Stuff and things and ficlets by request...

[kellifer]

- I'm a reccer for spnroundtable this month but my problem isn't getting stories to rec, it's narrowing it down and deciding what I want to rec first. Heh. I need to categorise the big mess of links I've been keeping.

- Work is progressing slowly for my spn_summergen fic. However, it's pretty cool when *just* when the Big Bang fics will trickle off these ones will start posting. We're pretty spoiled as a fandom for these few months.

- I'm feeling a wee bit nostalgic. Give me some five!things fic prompts if you're so inclined. My boss is away so I need something to fill the day up with.

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5 times Novak didn't hiccup in front of Lorne.

5 times Teal'k didn't say "indeed". (you get extra brownie points if Cam makes an appearance somehow)

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

1.

The first time he folds her hand in his she can feel herself blushing and waits for the inevitable.

"Huh," she says.

"Huh," he echoes. "Should I be worried? Maybe I'm not exciting you anymore?"

Lindsay grins up at him. "I don't think that's it," she says.

2.

"What are we doing?" Ramez asks, dropping down next to Lorne. They're sitting on one of the small viewing platforms overlooking the jumper bay and there's scientists moving about like ants below.

"I'm watching poetry in motion," Lorne says and then raises an eyebrow. "You're procrastinating."

"Poetry in motion huh?" Ramez says, leaning forward and then frowning. "Just looks like a big old mess to me."

"You're not looking at it right," Lorne says, holding out a hand, finger pointed. His finger follows Novak far below as she makes her way between three jumpers, overstepping cables and people alike, throwing out instructions and deftly avoiding Rodney who's on his own kind of warpath that results in far more destruction and scuttling.

"Man, you got it bad," Ramez says, shaking his head.

"Haven't you got reports that were supposed to be on my desk four hours ago?" Lorne asks with a stern glance and Ramez rolls his eyes, but retreats.

Lorne gets back to what he was doing.

Poetry in motion.

3.

"It's the normal kind," Lindsay says, hiccuping with her whole body. "Diaphram spasming, not nerves."

"You sure?" Lorne asks. He's lying on her bed, up on one elbow, watching her desperately race around the room because for the last ten minutes she hasn't stopped. She's tried a spoonful of sugar, drinking a glass of water upside down, holding her breath until Lorne got worried because her lips turned blue.

Nothing is working.

"Hey, did I tell you that I have to go to a Wraith homeworld tomorrow to do some reconnaissance?"

Lindsay freezes and everything stops, even her hiccups.

"I'm not really. Wow, so scaring you works," Lorne observes, grinning.

"You ass!" Lindsay screeches and launches herself at him.

4.

She's dressed in white, she has the flowers held out in front of her like a shield and Ronon is eyeing her speculatively. "I thought you were going to hiccup all the way down the aisle," he says, mystified that she'd stopped just as they had rounded the corner.

Lindsay squares her shoulders and smiles, spotting Lorne standing at the end with Sheppard at his elbow. "Never been calmer in my life," she says, letting Ronon fold her hand over his elbow.

5.

Sometimes it still happens, sometimes the nerves get the better of her and she's twelve again, dressed up as Little Orphan Annie in her school play and not being able to get even one line out because the hiccups just won't stop.

Then he puts a palm flat down on her back, traces down her spine. Even if its through her BDUs and the bulky outer layers, she'll feel it and everything will be okay.

She doesn't have to be nervous anymore.

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adkjl asjdls asjdlajslkjadkla!!!!! That was awesome, thank you! You know, when I finished reading, this was my reaction: Heheh

Poetry in motion! *flails* That was my fave scene! Thank you so much, I've missed this pairing and how you write it.