My teef are going to be the deef of mee...

[kellifer]

Never, ever, EVER will I again wait 15 years between dentist visits. I'm just going through an ongoing treatment hell... Fillings today, on opposite sides so the parts of my face that aren't numb feel twice the size.

Anyway, I'm determined not to be blue about it. The sun is shining, I'm not at work (and have the day off tomorrow) and I had a good weekend.

Ficlet by request Happy Ending Meme:

Any character/pairing from the fandoms I usually write get a happy ending. Either canon or from my stories... (want to know what ultimately happens to the zombie!bunnies?)

Only exclusion is any ongoing verse... ;)

Comments

[sg-fignewton.livejournal.com]

Oooh... Happy ending for Sha're? Or Sha'uri, even!

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

The desert is not quite the same... but it's close enough. Sha're closes her eyes and breathes in, scenting jasmine on the wind, the sweet wine that Mala always made when the spring was bountiful.

"Are you sure?" The woman beside her is pleasant-faced and sweet sounding. She glows unlike anything Sha're has ever seen.

"Yes," Sha're says, nodding as she looks over her work, this place she has created. The lines are blurred between her world and the one he'd often spoken about.

His Egypt.

"Yes," Sha're repeats. "We will be happy here."

Now she waits.

[sg-fignewton.livejournal.com]

His Egypt.

"Yes," Sha're repeats. "We will be happy here."

::melts into a puddle of goo::

Oh. YES.

:)

[paian]

Love this. :-)

[strifechaos.livejournal.com]

Ouch, sorry about your teeth. :( The dentist is never a fun place; at least you have a positive attitude about it though. :) I'm dreading getting my wisdom teeth removed in a couple months. Eek.

Would it be possible to request something with Major Lorne from SGA? He’s such an adorable 2IC, I always squee when I see him on screen. :)

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

He's never going to get used to seeing Col... no, General Sheppard with grey hair. It still looks the same, just bled of color.

"So, are you sure you want to do this?" Sheppard asks, raising an eyebrow. When he asks, he gently taps the bars on Lorne's collar.

He's the Colonel now.

"Absolutely, sir," Lorne says, not able to keep the grin out of his voice even if he was able to keep it off his face.

"I mean, it's just so..." Sheppard makes a gesture with his hand, a surely this is crazy flick of the wrist.

"She is mine, right?" Lorne prods and Sheppard looks from Lorne's face, to the large bottle of Moet he's grasping in his hand.

"C'mon. I mean... the Death Star? It's a little grim don't you think?"

Lorne looks up at the Battle Cruiser that will be his home for the forseeable future, the first hybrid ship meshing Ancient, Earth and Asgard technology. The front line against any attackers either in Atlantis or back home.

"Not at all," Lorne dismisses, hoisting the champagne aloft.

[paian]

Love this too. :-)

[not-sally.livejournal.com]

*clutches geek!Lorne to her heart*

[intermezzo]

eeeeeeeeeeeh, even Lorne's adorable! And so is John!

[lunardreamed.livejournal.com]

Happy ending for Sam from "A World of His Own Making"

Sorry about your teeth.

This may be more bittersweet than happy...

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

It was a lot of time and a lot of hurt but they eventually ran Sam to ground. Bobby performed the ritual to burn the power out of him and when it was done, Sam was left gasping and flailing on the floor.

And Sam.

For the first time in nine years.

Now he sits at a table, crayon on his hand, painstakingly scribing his name. It's slow going, the road back will be long and arduous. There's no guarentee there will be a full recovery...

But.

Dean sits opposite, reading a book and looking up every now and again to make sure Sam is still working. "C'mon now," he says or, "You can do it, you got this."

The first time Sam makes it all the way across the room on his own two feet, Dean is grinning like he's won the lottery. Sam is smiling too, kind of lopsided since his face doesn't want to cooperate like it used to but he manages to get out, "Dean!" clear as a bell.

Bobby, who'd been visiting, never felt the need to rib Dean about the tears he shed that day. Mostly because he'd had to wipe away a tear or two himself.

[deirdre-c.livejournal.com]

Happy ending for Bobby! :)

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

"You look so serious."

Bobby settles himself in the booth opposite Sam, watching the boy fidget like he's fit to burst. There's a tall stack of pancakes in front of him that he hasn't touched. He pushes the plate aside as Bobby leans sideways to dig his wallet out of his back pocket because he feels like his right ass cheek is about a mile higher than his left.

"It's nothing bad," Sam is quick to say. He's looking at the door every now and again and Bobby's not sure why. He'd spotted Dean skulking outside. "He's got something to ask you," was all he would say.

"Something happened?" Bobby presses, starting to feel a little like he wants to fidget himself. It's been a few years since the war, since they saw the other side of it and damned if he ever thought that would happen.

Hell sealed off is a hell of a thing. Bobby's had to actually open up the junk yard because the exorcisms have trailed off to nothing and he's finding himself more often than not these days... idle.

"You know Tam?" Sam asks and Bobby nods slowly. Dean and Sam had been taking in strays for a time, anyone who wanted to learn the life or who'd needed time to recover from being possessed... or worse. Tamara had been a skittish mess when they'd found her and was now helping rehabilitate others. Wars always left casualties and not all of them dead.

