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Into The Fire [SG-1/Supernatural], Daniel Jackson/Dean Winchester, G, 151 words, No spoilers.
“C’mon, just a little further.”
Daniel’s exhausted and the extra weight isn’t helping. The younger man makes a guttural sound and almost goes over. Daniel arcs sideways and manages to arrest his fall by basically ploughing him into the wall. Daniel’s wrists are still cuffed so he has very limited options when it comes to catching someone.
The tunnel they’re heading down has yellowish light in strips on the floor, only enough to emphasise the shadows rather than banish them completely. He gets the sharp tang of sweat and blood in his nostrils leaning this close to the other man. He has no idea what the NID wanted with them but the guy had said Sam in this kind of harsh plea and Daniel figured what the hell?
His chances of escaping were actually pretty slim anyway, what’s one more along for the ride, especially if they have a mutual acquaintance.
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Resident Badass [Firefly/Atlantis], Ronon Dex/Malcolm Reynolds, G, 216 words, No spoilers.
As if he needs another Jayne.
They do this dance for dominance after every job, mostly because he’d given orders and they’d been ignored. Once again he has to show just who’s Captain around these parts. Of course, it doesn’t help that half the time he doesn’t actually come out on top.
There’s a fist to his jaw and he stumbles sideways. Mal can drop a Cadge with one perfectly aimed shot but he’s always been a brawler, no real finesse to his fighting. Zoe always said he looked more at home swinging in a bar than he ever had on the battlefield.
He doesn’t have the range or finesse that he meets every couple of weeks. As if to emphasise the point, his legs are swept from out underneath him and his chin meets metal, hard. He rolls to his belly, meaning to push up but instead as a final indignity he gets sat on, weight pressing him flat.
“Maybe we’ll call this one a draw,” Mal tries and Ronon chuckles, the vibration of it hitting his spine because Ronon’s thighs bracket his lower back. He’s about to protest but then hands land on his shoulders and start to rub, kneading away sore muscles he’d been ignoring for days.
“Shutup,” Ronon says. “I’m apologising here.”
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Pretty And Delicate [Gilmore Girls/Supernatural], Dean Forrester/Dean Winchester, G, 209 words, No spoilers.
Every now and again, Forrester catches him staring.
Dean tries not to but it’s hard. It’s startling how similar the guy looks to Sam, and he totally gets how hell breaking forth folded the world over, but there are just some things that are too damn spooky.
The guy taps a beat out on the Impala’s dash, looking towards the sky line. “I wish you wouldn’t,” he says when he catches Dean at it this time.
“What?” Dean asks, trying not to sound guilty.
“You’re sitting there wishing I was him,” he says and one of his hands comes up and he starts gnawing on his nails. Dean usually smacks his hand away because they’re bitten down to the quick already, but he senses right now it’s probably not a good idea to touch him. “When most of the time in this crazy place I’m just so damn glad I’m with you.”
“I just miss him, s’all,” Dean says, voice quiet and eyes back on the road. They stray of course, he can’t really help it, but only when Forrester finally releases his stony grip on the waking world and slumps, chin almost touching his chest.
“We’ll be there soon, Sammy,” Dean says and then smiles.
“C’mon, just a little further.”
Daniel’s exhausted and the extra weight isn’t helping. The younger man makes a guttural sound and almost goes over. Daniel arcs sideways and manages to arrest his fall by basically ploughing him into the wall. Daniel’s wrists are still cuffed so he has very limited options when it comes to catching someone.
The tunnel they’re heading down has yellowish light in strips on the floor, only enough to emphasise the shadows rather than banish them completely. He gets the sharp tang of sweat and blood in his nostrils leaning this close to the other man. He has no idea what the NID wanted with them but the guy had said Sam in this kind of harsh plea and Daniel figured what the hell?
His chances of escaping were actually pretty slim anyway, what’s one more along for the ride, especially if they have a mutual acquaintance.
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Resident Badass [Firefly/Atlantis], Ronon Dex/Malcolm Reynolds, G, 216 words, No spoilers.
As if he needs another Jayne.
They do this dance for dominance after every job, mostly because he’d given orders and they’d been ignored. Once again he has to show just who’s Captain around these parts. Of course, it doesn’t help that half the time he doesn’t actually come out on top.
There’s a fist to his jaw and he stumbles sideways. Mal can drop a Cadge with one perfectly aimed shot but he’s always been a brawler, no real finesse to his fighting. Zoe always said he looked more at home swinging in a bar than he ever had on the battlefield.
He doesn’t have the range or finesse that he meets every couple of weeks. As if to emphasise the point, his legs are swept from out underneath him and his chin meets metal, hard. He rolls to his belly, meaning to push up but instead as a final indignity he gets sat on, weight pressing him flat.
“Maybe we’ll call this one a draw,” Mal tries and Ronon chuckles, the vibration of it hitting his spine because Ronon’s thighs bracket his lower back. He’s about to protest but then hands land on his shoulders and start to rub, kneading away sore muscles he’d been ignoring for days.
“Shutup,” Ronon says. “I’m apologising here.”
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Pretty And Delicate [Gilmore Girls/Supernatural], Dean Forrester/Dean Winchester, G, 209 words, No spoilers.
Every now and again, Forrester catches him staring.
Dean tries not to but it’s hard. It’s startling how similar the guy looks to Sam, and he totally gets how hell breaking forth folded the world over, but there are just some things that are too damn spooky.
The guy taps a beat out on the Impala’s dash, looking towards the sky line. “I wish you wouldn’t,” he says when he catches Dean at it this time.
“What?” Dean asks, trying not to sound guilty.
“You’re sitting there wishing I was him,” he says and one of his hands comes up and he starts gnawing on his nails. Dean usually smacks his hand away because they’re bitten down to the quick already, but he senses right now it’s probably not a good idea to touch him. “When most of the time in this crazy place I’m just so damn glad I’m with you.”
“I just miss him, s’all,” Dean says, voice quiet and eyes back on the road. They stray of course, he can’t really help it, but only when Forrester finally releases his stony grip on the waking world and slumps, chin almost touching his chest.
“We’ll be there soon, Sammy,” Dean says and then smiles.
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Though I stand by my earlier comment: torture in almost!drabble form.
*re-reads*
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Ronon and Mal is *priceless*
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And the second is really hot. The third is really sad. Poor Deans.
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The first one was cute, can't wait to see what would happen once Daniel finds out it's not Sam, he'd be like, "Wha- Why the hell did I just carry you out and risk my life?!"
Hehe, and Ronon is so like Jayne:p
I always wondered how GGxSPN would work, you did it!:D
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You have created such an interesting universe in such a few words. Fantastic!
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