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06 September 2010 @ 12:20 am
Argh, stalled!  
I'm feeling a bit stalled. Hm.

Anyone up for another round of prompts-and-ficlets? Um, just to switch it up this time, give me a pairing or character and some song lyrics or a quote or something and I'll give you some sort of something back. Yeah.

ETA: Feel free to keep prompt things coming, even though I've posted something since adding this, My plan is to keep writing things until Virus'verse 5 stops being such a jerk and lets me keep going. Right now I feel like it's stonewalling me. Ugh.
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broms_lullabybroms_lullaby on September 6th, 2010 04:46 am (UTC)
John/Cam or John/Lorne, "And fighting time so hard I pray
that this moment lasts forever.
And will the world stay standing still at least for me.
Through my eyes stare into me.
I bear my heart for all to see.
With my face turned to the sun there ever standing still."

From 'Standing' by VNV Nation http://vnvnation.com/Webfiles/lyrics/standing.htm

Also, check out their other songs, they have a lot of awesome lines that would work well as fic promts. I would use them myself, but I totally fail at writing well...
Kisomehowunbroken on September 6th, 2010 06:26 am (UTC)
Three days won’t be enough and John knows it before he steps through the wormhole, but it’s all he can get, all he’s allowed for now, so he takes it with a fake smile. Three days won’t be anywhere near enough, and he can feel it aching in his bones when he arrives on the other side of the Gate and sees Cam smiling at him from across the room.

He hasn’t been Earthside in nearly a year, and now he’s only got three days, and he has to dance around regs and laws that prohibit this, anyway, and fuck, he shouldn’t have even come because it’s going to be torture to pack up and leave again. He’s ready to turn around and go back to Atlantis before he remembers that, no, that’s not how wormholes work. He hears the sound of the puddle disappearing behind him and sighs, walking down the ramp.

“Hey,” Cam greets him, slapping him on the back like they’re buddies or something, like they’re friends.

“Hey,” John forces back, pasting on a grin that he knows isn’t fooling Cam but he hopes is enough for the SFs in the room to buy. “So, how’s Earth been?”

“Haven’t gotten her blown up yet,” is Cam’s cheery reply as he steers John through the room to the infirmary, where he’ll get his second medical checkup in as many hours. “How about that flying city of yours?”

“Same,” John says, and it’s all he can get out.

“You staying on base this trip?” Cam asks while Lam has one of those tongue depressors stuck halfway down his throat and a light shining in his mouth, looking for God-knows-what. It’s part of the song, part of the dance; Cam knows damn well John’s going home with him tonight.

“Probably,” John shrugs when Lam takes the stick out of his mouth. Cam grins.

“We’re on stand-down for a week,” Cam offers, like he hadn’t planned it that way, like he doesn’t already know, and John’s so tired of having to go through this bullshit. “I’ve got a couch that’s far more comfortable than base housing.”

John shrugs again. “If you’ve got football on your DVR and some beer, I’m in.”

Cam claps him on the shoulder. “Let me get my keys.”

Cam lives close to the Mountain, and John’s always teetered between grateful (close enough to get there quickly) and cautious (close enough to get caught), but tonight he’s quite in favor of it. They’re barely in the door before John’s reaching out and pulling himself close to Cam, wrapping his arms around the other man and breathing deeply. Cam’s arms fold him up tightly, and John doesn’t even realize how badly he’s shaking until Cam asks, “What’s wrong?”

John has to take a few deep breaths before he answers. He’s still clinging to Cam, still can’t let go and step away, so he just speaks softly right into Cam’s ear. “I shouldn’t have come.”

He has this habit of saying the wrong thing, using the wrong words to express himself, but Cam’s got this counter-habit of understanding what he means to say instead of the words he uses, so it’s a good thing they found each other. “I’m glad you did,” Cam tells him softly, keeping his arms wound around John’s back.

“I won’t be able to leave.”

“You will,” Cam replies, and John’s not sure if it’s a promise or not, but it sounds like it is so he goes with it.

“I won’t want to. I already don’t.”

“I know,” Cam says, and somehow, they’re both holding on tighter. “I know.”
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Gaffsie: John/Cam - missing yougaffsie on September 6th, 2010 08:09 am (UTC)
John/Cam (or John/Ronon, if you're into that), Secret Heart.

