SGA ficlets
May. 21st, 2005 11:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gilascaveI asked folks to make requests for drabbles and ficlets, and had several SGA ones. Here they are, collected, with the character and word that was asked for. Variety of pairings, ratings, and topics.
McKay, porn
There are a lot of unexpected things about being in a city formerly-known-as-mythological. Little things like running out of shaving cream and not being able to go buy more. Like realising he'd missed the release of the new Star Wars. Like not being able to google anything because Google's webservers only exist back on Earth. Little things which seem to exist primarily to make this whole going to Atlantis event slightly less than perfect.
But McKay likes other things, and he thinks they make up for it all. They even make up for the Wraith.
He sits down at his laptop and opens up his email. There is not a single, solitary piece of spam. He grins like a loon, cackling as he looks at his inbox. He may never get to help some poor fleeing refuge from Africa steal millions from a dead politician, and his penis may be doomed to remain the same size (to be precise, to retain its range of sizes), but he's fine with that. He finds that it is, in fact, a pretty damn good way to live.
He does miss the internet porn, though.
~~~
Rodney, snow
He misses snow. He misses a lot of things about Earth, not the least of which is being there. None of which he'd give up having come here for.
But he misses snow. He's always lived someplace that has it. Canada, Russia, Antarctica. You'd think he'd be tired of it by now. But he misses it, despite the fact he's never really loved snow. It's just always been part of his life, until now.
The ocean doesn't make up for it. The home made of metal and the green, warm planets they visit, and the computers and gadgets that distract him for weeks on end.
None of them make him feel like he's home, and he knows it's because there is no snow.
"Rodney? You coming back to bed?"
He turns, and he forces himself to smile. "In a minute."
There are things he'd never trade being here, for. But he wishes there was just a little bit of snow. Once in a while.
When he goes back to bed and crawls under blankets to find a pair of warm arms pulling him close, he is ashamed to realise that he is still left wanting.
~~~
Radek, bound
He sees Rodney lift his head and give him a querying look. Radek has no idea which of the five urgent things Rodney might be curious about -- but he is fairly sure he cannot predict what Rodney will ask.
He is correct, for Rodney's question was none of the five.
"What *is* that?" he asks.
Radek lifts an eyebrow at him. He needs a little more context before he can answer, because every item in his hands and in his vicinity are ones Rodney should certainly be able to identify.
"What you were singing," Rodney elaborates. Without sarcasm, which makes Radek think there is something quite significant happening.
Other than the obvious.
He wonders if Rodney wants a literal translation, or if the gist will do. He thinks about how much time they have for idle conversation, and decides the gist will do. "It is an old song. Um. The main line is about 'bound for glory' and how it only ever comes with death.'"
Rodney is giving him a very sardonic look, now. Radek waits, patiently.
"And this is what you sing while I'm washing you?"
Radek shrugs. "I sing in the shower." His tone very clearly says 'so deal with it.'
But Rodney looks up at him, still, and is not making any move to continue with the soapy washcloth on Radek's legs. "You're singing about *death*? I'm pretty sure I'm insulted."
So Radek sighs, and waggles his half-hard cock at Rodney. "It is metaphor. Like in the French--"
"Well, why didn't you just ask for a blowjob?" Rodney asks, and before Radek can respond, he has Rodney's mouth on his cock.
~~~
Carson, fear
It's nearly one am and there is only a bit of light streaming in the window from the moon. The sound of thunder echoes dimly; the storm is mild, even compared to the one which nearly destroyed them. The lightning barely makes an impact on the shadows on the bedroom walls.
Carson is lying awake, not because of the storm, nor because of the knowledge that members of their expedition are, once again, far off and away in this distant galaxy. He knows they are probably safe as houses, curled up on cots or on straw mattresses or their own military-issue bedrolls.
He doesn't know how soundly they're sleeping, but it's a fair bet he will hear all about the discomfort, later, after the team has returned. Rodney's complaints about the basic luxuries of life are in predictable proportion to how dangerous or boring the trip was. Carson is hoping to hear an hour's worth of detailed irritation about the straw and lack of hot shower.
But it isn't his worry that keeps him awake. He could close his eyes and drift off, knowing that the sooner he slept the sooner he would wake and the closer to their return they would be. His fear for their safety does not keep him restless.
Carson rolls over, pulling the blanket around him. The bed is far too large for a single person after a lifetime of sleeping alone. There are pillows stacked around him and he knows he could hold them close, pretending his arms are draped over a body. But of course he knows better; this is the lack which keeps him awake.
