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Ficlet the Seventh
Title: "A Day in the Life of Radek Zelenka"
Suggested by: skoosiepants
Is: A wet, cranky Radek, having to wear an eyepatch - which could or could not lead to some sort of pirate joke. Maybe some Lorne thrown in there, too. And bonus if McKay calls Ronon a moose.
Is: PG
Summary: There is a ripping noise and Radek falls.



He’s hanging precariously over the edge of the water filtration system when he feels a cable snap. The whole platform he is tethered to groans alarmingly and shudders before falling away beneath him.

Radek has time only to let out a short yip before he feels himself pulled up short. He looks up and sees Ronon, one leg hooked over the railing on the other side and with a fist full of Radek’s jacket.

There is a ripping noise and Radek falls.

When he emerges from the large tank, spluttering and trying to scrape his matted hair out of his eyes, he sees standing around the base is Rodney, looking pale and terrified. Next to him is Colonel Sheppard, who is panting roughly and leaning over his knees. Radek remembers that he was on the other side of the city that morning and wonders if the Colonel ran all the way there.

He looks up at Ronon who has concern etched on his features. As he looks, Teyla appears at the railing, one hand automatically bunching in the back of the precariously leaning Ronon’s shirt while she searches the water below until she spots him.

Radek clings to the side for a second, getting his breath back and feeling oddly pleased.

“Radek?” Rodney’s panicked voice echoes upwards, and Radek reflects on a time when Rodney couldn’t even remember his name. Now it sounds like Rodney is having a stroke. Also, from the way the tank is angled, he can see the people below but they can’t see him.

“I’m fine!” he calls, “Just a little wet.”

The others wonder why he is in such a good mood when Ronon finally manages to pull him out of the tank.

~*~

Carson is holding up a flashcard and Radek squints.

“Is…the letter e?” Radek says uncertainly and Carson sighs.

“Still a bit strained. You’ll have to keep the patch on for another few days I’m afraid.” Carson leans across and lowers the eye patch back over Radek’s eye. An explosion in the lab had left him partially blind, but luckily, only temporarily so.

“Please no. If I do, there will be homicide.”

Carson blinks. “What?”

“If Colonel Sheppard says ‘Arr my hearties’ to me one more time, I will be forced to take action,” he says morosely.

Carson snorts but covers it with a hand. “I’m sure he means well and is just relieved that you’re alright.”

Radek looks at Carson, his one good eye narrowing. “I don’t know what it even means!”

~*~

“He’s such a moose,” Rodney sighs and Radek claps him on the back of the head. Rodney blinks at him for a second before rubbing the back of his head. “What?”

“You should be thankful for this size,” Radek sighs. They’ve been working for thirty-six hours straight and by that point he is always ready to throttle Rodney.

“Why? He makes everyone else feel…inadequate.”

“By everyone else, you mean you,” Radek rolls his eyes.

“Well… yes. I may have been blessed in the brains department but was genetically gipped in other areas.”

“It’s good he is so big. More surface area to hide behind when people shoot at you.”

Rodney turns slowly to Radek, blinking owlishly. “Oh my God, you’re right!”

Radek grins. “I knew I’d get you to say that one day.”

~*~

“You’ll be fine,” Major Lorne assures and Radek looks at him, smiling tightly.

“I hate this offworld business. I am a lab rat. Better suited to… labs.”

Lorne turns and tugs Radek’s vest, cinching it the way it is supposed to be and then claps the scientist on the shoulder. “Anything McKay can do, you can do better Doc,” he smiles.

Radek suspects Lorne might have just been being nice to him, but it's easier to step through the event horizon that day.

Ficlet the Eighth
Title: "Saying Without Saying"
Suggested by: trill100
Is: Daniel/Cameron anything.
Is: PG
Summary: “He’s not you, but he’s good.”



“So, how is he?”

“He’s not you, but he’s good.”

“I like the ‘but’ in there. So, he’s treating you okay?”

“He’s spoiling me. He’s being far too indulgent and as soon as he realises he doesn’t have to spend forty eight hours on a dig just because I want to, he’ll be fine.”

“I never let you do that.”

“I know. I just kept asking and he kept saying yes. I guess he needs to learn to say no to me.”

“That’s definitely a work-essential skill.”

“Great, are you going to actually let him know that now?”

“Of course not. I don’t want him to learn to say no to you, you sound much happier.”

“…”

“Daniel?”

“Yeah, just. It’s not because you’re not here… that I’m happier. If that’s what you’re thinking.”

“I know that. It just sounds like it’s working out for you, the whole Cameron saying yes to you thing.”

“Uh… we are talking about dig time, right?”

“Of course. Now, how about that local sports team.”


Ficlet the Ninth
Title: "Passing Fancy"
Suggested by: adannu
Is: Lorne/someone from a different fandom and yoghurt smoothies
Is: PG
Summary: “What do you do, soldier boy?”