"We're having a baby," Sam blurts and Bobby blinks at him for a moment before he grins big and takes his cap off, smacking Sam in the head with it.

"Geez, Sam! Why the song and dance? This is good news."

"I just..." Sam goes back to fidgeting, toying with his fork. "Tam's parents are gone and me and Dean... you're the closest to a dad any of us have."

It takes a moment for Bobby to really get what Sam is asking. He decides to put the poor boy out of his misery because Sam looks like he's in actual pain.

"I want no cutesy names," he says with a raised finger. "Just grampa or pop or somethin' is fine."

Sam lurches out of his side of the booth and dives into Bobby's, enveloping the smaller man in a bear hug. Bobby lets him even though through the diner window he can see Dean raise his arms in a dear lord, what are you two giant girls doing gesture.

[lark_ascends]

Zombie bunnies! :D

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

Reynaldo is stretched out on his back, looking at Zeefer upside down. Their humans have been getting depressed lately about the lack of survivors and how it was getting hard to be the only zombies around that weren't into gnawing brains.

"Maybe we should do something nice for them?" Reynaldo prompts. Zeefer is carefully, carefully preening because these days he's liable to take his face off with a good cleaning.

"Like what?" He's just a bunny after all and his brain is small, although he secretly thinks it much larger than Zeefer's.

Reynaldo rolls onto his legs and looks over at the humans. They're both asleep, even though both Zeefer and Reynaldo have figured out they don't need sleep anymore. What are you going to do? Human brains are smaller than rabbits', at least Reynaldo thinks they are.

Zeefer makes his way over to his human, the smaller one with the bow-legs like a frog's. His human sleeps on his front all the time. He nudges his way under the human's hand, which had been resting on a knife. The human kind of grumbles, but then his fingers twine with Zeefer's ears and the smallest of smiles graces his face for just a second.

"Huh," Reynaldo huffs. He nudges his own human with his nose and the human slits open an eye.

"What are you doing you weirdo?" his human asks, but then he's scooped and deposited on the human's belly and gets a full body-pat, ears to tail.

"I don't know why you were worried," Zeefer says, settling down. "They're simple creatures."

And okay, maybe they both sleep too.

Just for kicks.

[mtmontage.livejournal.com]

Evil dentists! Enjoy your time off and I wish you a speedy recovery.

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

Thankyou! :D

[paian]

If you're still taking prompts ... happy ending for Walter Harriman?

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

Alise runs her hand over his head as she passes and Walter grins and ducks. A beer slips into his hand from the other side and Walter nods a thanks.

"Did you just make it up, Sir?" Walter asks, watching Alise scoop their daughter up and spin her. He looks sideways then and Hammond is flushing and averting his gaze.

"Not at all, son," he says gruffly.

"Special Attache to the President?" Walter prods, the grin still firmly on his face. "In Intergalactic Matters? C'mon now... it sounds like you weren't even trying by the end of the title."

Hammond chuffs a laugh, taking a large swallow of his own beer. The sound of his grandkids playing is caught on the wind and brought to them. Hammond is retired now but Walter is fully aware that he'll have weight where it counts till the day he dies.

It seems in this case, he's thrown it in Walter's direction.

"If you don't want it..." Hammond puts out there although he's still not quite meeting Walter's eyes. His own though crinkle up in amusement because of course -

"Yes, Sir. I want it," Walter says with a wry chuckle.

"And do me a favour, son," Hammond says. "Drop the Sir?"

"No, sir."

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

teeeth are eeeeeevil.

I want a Kara/Sam happy ending, but I don't think it'll happen.

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

There's pain and heat and then... nothing.

Sam Anders blinks and he's in an empty hanger. He looks around for a moment because he could've sworn...

"You took your time!"

Sam turns just in time to get an armload of Kara as she flings herself at him. All he can do is hold onto her as he feels her bury her face in his neck. He must squeeze too hard because she squeaks and wriggles out of his grip.

"Where-?"

"I wouldn't ask," Kara says, scrubbing hands through her hair. She's wearing loose black pants and a black tank top. Her hair is pulled back and her face is clean. She looks lovely.

"Can I maybe ask how?" Anders prods and Kara's lips tilt in a grin as she shakes her head.

"C'mon," she says, holding out a hand. Even though the space was empty a few moments ago, Anders can see the Blackbird behind her.

"Come fly with me."

[kalquessa.livejournal.com]

Goodness, sorry to here about the teeth!

Here via sg_fignewton to request a happy ending for Jonas Quinn.

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

"Huh."

"Not exactly what you were expecting?"

Jonas turns and sees Daniel Jackson standing behind him, in a field of fresh flowers. There's a glow about him and Jonas fights the urge to shield his eyes.

"No, not exactly. Where am I?"

"In your bed at home," Daniel says with a small smile. "Surrounded by loved ones, slowing losing your grip on life.

"Oh," Jonas says, crestfallen. "So this is a dream then?"

"Not exactly, no," Daniel says. He holds out a hand. "I'm here to offer you a choice and a helping hand," he says and Jonas opens his mouth and then closes it again.

"Oh."

[philstar22.livejournal.com]

Well, if you are still taking prompts, then Elizebeth Weir from SGA.

[philstar22.livejournal.com]

Oh, and I'm sorry about your teeth. I hate dentists and fillings and toothaches and cavities. I hope your doing better.