This very secret
That you're trying to conceal
Is the very same one
That You're dying to reveal
Go tell him how you feel

Secret heart come out and share it
This loneliness, few can bear it
Could it have something to do with
Admitting that you just can't go through it alone?

Edited at 2010-09-06 08:10 am (UTC)
Kisomehowunbroken on September 7th, 2010 02:20 am (UTC)
This is sort of from the kids'verse.
“Does he know?”

Cam jumped at the voice and grabbed for his keyboard, trying to nonchalantly act as if he hadn’t been staring at his screen without doing anything for the past ten minutes or so.

“Sam,” he breathed once he got his heartbeat back under control. “You startled me.”

“Sorry,” she smiled, completely unapologetic as she slid into the seat in Cam’s office. “Does he?”

Cam’s heart rate picked back up as he glanced at Sam, at his computer screen, and back at Sam. She was giving him that impossibly blue-eyed stare, the one that made him feel like he was six years old again and being asked who’d taken the nickel out of the church plate. He tried to cover anyway, leaning back in a mockery of nonchalance. “Does who know what?”

Sam rolled her eyes and gestured to the back of his monitor. “I know what you’re doing, Cam. Or, should I say, what you’ve been trying to do for the last hour or so.”

Cam blinked. “It’s been an hour?” He knew he was caught as soon as he said it; Sam’s smile widened, and she leaned back in her own chair, preening like a cat. Cam sighed in defeat. “No.”

“Cam,” and now her voice was the epitome of caring, the voice of a friend who knows better than you do. “Write the email. Send it.”

“I can’t.” He closed his eyes and rubbed at them, shoulders dropping. “I’ve been sitting here for God-knows-how-long, and I just don’t know how to say it.”

Sam’s voice was teasing now. “It’s three words, Cam. I think you probably know which ones they are.”

Cam half-smiled, the corners of his mouth tilting up. “I’ve never said them, though,” he admitted, and Sam tilted her head, surprised. “To my momma and daddy, sure. But never to someone who – meant something to me.”

Sam smiled at him sympathetically and reached across the desk to squeeze his hand as she stood. “Say it some other way, then,” she suggested. “The two of you – you’re funny, you’re smart, you’re clearly over the moon about each other, for all that the rest of us don’t get it.” She rolled her eyes. “Find something to say and say it. I’ll stall General Landry for you, but I can probably only buy you half an hour, tops.”

“Thanks,” he said as she left, returning to his task of staring at the screen and not writing.

He started something, erased it, wrote it again, deleted it again. Finally, with four minutes to spare, Cam dashed out the truest thing he could think of, checked it through to make sure he hadn’t mistyped anything, and hit send. He watched as the email sat in his outbox for another two minutes, and then, with a cheery little sound, it was gone.

From: cam.mitchell@sgc.af.mil
To: john.sheppard@sgc.af.mil
Subject: Your weekly status report from the Milky Way

I’m hoping that none of this is a surprise to you by this point, but I figured I should let you know that I think you’re absolutely amazing, incredibly hot, and I’m stupid in love with you.

Also, they officially repealed DADT as of yesterday, so stop hyperventilating. Neither of us is about to lose our job.

There’s other news but none of it’s important. Come Earthside after the New Year. I’ll tell you then.


The next databurst was, as usual, two weeks form that date, and Cam found himself once again not doing anything important as he waited for the dial-in. He heard the klaxons start and tried not to drum his fingers on his desk. His inbox filled up, mostly with mission reports, but right there, the last thing tacked on (timestamped three minutes ago, in fact) was a reply.

From: john.sheppard@sgc.af.mil
To: cam.mitchell@sgc.af.mil
Subject: news from pegasus

same here. always.

i’ll be home on the third. and now we don’t have to make excuses for why i never get a hotel room.


Cam’s smile stayed with him for the rest of the day.
Re: This is sort of from the kids'verse. - gaffsie on September 7th, 2010 12:13 pm (UTC) (Expand)
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fyreflyfyrefly101 on September 6th, 2010 10:16 am (UTC)
I guess I kinda want to play too:


Do you want the truth or something beautiful?
Just close your eyes and make believe
Do you want the truth or something beautiful?
I am happy to deceive you

Sacred lies and telling tales
I can be who you want me to be
But do you want me?

