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List all the first lines of your fics and then have people write drabbles with the same first line.

Feel free to write something longer than a drabble. I feel the urge to demand non threesome smut from Julie. Han/Leia would be very welcome too. *whistles*


1. Without Jonas, they’d all be dead now.
2. He wakes up every night at 1:35 now.
3. You should've called.
4. She remembers now.
5. It’s like a prayer, moving your hands over her pale skin.
6. The ice cream melts the moment it enters the warm cavern of your mouth.
7. The asphalt made a soothing sound under the fast moving wheels of his truck, the monotonous noise giving him a false sense of detachment.
8. Smiling to herself, Sam closed the door carefully, trying not to make any noise.
9. Beneath him, her body was warm and supple, a stark contrast against lifeless and cold burdens he carried from the battlefield earlier today.
10. His past was currently standing face to face with his future.
11. Sam gazed down at the lake, watching as the softly rippling water reflected the alien sun. Its
12. Jack never thought that SG-1 would end this way.
13. The hot lingering summer warmth had driven them outside the house.
14. “What do you mean ‘we don’t have reservations’?”
15. Jack O’Neill took a deep breath.
16. There’s always been something alluring about sleep.
17. Jack swept the contents from the mantle piece.
18. “Shut up”
19. Oh yeah, this was definitely the best birthday ever, and it wasn’t even his.
20."Sam."
21. She’s broken now, just like him.

Yeah, I went nuts. I have a lot of fics *frowns*

Date: 2004-10-07 02:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] splash-the-cat.livejournal.com
He wakes up every night at 1:35 now.

Jack swears the damn kid is set like an atomic clock (and really, considering it's Carter's kid, would not surprise him).

And Carter is still sound asleep, curled next to him, face mushed into the sheets, hugging her pillow. He ruffles her hair and she doesn't even twitch. She's really taken to his "Oh, I'll handle night feedings" offer. A little too well, he grumbles as his feet hit the cold floor.

But he loves this. Loves (well, in the abstract) his daughter screaming in his ear as he tucks her against his shoulder and takes her downstairs to the kitchen, her tiny fist managing a firm hold in his hair. It's something he never had with Charlie, these moments late at night, fixing bottles and feeding his child in the dim light cast through the from the neighbor's floodlight.

She finishes fast (she eats like him) and promptly throws up on his shirt and falls asleep. He grins, switching her to the clean shoulder and heads back upstairs, wondering if he can talk Carter into figuring out some way to heat the tiled kitchen floor.

Date: 2004-10-08 11:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] debs7.livejournal.com
ohhhhhh. That was sooo incredibly gorgeous..

Date: 2004-10-11 03:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] besyd.livejournal.com
Priceless. Sweet. Gives me incredible warm fuzzies.

Thank you.

Don't ask me where it came from

Date: 2004-10-07 05:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] alliesings.livejournal.com
His past was currently standing face to face with his future. His friend and co-pilot for all those years was stroking her face and leaning down to meet her lips. Her face disappeared in his facial hair, and he wanted to look away, but morbid fascination froze him in place. Girlfriend-stealing, walking carpet!

"Hey! When you said you'd rather kiss a wookie, I didn't think you were serious!"

Re: Don't ask me where it came from

Date: 2004-10-07 06:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] alliesings.livejournal.com
Okay, yeah. Too weird, even for me, but yes I'm learning evilness from my flist ;) I might come back and do a couple more drabbles later, but I'm trying to write a Shep/Teyla fic at the moment.

Date: 2004-10-07 08:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] merriehaskell.livejournal.com
She remembers now.

But she doesn't say anything. How do you explain you just forgot something like this? And... Men! Men and their friendships: all those territories marked out in ways that no rational person can understand. She wonders, briefly, what it would be like if she could somehow see the invisible claims that only men can perceive.

Han is tense and still next to her, and if he's pretending to sleep, he's doing a very bad job of it.

"Look," she says finally, her breath coming out in an explosive puff of exasperation. "It was barely a kiss. It was for luck. And it wasn't even any good."

"All right," he says, sounding unconvinced, and still he doesn't unbend and curl around her.

Leia wishes she had gone for Jedi training after all. She'd levitate him right into the guest bed if she could.
From: [identity profile] evangeline1138.livejournal.com
There’s always been something alluring about sleep. Sleep, dreams, death. They commingled at night, though she never allowed it in the light of day. During the day she kept them separate, each in its own box.

She dreams now, and Han kisses her, crowding her into the small space she’s been working in as he caresses her hand. His nails are gritty, sheathed in grease and sweat, but all she can feel is the warmth that radiates from his touch, through her skin, lodging somewhere that causes a flush to spread across her body.

