of the bright green halter top Lieutenant Davis is wearing under her uniform jacket. It may be hot now, but she's obviously not planning on wasting time to change after her shift ends.
John's wearing his jacket, too. He muttered something she didn't quite catch when she asked him about it, but she thinks she knows the reason anyway. He's going for concealment, the same as the lieutenant, and he's succeeding about as well. There are some sins military issue clothing just isn't meant to hide.
Elizabeth wouldn't call herself an expert, but she has some experience with hickeys. Since this expedition began she's also gotten an unwanted but comprehensive education in the way John Sheppard bruises, so it's her informed opinion that the bite on his neck is about three days old. That puts it on the day they finally pinned down the weather forecast, or more likely the night after the day that everyone spent celebrating the imminent end of the rainy season that had swept out of nowhere a month before.
She thought Rodney seemed uncharacteristically relaxed during their last meeting.
Last week the teams finished their initial sweep of the city, establishing if nothing else that at least there aren't any more plagues lurking behind unopened doors. Next on the to-do list is a more thorough survey, hopefully one that can begin to identify rooms and inventory their contents. Once they get an idea of what's out there she knows she'll get to listen to every single scientist in the city argue over whose project is most important and whose unidentified device needs to be examined first. She can hardly wait.
One of the teams reported something that caught her attention, though, a small structure on one of the more distant piers that at first glance appeared uncannily like a jacuzzi. She'll mention it to John toward the end of the shift, confess that she's looking for a place she can get some private time for herself and ask him to do her the favor of checking it out. She'll apologize for asking him to give up his own time off, he'll insist that she works too hard and it's the least he can do. He'll even drag Rodney along to make sure there's nothing dangerous. They'll want to be thorough, of course, so the inspection will probably take several hours.
She's not sure how they've convinced themselves of it, but they really do think she doesn't know.
Author:
rokeonNotes: The first of two possible futures- this is the good one. My first non-Sheppard POV.
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Summary: Elizabeth knows a lot of things.
It's like a twisted, funhouse mirror distortion of the aftermath of the Wraith siege: bodies littering the balconies and piers, the city itself eerily empty. The only thing wrong with the picture is the lack of sweaty, bloody BDUs; dress for the day is swimsuits and sunscreen.
There's just a skeleton crew still on duty, every one of them champing at the bit for their own turn outside. A few minutes ago she caught John doing a double-take as he finally noticed the strap of the bright green halter top Lieutenant Davis is wearing under her uniform jacket. It may be hot now, but she's obviously not planning on wasting time to change after her shift ends.
John's wearing his jacket, too. He muttered something she didn't quite catch when she asked him about it, but she thinks she knows the reason anyway. He's going for concealment, the same as the lieutenant, and he's succeeding about as well. There are some sins military issue clothing just isn't meant to hide.
Elizabeth wouldn't call herself an expert, but she has some experience with hickeys. Since this expedition began she's also gotten an unwanted but comprehensive education in the way John Sheppard bruises, so it's her informed opinion that the bite on his neck is about three days old. That puts it on the day they finally pinned down the weather forecast, or more likely the night after the day that everyone spent celebrating the imminent end of the rainy season that had swept out of nowhere a month before.
She thought Rodney seemed uncharacteristically relaxed during their last meeting.
Last week the teams finished their initial sweep of the city, establishing if nothing else that at least there aren't any more plagues lurking behind unopened doors. Next on the to-do list is a more thorough survey, hopefully one that can begin to identify rooms and inventory their contents. Once they get an idea of what's out there she knows she'll get to listen to every single scientist in the city argue over whose project is most important and whose unidentified device needs to be examined first. She can hardly wait.
One of the teams reported something that caught her attention, though, a small structure on one of the more distant piers that at first glance appeared uncannily like a jacuzzi. She'll mention it to John toward the end of the shift, confess that she's looking for a place she can get some private time for herself and ask him to do her the favor of checking it out. She'll apologize for asking him to give up his own time off, he'll insist that she works too hard and it's the least he can do. He'll even drag Rodney along to make sure there's nothing dangerous. They'll want to be thorough, of course, so the inspection will probably take several hours.
She's not sure how they've convinced themselves of it, but they really do think she doesn't know.
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Brillent, love how she knows their 'insepction' will take hours.
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Ha!
I can just picture Elizabeth in my head as she thinks this.
Brilliant!
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I'm glad she finds it entertaining to give them excuses for romantic getaways ;) poor clueless boys
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Glad you liked it!
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Glad you liked it!
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Lovely fic.
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Glad you liked it.
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Oh and: He'll even drag Rodney along to make sure there's nothing dangerous. They'll want to be thorough, of course, so the inspection will probably take several hours.
What sense of duty... I am all agog. :D
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Glad you liked it.
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Hee. I like that the boys are clueless to the fact that others have clued in. *g*
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Since this expedition began she's also gotten an unwanted but comprehensive education in the way John Sheppard bruises, so it's her informed opinion that the bite on his neck is about three days old.
That, in particular, was great. Is it wrong that I love how John repeatedly gets damaged? *g*
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*loves your icon*
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Thank you. I totally stole it (with permission) off an SGA icon community. *g* I've been too lazy to hunt down graphics and make my own. *points at matching Rodney icon*
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I love how you have Elizabeth spot-on here-- The dryness mixed with tongue-in-cheek-- and the jacuzzi bit! Hee. And I love how you have an undercurrent of darkness laced in the beginning, mostly covered in humor by the end, but it's very much like the show. Needless to say, I enjoyed this. Inspection, indeed...
PS. OT-- I just noticed on your user-info that you have "Zombie-Roke" as your name, and wondered what made you choose that? (I just ask, because as far as I know, the actual surname Roke isn't very widespread.)
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