Paloma Faith; Do You Want the Truth or Something Beautiful?
(full lyrics here, if you want: http://www.metrolyrics.com/do-you-want-the-truth-or-something-beautiful-lyrics-paloma-faith.html)
Kisomehowunbroken on September 7th, 2010 03:23 am (UTC)
He doesn’t want this, never asked for this, but now it’s here and in front of him and there’s no taking it back, no pretending the last few years haven’t happened, no acting like everything’s the same as it always was. And it’s hard, kind of, because they’re both so broken that it shouldn’t matter but it does, it does, God it does, more than anything. And the words have been said, they’ve been put out there and he’s a little hollow, because they’ve been stuffed inside him for so long that they’ve left a little space behind.

And the look on Cam’s face isn’t helping, isn’t making it better, because all he wants is for those words to be repeated, to be said back to him, and the look he’s getting isn’t saying that, it’s saying shock and surprise and unexpected. It’s not saying no, but it’s not saying yes either, and suddenly he just wants an answer either way, wants to know so he can move on, so he’s not stuck here stagnant, waiting for movement, waiting for anything.

He’s nervous, he’s scared more than he’s ever been scared before but he stands there, forces himself to be still for what feels like solid hours, but he can hear the seconds ticking and knows it’s not that long, not really. His heart is racing like he’s prepping for a fight, adrenaline coursing through him, and he distantly thinks fight or flight and forces himself to stay, to stand, to breathe in and out slowly and smoothly, to keep his face impassive and give nothing away. Give nothing else away.

And Cam’s still just standing there, no movement other than his repeated blinking, long lashes not quite sweeping his cheeks, and suddenly he has to go, doesn’t want his answer, won’t be able to bear the crushing weight of rejection, of having his battered and bruised and taped-together self thrown back at him, told he’s not good enough by yet another lover, because he can already hear it drawled in that smooth tenor, slightly sad, slightly bitter, I’m sorry, it’s not you, it’s me, and all the other pretty bullshit that goes with it.

He doesn’t say anything, just turns to leave, and he’s three steps towards the door before Cam’s tugging on his arm, spinning him around, pressing their mouths together in a way that’s bizarrely hesitant, weirdly sweet, considering what they’d been doing before he’d had his little outburst. Cam presses tiny little kisses to his lips, over and over and over, and he feels himself relaxing, feels the tension drain out of his body as he meets Cam kiss for kiss, gentle, sweet, lovely.

“You know,” Cam breathes against his lips, his ears, his cheeks, “I never expected you to work up the nerve to say it.” And he has to laugh, because it had nothing to do with nerve and more to do with not being able to keep it in any more, with the pressure building inside him until he had to let it out, had to say the words, had to tell Cam the absolute honest truth, like he’d never told it to anyone before, nobody, never. He kisses Cam again, still feather-soft, and Cam kisses him back, then presses their foreheads together. He closes his eyes and there’s a soft smile on his face, like he’s so happy he can’t stop it from spreading across his face.

“God, John, I love you too.”

Edited at 2010-09-07 04:52 am (UTC)
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clwilson2006: KAV Cowboyclwilson2006 on September 6th, 2010 10:35 am (UTC)
I don't need to do this do I???
if you get to the end of everybody else and still want to keep going here is a visual prompt.


or failing that some of my usual smut is always good!
Kisomehowunbroken on September 6th, 2010 05:05 pm (UTC)

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sherry57sherry57 on September 6th, 2010 04:00 pm (UTC)
John/Evan John/Cam Random ideas and thoughts;
*A holiday in Winter, cut off in chalet in snow
*Car accident
*Training newbies
*Spy in their midst
sherry57sherry57 on September 6th, 2010 04:02 pm (UTC)
Sorry, just re-read and hadn't paid attention to song lyrics/quote part!!

I'll get back to you later on that - off to look up lyrics to some fav music!!!
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sherry57sherry57 on September 6th, 2010 04:22 pm (UTC)
Another one;

Only You lyrics

Looking from the window above
It's like a story of love
Can you hear me?
Came back only yesterday
Who went further away
Want you near me

All I needed was the love you gave
All I needed for another day
And all I ever knew
Only you
sherry57sherry57 on September 6th, 2010 04:27 pm (UTC)
Just one last one from Joshua Radin;

I'd Rather Be With You lyrics

Sitting here, on this lonely dock
Watch the rain play on the ocean top
All the things I feel I need to say
I can't explain in any other way

I need to be bold
Need to jump in the cold water
Need to grow older with a girl like you
Finally see you are naturally
The one to make it so easy
When you show me the truth
Yeah, I'd rather be with you
Say you want the same thing too