It’s morning again and she reaches frantically back into her dream state, but it’s gone now. She’s wide-awake and reality reasserts itself with a sharp pain that stabs through her. It’s like this every morning now, but she gets dressed and ignores the sound of blood rushing in her ears.

He’s walking away from her, but she’s powerless to stop him. She can’t find the words and she knows she’s hurting him, but nothing will come out. Just when she thinks she’s really lost him, he turns around and comes back to her. His arms pull her into him and she finally lets go, hot tears scalding her cheeks, his hands ruffling her hair as he awkwardly embraces her.

Rays of early morning sun touch her eyelids and she blinks, wondering where she is. Realization comes with a bitter aftertaste like air in the wake of a firefight. A firefight....

She rocks him, holding onto him fiercely, his eyes open but unseeing. Chewie stands a short distance away, his protective stance given way to grief as he watches her. Suddenly there is a flutter of movement, a breath in her ear.

“Leia?”

Pulling back, she stares at him, running her fingers over his forehead, down his cheek, trembling as they touch his lips.


For the first time since that day, she allows herself to dream past dawn, to morph the real and the surreal. And as she slips back down into the fantasy, it’s so intoxicating that she decides she won’t ever stop.
From: [identity profile] evangeline1138.livejournal.com
You wrote fic and posted it!

Whee! *dances* 'Twas terrifying, but totally worth it.

Thanks for the encouragement all along, sweetie. *smooch*

Re: Okay, now that I'm past the euphoria.

Date: 2004-10-08 04:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] evangeline1138.livejournal.com

Oh, you're so sweet, Jara. *squash* Such lovely fb!

Okay, this is why I love it.

And this is why I love you:

Snarky, yet sweet

Imaginative and creative

Loyal, but honest

Smart, flawed, real (much like my Sam)

Remember this: I'm counting on you to always keep me on my toes.... *holds up wine glass for a toast* Here's to dreams in all their glorious, infinite variety....

Re: *squees at your icon*

Date: 2004-10-08 10:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] evangeline1138.livejournal.com
Er, what? Why? How? *looks confused*

I love confusing you. *g*

Dude, I don't do alcohol.

Really?? The mind boggles....

With infinite you mean all possible different sexual positions, right? *g*

*smirk* Why does this question not surprise me?

Re: *squees at your icon*

Date: 2004-10-08 06:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] evangeline1138.livejournal.com
*eyes you* How can you not know this?

Yes, very odd. We discuss all manner of porn, yet I didn't know you don't imbibe. Huh. Go figure.
ext_18106: (Hammond what would you like)
From: [identity profile] lyssie.livejournal.com
*pets the angst* I may have to indulge in really *happy* fic at some point.

Mwahahaha. This? Is nice. Poor Leia...

Of course, with the Force (and this is only from half-remembered canon, I think), can't she... subsist in her own mini-reality while her body wastes away? Or is that wrong...

Heh.
From: [identity profile] evangeline1138.livejournal.com
Thanks, Lyss.

Of course, with the Force (and this is only from half-remembered canon, I think), can't she... subsist in her own mini-reality while her body wastes away? Or is that wrong...

I can't remember all that much of canon myself at the moment, but that sounds like a reasonable assumption. However, I've been thinking too much about angst lately and I refuse to contemplate it any further at the moment. I *will* contemplate angst if it involves OT5 and smut, though. Did you finish it, did you finish it?? *goes to check*
ext_18106: (aliensexfiend Jool)
From: [identity profile] lyssie.livejournal.com
no, but I'm working on it now... It has a title, too....

*stillcan'tbelieveshe'swritingafrellingorgy*
From: [identity profile] evangeline1138.livejournal.com
*snort* Perfect title, too.

*waits patiently for fic and rereads S/J briefing table smut*
From: [identity profile] heidiweidel.livejournal.com
It's simply wonderful. Beautiful. You need never fear posting again. The imagery is lovely...I felt like I was there and could slip into being Leia so easily (I've never imagined myself as her before this). Wow!
From: [identity profile] evangeline1138.livejournal.com
Thanks, Heids. That means a lot to me. *hugs*

Date: 2004-10-09 02:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nostalgia-lj.livejournal.com
Jack never thought that SG-1 would end this way. Any minute now he was going to wake up and he wouldn't be in Kinsey's office and that folder wouldn't be lying on the desk between them like a manilla tombstone.

"I fucked up," he said, mostly because he liked the irony of telling the truth.

Kinsey snorted a laugh and took another drink of brandy. "You fucked Major Carter, Jack. Though I have to say I expected you to be smart enough not to get caught doing it. Maybe you missed that part when they were training you for special ops."

There was going to be a deal made here, and it wasn't going to be good for the SGC. They'd get to spend a lot more time at his cabin. That was pretty much the only brights side he could find here. He'd never really thought he'd be the thing to break up SG-1.

Yeah, any minute now he would wake up.

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