There is a soft sound as the door clicks closed, then the sound of confident footfalls on the carpeted floor. Carson finds himself smiling and he moves over, drawing the blankets back. The bed dips down and there is Radek, snuggling in close and pressing his mouth to Carson's neck.
"Sometimes I think you might forget you live here now," he says quietly, because they both know he's been lying awake, waiting for Radek to remember to leave the lab.
"I could not," Radek says, and he presses another kiss to Carson's cheek. "You have all my clothes here."
Carson laughs, and the tendrils of fear burn away. He knows there is no chance Radek will choose, someday, to end this. But late at night when he's alone with nothing but his thoughts and the rain -- he finds himself fearing, anyway.
~~~
Radek, exploration
"This is not what I thought you meant," Radek said, gasping with every other word.
"I said," John paused, licked again, then continued speaking, "three was a scientific exploration to be conducted." He dipped his head down, licked the inside of Radek's thigh.
"I thought...you..oh..." Radek stopped to catch his breath. "You mean exploring the city."
He looked down to see John smile. It was a very wicked smile and made Radek's cock twitch. It was impossible for it to get any harder, of course.
"That isn't what I said."
Radek nodded. "You called over the radio. I assumed--" He gasped as John licked again, his cheek accidentally rubbing against Radek's cock.
"You know what they say about assuming."
Radek started to ask what that had to do with anything -- when he understood. "Yes! Ass. You. Me."
"That's right. Ass." John put his hand on Radek's ass, and Radek helped by flipping over onto his stomach. "You. Me." There was a slight touch, then John's cock was pressing into him.
Radek closed his eyes and lost all train of thought, even when he felt John's hand on his back and heard him saying something about further exploration being required.
~~~
Radek, fascination
There has been one constant throughout his life, and it is that he has always been fascinated by anything related to engineering. As a boy, he would take apart anything that could be taken apart -- the more mechanical, the better. If left without any machine to disassemble he would make do with the non-mechanical. He'd learnt to cook because the process of putting together ingredients to create something new had fascinated him. He'd learnt to sew for the same reason -- though he'd first had to put his mother's sewing machine back together.
The opportunity to travel the universe and play with utterly new, alien, advanced forms of engineering had been simple question. He hadn't had to think about whether or not he should say yes. He'd said yes, he'd packed his bag, then he'd stepped into the stargate and found himself with more than he could possibly learn.
It was easy to understand why he didn't sleep. Even when he got back to his quarters with the intention of doing so, there were enough things on his desk that he always ended up sitting there trying to dissect them.
Usually he woke up at his desk, the imprint of *something* on his face. He'd learned how to rub those impressions away as a teenager, when he wanted to sit down to breakfast without his mother knowing he'd never made it to bed. Again.
He thinks there will never be enough time in a day, or days in a lifetime, to unravel every mystery there is to find. Which is as it should be, else the next generation of engineers would have nothing to do. But Radek finds himself frantic, sometimes, that he explore as much as possible. The thought of putting it down and walking away and doing *anything* else is so abhorrent that he doesn't understand how non-engineers can possibly function.
Radek sits in his lab, the guts of yet another he-doesn't-know-what spread out on the worktable in front of him. He wants to put it together and find out what it does. Only he doesn't know where any of the bits go, yet, because they discovered it in a bin in pieces. Perhaps they don't go together, and it was a waste bin. Perhaps they are all extra parts, or broken parts, or.... But they *feel* as though they go together, so Radek is determined to try.
His hand shakes ever so slightly as he reaches out for the largest, curved piece. It has several small sockets in it, which may or may not be matched by the other pieces. He will try them all, in every combination he can. His stomach grumbles, and he thinks that maybe he should get a cup of coffee. He glances over and sees the clear pot -- it is nearly empty. Dregs, then, and no doubt cold.
Radek forgets the coffee and forages through the array of mechanical bits to find one that might work.
~~~
Radek, freezer
"Only you, McKay." Radek rubbed his arms in a futile attempt to warm himself. he knew it was futile, but it was that or reaching over and smacking McKay. Hard.
"I am not the only person in the world..er, galaxy - er, there are a *lot* of people back on Earth who do this very same thing. It wouldn't be in so many movies otherwise."
Radek raised his eyebrow. "Name five."
"What?" McKay looked surprised and confused -- which was a better look on him than 'freezing'. "Um..uh.. there was that one.. DIdn't Rocky get locked in a freezer?"