She was smoke and fire and spirit and she walked a dangerous line.

He was straightlaced, yessir, nossir, three bags full Sir and he couldn’t help falling for her as soon as he saw her.

They stayed in a motel for three days and he didn’t tell her what he did for a living and she didn’t either.

From the muscles and scars, he figured she had as many secrets to hide as he did.

She said, “Call me Faith,” in that grimy roadside diner. Her breath was a little sour from too much travelling and only a passing acquaintance with a toothbrush, but when she smiled it was radiant and the yoghurt smoothie with a whiskey chaser they’d shared made the point moot.

She did ask him, right when they were leaving.

“What do you do, soldier boy?” Her eyebrows arched and there was a devilish smile on her face. Her voice was a low growl that did something wicked to his insides.

“I can’t really tell you that. How about you tough girl?” he quipped and she grinned.

“You wouldn’t believe me,” she sighed, and he thought, hey, that’s my line.

Six months later, just as he is shipping out to another galaxy, he catches the local news and her photo is on the screen and they say she’s going away for murder.

He looks into the dark eyes and remembers how she laughed.


Ficlet the Tenth
Title: "Secret View"
Suggested by: libitina
Is: Zelenka/Lorne - undershirt
Is: PG
Summary: Radek knew he’d been completely busted and the blushing wasn’t helping.



“What are you doing?”

Zelenka started in surprise, spinning to find Rodney standing behind him, smirking.

“Nothing! I… nothing.” Radek knew he’d been completely busted and the blushing wasn’t helping. Rodney’s eyebrows drew up as he looked over Radek’s shoulder.

“It doesn’t look like nothing. It looks like you were watching Lorne working out without his knowledge. Do those guys even know there’s two-way glass in here?”

Radek felt the blush burn hotter. “I don’t… no, I don’t think so,” Radek admitted. His eyes ticked back to the man in the small work out room beyond the glass. He was wearing a wifebeater and comfortable looking workout pants and he was boxing. Radek knew what time he worked out because he’d offered to help him with training.

Radek had declined the actual training, but he’d felt himself drawn to the next room over just the same.

Something occurred to Radek and he turned on Rodney slowly. “Wait, I don’t remember telling you about it,” he said slowly.

He turned back to the room and watched as Colonel Sheppard entered, slinging a towel over his shoulder and waving a greeting at Lorne. He stripped off his overshirt and moved over to the makeshift weight set.

Radek turned back to Rodney slowly, his eyebrows climbing into his hairline.

Rodney had coloured about as brilliantly as Radek. “Let us never speak of this again,” Rodney said quickly.

“Of course. Complete silence.” Radek agreed and both men turned back to the window.

“You know,” Lorne said, a smirk playing across his features. “It might be two-way glass but we can hear everything you say.”

Both Radek and Rodney shrieked and ran for it.


Ficlet the Eleventh
Title: "A Technician Attempts To Eat Breakfast"
Suggested by: trill100
Is: Lorne/Chuck!Tech and pancakes (can anyone tell me if Chuck is actually his name??)
Is: PG
Summary: “If they’re serving breakfast, then about eighteen hours, give or take.”



“How long have you been on for?”

Major Lorne is sitting on the edge of the console, one leg swinging lazily and a plate full of pancakes held cradled in one arm, a fork making short work of them in the other.

Chuck looks up at him, looks at his plate and then back at his readouts. “If they’re serving breakfast, then about eighteen hours, give or take.”

Lorne groans. “Man, I could never sit in front of a desk for that long.”

Chuck looks at him, narrowing his eyes. “I’m not too fond of it either,” he snaps.

Lorne looks down at his breakfast and then at the half eaten power bar sitting next to Chuck’s hand. He sighs and picks up the power bar, putting the plate of pancakes in its stead.

“What are you doing?” Chuck asks, incredulously.

“Trading you. I love these,” Lorne says, smirking and brandishing the power bar.

“You’re trading half a strawberry power bar for pancakes?”

“Absolutely. I can always-“

“No, no. That’s fine.” Chuck curls an arm protectively around the plate and Lorne smiles, sliding off the desk and sauntering back down the corridor.

Felicia, the technician that has been on as long as Chuck has, scowled at him. “No one brings me breakfast,” she grumbled.

“He didn’t. He was just… trading,” Chuck protested lamely, his face flushing.

Felicia snorted and rolled her eyes. “Is that what you kids are calling it these days?”

“Oooh, pancakes. Good, they were out.” Rodney exclaimed, snagging the plate.

“Hey!” Chuck protested but Rodney treated him to a stern look.

“You know if Radek caught you eating on the console he’d kill you. I’m doing you a favour.”

Chuck watched as his breakfast disappeared and then turned back to Felicia who was nearly pink from the effort not to laugh.

“I hate this job,” Chuck sighed morosely.