Wednesday, August 6th, 2008 10:14 am
i am disturbed
Okay, now today feels like a Monday.
Also, I am suddenly--and let me say ridiculously--jonesing for babyfic. This could be the fact that having two family members below the age of six months is affecting hormonal surges, but I want babyfic. And no, not like, normal domestic babyfic, no. I want angsty babyfic that involves kidnapping and crossing international and/or intergalactic borders and I don't know, some kind of explosion somewhere in there. Maybe with a war. I have no idea. And I want it to be very long. And you know, while I'm at it, I want Godiva on my desk right now.
Oh, this can't end well. It just can't.
I really wish I had better news than watching some kind of strange, fannish nervous breakdown in progress. So. Weird.
Also, I am suddenly--and let me say ridiculously--jonesing for babyfic. This could be the fact that having two family members below the age of six months is affecting hormonal surges, but I want babyfic. And no, not like, normal domestic babyfic, no. I want angsty babyfic that involves kidnapping and crossing international and/or intergalactic borders and I don't know, some kind of explosion somewhere in there. Maybe with a war. I have no idea. And I want it to be very long. And you know, while I'm at it, I want Godiva on my desk right now.
Oh, this can't end well. It just can't.
I really wish I had better news than watching some kind of strange, fannish nervous breakdown in progress. So. Weird.
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From:And some baked macaroni and cheese. Maybe with a little broccoli along with on the side as fiber.
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From:Actually, you find me good John-dom D/s fic and I'll throw you a damned party. Most of the stuff I've read is -- ug. Not so good. With a very few exceptions (Telesilla being one).
(also, not actually insulted; it's hard to get them D/s without making them a little OOC)
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From:And John would be... "Ah...Okay...now...just tell yourself to do something and then do it. I'm going to lean on a wall over here."
The poor guy can't even get his own soldiers to listen to him most of the time. And he's basically lazy, so, well, I can't really see it.
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From:"Take this." Sheppard shoves what looks like a big pile of blankets into Rodney's arms and deftly grabs the laptop out of his hand in time for Rodney to transfer his grip to the blankets before they fall. Or, before the shockingly solid thing inside the blankets falls. Rodney can feel Sheppard sticking the laptop to the velcro on his back while he hefts the bundle, trying to find an opening in the folds to see what it is. Sheppard claps him on the shoulder. "Let's go, and be quiet."
"Did you just steal a ZPM or something?" Rodney hisses. "What are we--" He stops moving when he finally gets a peek at what he's carrying. "What the fuck, Sheppard!?"
John rounds on him with a hissed shush. "What part of 'be quiet' didn't you understand? We need to go, right now. And don't swear." He shoves at Rodney's back, enough to get him moving but not enough to stop him talking.
"I'll fucking swear if I fucking feel like it, Colonel, and right now I really fucking feel like it. You want to explain to me why we're lighting out of here with stealth and speed? Could it have something to do with, oh, I don't know, you losing your mind and kidnapping a fucking baby?"
"She's the princess," John huffs from behind him, directing him to turn right with a tap on the shoulder. Rodney ducks through a half-tall door and suddenly they're outside.
"Oh, great, the princess, that explains everything," Rodney grumbles, and John shoves at him again.
"Notice how many princesses there are around here?"
Rodney holds the baby close against his chest as they half-jog along the dark path. She squirms a little with the treatment, but doesn't make any noise. He thinks back along the course of the day, and realizes--"There aren't any."
"Exactly."
"Wait--" Rodney stops and turns to John, who stops very close, the baby held between them. "What does 'exactly' mean, exactly?"
John's eyes are dark pools in the shadowed moonlight, but Rodney can see well enough when John looks down at the princess. "They sacrifice princesses here, Rodney." He raises one hand to touch the blanket near her face. "Literally. They're going to leave her out on that altar-thing tomorrow."
"Oh, that's just fucking fantastic," Rodney snarls, but he holds his burden just a little tighter and follows Sheppard's gaze downward. The princess is awake, regarding John and Rodney with wide, trusting eyes. Oh, holy hell; just like that, Rodney's gone, fully on board with whatever half-cooked plan John's got in mind.
"We need to get out of here," Rodney whispers, and John points the way to the Gate.
"Don't swear in front of the baby."
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From:No swearing. So cute. I swear.
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From:I'm still pretty much stuck on that. And the no swearing rule.
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From:*sigh*
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From:And why hasn't anybody (well, except me, sorta) written an AU for Teyla in which Teyla dies and the boys are stuck with the baby? Maybe even stranded somewhere with the baby? Huh?
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From:ETA: Oh, forgot to link Cheer Up, Emo Time Moppet too.
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From:Also, you should write one! Oh god, yes, I want this from your pen. *bounces at the idea* Intergalactic, war, please, yes!!
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From:But really the kid is kind of cute. Thank goodness.
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