"He worked out in meat locker," Radek pointed out. "Not the same thing."
"Right, right. Uh.. oh. Well, the Thunderbirds live action movie. But..um, not that I saw it." McKay looked embarrassed. Radek knew the Thunderbirds tv show, of course, but had not heard of a live action movie.
"That is one," he said, willing to grant that McKay was right since he couldn't disprove it.
"Well, there's.. no, that was a bank vault. Look, it happens a *lot*, OK?"
"Only you," Radek repeated, "could go to Atlantis, learn to fight Wraith, discover half a dozen new technologies -- and I am not counting the redilizer, that is *boring* technology, so only six not seven -- and even learn how to reprogram Ancient computer systems so they actually work without crashing. And still get yourself and innocent bystander locked in a freezer."
McKay was giving him a very dry look. It was difficult not to grin at him -- so Radek did. Widely.
"This is *not* my--" He stopped before Radek was forced to point out that it was, in fact, very much McKay's fault. "It's perfectly understandable! There wasn't a sign saying 'warning, freezer, do not enter'."
There was a pause.
"At least not in English."
Radek nodded. "Now, maybe you listen to me when I say 'what is that sign?'"
"I notice you followed me in here readily enough."
Radek snorted. "And let you discover wondrous new technology by yourself? Hardly."
McKay looked smug -- smug as he could while shivering. "Ha. Knew it."
"At least when you followed me into strange, alien room, it turned out to be bordello." Radek sighed.
~~~
Radek, audience (AIYM universe)
He's an audience of one, far different from all the times they have gathered to watch Dr. Beckett walk them through some new repair. But he still feels that odd sense of the world being tilted one its side.
The item Beckett is working on *almost* makes sense, to Radek. He can follow the lines of its circuitry, see very clearly where two ends should be set together. But it is Beckett whose hands are moving across the tiny machine, picking up pieces and setting them aside as he names and explains each one.
Radek can see the hesitation, hear the way Beckett is repeating words he doesn't quite understand. As soon as he's said them, though, Radek feels as though *he* understands.
He wishes, again, that he had been the one chosen. There is something out of balance about this, a geneticist being the one to learn the ins and outs of the Atlantean machines. If anyone should be conducting the repairs, it should be someone who *wants* to learn every facet of every machine in the city.
He tells himself that the fact that Beckett's eyes never seem to light up anymore is not part of it.
McKay, porn
There are a lot of unexpected things about being in a city formerly-known-as-mythological. Little things like running out of shaving cream and not being able to go buy more. Like realising he'd missed the release of the new Star Wars. Like not being able to google anything because Google's webservers only exist back on Earth. Little things which seem to exist primarily to make this whole going to Atlantis event slightly less than perfect.
But McKay likes other things, and he thinks they make up for it all. They even make up for the Wraith.
He sits down at his laptop and opens up his email. There is not a single, solitary piece of spam. He grins like a loon, cackling as he looks at his inbox. He may never get to help some poor fleeing refuge from Africa steal millions from a dead politician, and his penis may be doomed to remain the same size (to be precise, to retain its range of sizes), but he's fine with that. He finds that it is, in fact, a pretty damn good way to live.
He does miss the internet porn, though.
~~~
Rodney, snow
He misses snow. He misses a lot of things about Earth, not the least of which is being there. None of which he'd give up having come here for.
But he misses snow. He's always lived someplace that has it. Canada, Russia, Antarctica. You'd think he'd be tired of it by now. But he misses it, despite the fact he's never really loved snow. It's just always been part of his life, until now.
The ocean doesn't make up for it. The home made of metal and the green, warm planets they visit, and the computers and gadgets that distract him for weeks on end.
None of them make him feel like he's home, and he knows it's because there is no snow.
"Rodney? You coming back to bed?"
He turns, and he forces himself to smile. "In a minute."
There are things he'd never trade being here, for. But he wishes there was just a little bit of snow. Once in a while.
When he goes back to bed and crawls under blankets to find a pair of warm arms pulling him close, he is ashamed to realise that he is still left wanting.
~~~
Radek, bound
He sees Rodney lift his head and give him a querying look. Radek has no idea which of the five urgent things Rodney might be curious about -- but he is fairly sure he cannot predict what Rodney will ask.
He is correct, for Rodney's question was none of the five.
"What *is* that?" he asks.
Radek lifts an eyebrow at him. He needs a little more context before he can answer, because every item in his hands and in his vicinity are ones Rodney should certainly be able to identify.
