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sga_flashficI apologise for posting yet again, but I found these on my HD back from the first day or two of the challenge. Figured they might as well be put up.
TITLE: Brisk Grace
SUMMARY: She will never blend into the crowd of women he has admired.
WORD COUNT: 228
Brisk Grace
He watches her move through the control room, a smile here, a greeting there, her voice rich and clear in his ears. There is a brisk grace to her stride, an elegance reminiscent of other women he has known, although she will never blend into the crowd of women he has admired. She is unique in her serenity, an island of calm competence among the hustle of Atlantis.
One hand rests lightly on Grodin's shoulder, a quick grip of approbation, and his insides curl as a smile shades the technician's neutral face and remains there, even once she turns to move on.
Kavanaugh intercepts her, and the guy is angry again. His gestures are sharp and his attitude intimidating, but she neither leans back nor gives way. Long arms fold across her chest, compacting her figure, and her posture takes on the slight angle of stubborn determination. Kavanaugh is sent away, unsatisfied with her answer.
Elizabeth stares into space a moment. Counting to ten, perhaps? Slender shoulders rise and fall with the deep breath she takes to regain her equilibrium, and then she turns. If her grace is now less pronounced, it's not quite lost.
Blue eyes ensnare him, trapping him in the act of watching. He gives her a brief, weak smile, then drops his gaze immediately; unwilling to continue the observation, unsolicited.
She is beautiful.
- fin -
TITLE: Stocky Strength
SUMMARY: He is a gentle man, and a gentleman.
WORD COUNT: 218
Stocky Strength
His hands are large, but they move with a deftness about his work. The broad shoulders hunch over his screenboard, as though he carries the weight of Atlantis on his shoulders.
In medical matters of Atlantis, maybe he does.
From the vantage point of the doorway, it's possible to watch the doctor at work. A gentle man and a gentleman, although not without his moments of pique and exasperation. He moves about his work with a doggedness that speaks of focus, but has a moment to smile at the assistant who brings her screenboard to him, asking a question about the tests they've run on the people in the city.
There is strength in the stocky frame, determination in the set of the jaw, and the apologetic sense of a man who is out of his depth and knows it, but is willing to try his best - when goaded to it.
He points something out, and the young woman exclaims in sudden understanding. He smiles broadly - the open response of a man who should never be asked to lie outright, and his gaze falls upon the figure standing in the doorway beyond.
Gazes meet and hold for a moment, but the connection is broken as she looks away, abashed to be caught staring.
It's not polite.
- fin -
NOTES: Yes, I deliberately left out whose POV each one is. Take your pick.
TITLE: Brisk Grace
SUMMARY: She will never blend into the crowd of women he has admired.
WORD COUNT: 228
Brisk Grace
He watches her move through the control room, a smile here, a greeting there, her voice rich and clear in his ears. There is a brisk grace to her stride, an elegance reminiscent of other women he has known, although she will never blend into the crowd of women he has admired. She is unique in her serenity, an island of calm competence among the hustle of Atlantis.
One hand rests lightly on Grodin's shoulder, a quick grip of approbation, and his insides curl as a smile shades the technician's neutral face and remains there, even once she turns to move on.
Kavanaugh intercepts her, and the guy is angry again. His gestures are sharp and his attitude intimidating, but she neither leans back nor gives way. Long arms fold across her chest, compacting her figure, and her posture takes on the slight angle of stubborn determination. Kavanaugh is sent away, unsatisfied with her answer.
Elizabeth stares into space a moment. Counting to ten, perhaps? Slender shoulders rise and fall with the deep breath she takes to regain her equilibrium, and then she turns. If her grace is now less pronounced, it's not quite lost.
Blue eyes ensnare him, trapping him in the act of watching. He gives her a brief, weak smile, then drops his gaze immediately; unwilling to continue the observation, unsolicited.
She is beautiful.
- fin -
TITLE: Stocky Strength
SUMMARY: He is a gentle man, and a gentleman.
WORD COUNT: 218
Stocky Strength
His hands are large, but they move with a deftness about his work. The broad shoulders hunch over his screenboard, as though he carries the weight of Atlantis on his shoulders.
In medical matters of Atlantis, maybe he does.
From the vantage point of the doorway, it's possible to watch the doctor at work. A gentle man and a gentleman, although not without his moments of pique and exasperation. He moves about his work with a doggedness that speaks of focus, but has a moment to smile at the assistant who brings her screenboard to him, asking a question about the tests they've run on the people in the city.
There is strength in the stocky frame, determination in the set of the jaw, and the apologetic sense of a man who is out of his depth and knows it, but is willing to try his best - when goaded to it.
He points something out, and the young woman exclaims in sudden understanding. He smiles broadly - the open response of a man who should never be asked to lie outright, and his gaze falls upon the figure standing in the doorway beyond.
Gazes meet and hold for a moment, but the connection is broken as she looks away, abashed to be caught staring.
It's not polite.
- fin -
NOTES: Yes, I deliberately left out whose POV each one is. Take your pick.