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Here are the rest except for two that are a leetle long, one of which is the very special one with the naughty word. I'll post that separately because that got especially long. As always, I blame ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
deirdre_c for being a bad influence. Har.
5 times Novak didn't hiccup in front of Lorne.
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 repeats, leaning forward and then frowning. "Just looks like a big old mess to me."
"You're not looking at it right," Lorne sighs, 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 laughs, 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 and 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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Five times Dean's teachers saw how awesome he was (and Dean didn't know about it)
1.
He swears to Sam, black and blue, that he takes Home Ec for the girls. They all think it's adorable that he wants to learn to cook and sew and don't know that it's motivated by need, by having to take care of a growing brother and a father who's there less and less.
Okay and yes, maybe he and Mrs. Peters get a little thrill when everyone else's souffles fall flat and his is light, airy and wonderful.
He is a master at everything he tries after all.
Comes with being a Winchester.
2.
Mr. Speevin, name aside, isn't actually too bad for a highschool counsellor. Dean assumes the worst when he gets called in only 3 weeks into a new school but is surprised when Speevin says, "So, you pretty much look after your brother by yourself, right?"
"We have my Dad," Dean says, but he knows it sounds weak and ineffectual, even to his own ears. It was Dean who walked Sammy in, made sure all the paperwork was done and the transcripts in order and handed over. He made the excuses, Dad works long hours, and watched the secretary not give a shit one way or the other.
"Still," Speevin says. "Sam excels while your grades go down the crapper. I know there's a correlation."
Might be that Dean stayed up past one every night the last two weeks helping Sammy get caught up and ignored his own steadily piling up work. He didn't really care much, he knew what he was doing with the rest of his life and the only class that might've been halfway useful was American History.
He always aced that one.
"How about we see if we can arrange something with your teachers? I had a Senior last year that was granted guardianship of her sister. She had to work but I didn't want her to drop out so we figured something out."
Dean starts to smile but then it freezes on his face. He's being offered help and he's really not sure what to do with that.
Plus, their dad told them they were moving on sooner than expected only last night. Sammy had thrown a bitch-fit because he'd just gone out for track and...
"That's okay," Dean says, standing. "I'll manage."
3.
Mrs. Coral is only six years older than him and the very dictionary definition of bored and ignored wife.
Dean nearly goes there.
Nearly.
4.
John leaves the school, looking thunderous. Dean knows that means he's going to be repeating next year instead of going to summer school like Mr. Alecki suggested.
He'd said, "You're a bright kid, you don't need to repeat. Only reason you're failing is because you missed so much at the beginning of the year."
"Can you believe that?" John grumbles. "Like we don't have more important stuff to do over the summer."
"Yeah," Dean sighs, because John's not the one who's going to be tainted with the stigma of having repeated a year wherever he goes. Not only being the weird new kid but being the weird, new, older kid.
5.
"You got a natural eye for it," Bobby praises and Dean grins, snugging the rifle tighter into his shoulder. His father was forever telling him what he was doing wrong.
It was nice to hear what he was doing right for once.
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deirdre_c for being a bad influence. Har.5 times Novak didn't hiccup in front of Lorne.
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 repeats, leaning forward and then frowning. "Just looks like a big old mess to me."
"You're not looking at it right," Lorne sighs, 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 laughs, 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 and 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.
Five times Dean's teachers saw how awesome he was (and Dean didn't know about it)
1.
He swears to Sam, black and blue, that he takes Home Ec for the girls. They all think it's adorable that he wants to learn to cook and sew and don't know that it's motivated by need, by having to take care of a growing brother and a father who's there less and less.
Okay and yes, maybe he and Mrs. Peters get a little thrill when everyone else's souffles fall flat and his is light, airy and wonderful.
He is a master at everything he tries after all.
Comes with being a Winchester.
2.
Mr. Speevin, name aside, isn't actually too bad for a highschool counsellor. Dean assumes the worst when he gets called in only 3 weeks into a new school but is surprised when Speevin says, "So, you pretty much look after your brother by yourself, right?"
"We have my Dad," Dean says, but he knows it sounds weak and ineffectual, even to his own ears. It was Dean who walked Sammy in, made sure all the paperwork was done and the transcripts in order and handed over. He made the excuses, Dad works long hours, and watched the secretary not give a shit one way or the other.
"Still," Speevin says. "Sam excels while your grades go down the crapper. I know there's a correlation."
Might be that Dean stayed up past one every night the last two weeks helping Sammy get caught up and ignored his own steadily piling up work. He didn't really care much, he knew what he was doing with the rest of his life and the only class that might've been halfway useful was American History.
He always aced that one.
"How about we see if we can arrange something with your teachers? I had a Senior last year that was granted guardianship of her sister. She had to work but I didn't want her to drop out so we figured something out."
Dean starts to smile but then it freezes on his face. He's being offered help and he's really not sure what to do with that.
Plus, their dad told them they were moving on sooner than expected only last night. Sammy had thrown a bitch-fit because he'd just gone out for track and...
"That's okay," Dean says, standing. "I'll manage."
3.
Mrs. Coral is only six years older than him and the very dictionary definition of bored and ignored wife.
Dean nearly goes there.
Nearly.
4.
John leaves the school, looking thunderous. Dean knows that means he's going to be repeating next year instead of going to summer school like Mr. Alecki suggested.
He'd said, "You're a bright kid, you don't need to repeat. Only reason you're failing is because you missed so much at the beginning of the year."
"Can you believe that?" John grumbles. "Like we don't have more important stuff to do over the summer."
"Yeah," Dean sighs, because John's not the one who's going to be tainted with the stigma of having repeated a year wherever he goes. Not only being the weird new kid but being the weird, new, older kid.
5.
"You got a natural eye for it," Bobby praises and Dean grins, snugging the rifle tighter into his shoulder. His father was forever telling him what he was doing wrong.
It was nice to hear what he was doing right for once.
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