"What you were singing," Rodney elaborates. Without sarcasm, which makes Radek think there is something quite significant happening.
Other than the obvious.
He wonders if Rodney wants a literal translation, or if the gist will do. He thinks about how much time they have for idle conversation, and decides the gist will do. "It is an old song. Um. The main line is about 'bound for glory' and how it only ever comes with death.'"
Rodney is giving him a very sardonic look, now. Radek waits, patiently.
"And this is what you sing while I'm washing you?"
Radek shrugs. "I sing in the shower." His tone very clearly says 'so deal with it.'
But Rodney looks up at him, still, and is not making any move to continue with the soapy washcloth on Radek's legs. "You're singing about *death*? I'm pretty sure I'm insulted."
So Radek sighs, and waggles his half-hard cock at Rodney. "It is metaphor. Like in the French--"
"Well, why didn't you just ask for a blowjob?" Rodney asks, and before Radek can respond, he has Rodney's mouth on his cock.
~~~
Carson, fear
It's nearly one am and there is only a bit of light streaming in the window from the moon. The sound of thunder echoes dimly; the storm is mild, even compared to the one which nearly destroyed them. The lightning barely makes an impact on the shadows on the bedroom walls.
Carson is lying awake, not because of the storm, nor because of the knowledge that members of their expedition are, once again, far off and away in this distant galaxy. He knows they are probably safe as houses, curled up on cots or on straw mattresses or their own military-issue bedrolls.
He doesn't know how soundly they're sleeping, but it's a fair bet he will hear all about the discomfort, later, after the team has returned. Rodney's complaints about the basic luxuries of life are in predictable proportion to how dangerous or boring the trip was. Carson is hoping to hear an hour's worth of detailed irritation about the straw and lack of hot shower.
But it isn't his worry that keeps him awake. He could close his eyes and drift off, knowing that the sooner he slept the sooner he would wake and the closer to their return they would be. His fear for their safety does not keep him restless.
Carson rolls over, pulling the blanket around him. The bed is far too large for a single person after a lifetime of sleeping alone. There are pillows stacked around him and he knows he could hold them close, pretending his arms are draped over a body. But of course he knows better; this is the lack which keeps him awake.
There is a soft sound as the door clicks closed, then the sound of confident footfalls on the carpeted floor. Carson finds himself smiling and he moves over, drawing the blankets back. The bed dips down and there is Radek, snuggling in close and pressing his mouth to Carson's neck.
"Sometimes I think you might forget you live here now," he says quietly, because they both know he's been lying awake, waiting for Radek to remember to leave the lab.
"I could not," Radek says, and he presses another kiss to Carson's cheek. "You have all my clothes here."
Carson laughs, and the tendrils of fear burn away. He knows there is no chance Radek will choose, someday, to end this. But late at night when he's alone with nothing but his thoughts and the rain -- he finds himself fearing, anyway.
~~~
Radek, exploration
"This is not what I thought you meant," Radek said, gasping with every other word.
"I said," John paused, licked again, then continued speaking, "three was a scientific exploration to be conducted." He dipped his head down, licked the inside of Radek's thigh.
"I thought...you..oh..." Radek stopped to catch his breath. "You mean exploring the city."
He looked down to see John smile. It was a very wicked smile and made Radek's cock twitch. It was impossible for it to get any harder, of course.
"That isn't what I said."
Radek nodded. "You called over the radio. I assumed--" He gasped as John licked again, his cheek accidentally rubbing against Radek's cock.
"You know what they say about assuming."
Radek started to ask what that had to do with anything -- when he understood. "Yes! Ass. You. Me."
"That's right. Ass." John put his hand on Radek's ass, and Radek helped by flipping over onto his stomach. "You. Me." There was a slight touch, then John's cock was pressing into him.
Radek closed his eyes and lost all train of thought, even when he felt John's hand on his back and heard him saying something about further exploration being required.
~~~
Radek, fascination
There has been one constant throughout his life, and it is that he has always been fascinated by anything related to engineering. As a boy, he would take apart anything that could be taken apart -- the more mechanical, the better. If left without any machine to disassemble he would make do with the non-mechanical. He'd learnt to cook because the process of putting together ingredients to create something new had fascinated him. He'd learnt to sew for the same reason -- though he'd first had to put his mother's sewing machine back together.
The opportunity to travel the universe and play with utterly new, alien, advanced forms of engineering had been simple question. He hadn't had to think about whether or not he should say yes. He'd said yes, he'd packed his bag, then he'd stepped into the stargate and found himself with more than he could possibly learn.
It was easy to understand why he didn't sleep. Even when he got back to his quarters with the intention of doing so, there were enough things on his desk that he always ended up sitting there trying to dissect them.
Usually he woke up at his desk, the imprint of *something* on his face. He'd learned how to rub those impressions away as a teenager, when he wanted to sit down to breakfast without his mother knowing he'd never made it to bed. Again.
He thinks there will never be enough time in a day, or days in a lifetime, to unravel every mystery there is to find. Which is as it should be, else the next generation of engineers would have nothing to do. But Radek finds himself frantic, sometimes, that he explore as much as possible. The thought of putting it down and walking away and doing *anything* else is so abhorrent that he doesn't understand how non-engineers can possibly function.
Radek sits in his lab, the guts of yet another he-doesn't-know-what spread out on the worktable in front of him. He wants to put it together and find out what it does. Only he doesn't know where any of the bits go, yet, because they discovered it in a bin in pieces. Perhaps they don't go together, and it was a waste bin. Perhaps they are all extra parts, or broken parts, or.... But they *feel* as though they go together, so Radek is determined to try.
His hand shakes ever so slightly as he reaches out for the largest, curved piece. It has several small sockets in it, which may or may not be matched by the other pieces. He will try them all, in every combination he can. His stomach grumbles, and he thinks that maybe he should get a cup of coffee. He glances over and sees the clear pot -- it is nearly empty. Dregs, then, and no doubt cold.
Radek forgets the coffee and forages through the array of mechanical bits to find one that might work.
~~~
Radek, freezer
"Only you, McKay." Radek rubbed his arms in a futile attempt to warm himself. he knew it was futile, but it was that or reaching over and smacking McKay. Hard.
"I am not the only person in the world..er, galaxy - er, there are a *lot* of people back on Earth who do this very same thing. It wouldn't be in so many movies otherwise."
Radek raised his eyebrow. "Name five."
"What?" McKay looked surprised and confused -- which was a better look on him than 'freezing'. "Um..uh.. there was that one.. DIdn't Rocky get locked in a freezer?"
"He worked out in meat locker," Radek pointed out. "Not the same thing."
"Right, right. Uh.. oh. Well, the Thunderbirds live action movie. But..um, not that I saw it." McKay looked embarrassed. Radek knew the Thunderbirds tv show, of course, but had not heard of a live action movie.
"That is one," he said, willing to grant that McKay was right since he couldn't disprove it.
"Well, there's.. no, that was a bank vault. Look, it happens a *lot*, OK?"
"Only you," Radek repeated, "could go to Atlantis, learn to fight Wraith, discover half a dozen new technologies -- and I am not counting the redilizer, that is *boring* technology, so only six not seven -- and even learn how to reprogram Ancient computer systems so they actually work without crashing. And still get yourself and innocent bystander locked in a freezer."
McKay was giving him a very dry look. It was difficult not to grin at him -- so Radek did. Widely.
"This is *not* my--" He stopped before Radek was forced to point out that it was, in fact, very much McKay's fault. "It's perfectly understandable! There wasn't a sign saying 'warning, freezer, do not enter'."
There was a pause.
"At least not in English."
Radek nodded. "Now, maybe you listen to me when I say 'what is that sign?'"
"I notice you followed me in here readily enough."
Radek snorted. "And let you discover wondrous new technology by yourself? Hardly."
McKay looked smug -- smug as he could while shivering. "Ha. Knew it."
"At least when you followed me into strange, alien room, it turned out to be bordello." Radek sighed.
~~~
Radek, audience (AIYM universe)
He's an audience of one, far different from all the times they have gathered to watch Dr. Beckett walk them through some new repair. But he still feels that odd sense of the world being tilted one its side.
The item Beckett is working on *almost* makes sense, to Radek. He can follow the lines of its circuitry, see very clearly where two ends should be set together. But it is Beckett whose hands are moving across the tiny machine, picking up pieces and setting them aside as he names and explains each one.
Radek can see the hesitation, hear the way Beckett is repeating words he doesn't quite understand. As soon as he's said them, though, Radek feels as though *he* understands.
He wishes, again, that he had been the one chosen. There is something out of balance about this, a geneticist being the one to learn the ins and outs of the Atlantean machines. If anyone should be conducting the repairs, it should be someone who *wants* to learn every facet of every machine in the city.
He tells himself that the fact that Beckett's eyes never seem to light up anymore is not part of it.