Now here's the sun, come to dry the rain
Warm my shoulders and relieve my pain
You're the one thing that I'm missing here
With you beside me I no longer fear

Replacing of course 'girl' with 'boy'. As always, the pairings I always like are John with Cam or Evan or Ronon. I don't know if any of the lyrics will provide inspiration. Just throwing them at you in case they might!
Kisomehowunbroken on September 8th, 2010 10:19 pm (UTC)
Well, you asked for John with Cam or Evan, and since you gave me multiple prompts... :D

It felt silly, John decided as they walked down the beach, pants rolled to their knees and shoes in hand. This was a scene from some sort of romance novel, the lovers from the cover and their happy ending, walking off into the sunset. They weren’t like that, not even close, and he wasn’t sure that they’d get that happy ending, or if he even deserved one.

Glancing over at the man walking beside him, though, made him grin and decide that he wanted it, even if he might not deserve it. Cam was smiling widely, watching the tide roll in and erase their footprints from the sand time and time again. The water was warm, and John let it wash around his ankles, cleaning the sand from his feet.

John wasn’t sure what it was that made him open his mouth, made him start talking. He blamed the romance-novel setting. “I’m leaving.”

Cam’s smile instantly dropped from his face, replaced by a more guarded expression as he whipped his head to face John. “What?”

“No,” John said hastily. “That’s – okay, starting again. I’m retiring.”

Cam’s expression relaxed. “Retiring,” he repeated.

John had been thinking about it, on and off, since the Wraith had officially been declared a non-issue earlier that year. His battle was fought, and it was high time he stepped back and let Lorne have his day at the top. John no longer felt the need to save the galaxy on a semi-weekly basis. That could be someone else’s job now. He hadn’t realized he’d come to a decision until the words were spoken aloud, but he realized that he was done, really done, as soon as they were in the air. “Yeah.”

Cam traced a line in the sand with his foot, staring absently out over the water. It was the end of their impromptu vacation, the first they’d ever been allowed to take together, and it had been nice, just the two of them and beach and beer and sex for two glorious, uninterrupted weeks. “What’ll you do?”

John shrugged. “Buy a Cessna and take tourists up. Consult for the SGC. Write a how-to manual for killing life-sucking space vampires, no garlic or crosses needed. It doesn’t matter.”

Cam half-smiled, still staring out over the water. “Sounds nice.”

“I’d like to stay close to the Mountain, though,” John hedged, unnerved by Cam’s refusal to meet his eyes. “I still have connections there. I wouldn’t want to get too far away.”

Cam’s mouth widened into a full smile. “Connections,” he drawled.

“I’d hate to leave Walter hanging,” John shot back, starting to get seriously freaked, bringing out the sarcasm as a sort of defense. Cam laughed softly and turned to him, grabbing his free hand.

“Move in with me.”

It was what John had been working towards, what he wanted, but he was still caught off-guard by it. His face broke into a surprised smile, tone softening. “Yeah?”

“Definitely,” Cam replied, drawing closer and giving him a kiss. “You’ll need someone to spell-check that how-to book for you. I can probably be talked into doing it.”

“I’m sure I could think of a way,” John said, smiling and leaning in to kiss Cam again. “I’m very inventive.”

“Oh, I know,” Cam said with a laugh. “I’m counting on it.”
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sherry57sherry57 on September 6th, 2010 06:11 pm (UTC)
Just a little quotation from Albert Camus,

Do not walk in front of me, I may not follow.
Do not walk behind me, I may not lead.
Walk beside me and be my friend.
mackenziesmommamackenziesmomma on September 7th, 2010 07:19 am (UTC)
Okay because I'm curious to see what you can come up with...

Character: Lorne

Song lyrics: "I Go Back" by Kenny Chesney

I go back to the smell of an old gym floor
The taste of salt on the Carolina shore
After graduation and drinkin goodbye to friends
And I go back to watchin summer fade to fall
Growin up too fast and I do recall
Wishin time would stop right in its tracks
Everytime I hear that song, I go back, I go back
Kisomehowunbroken on September 8th, 2010 04:25 am (UTC)
(In my personal canon, Parrish is from South Carolina. Just FYI.)

Everything about the place reminds him of David, and it’s sharp and painful and bittersweet, because they always talked about coming here but never made it. And now, now he’s here with David’s family, and they’re looking at him like they want to know why a Lieutenant Colonel in the Air Force is delivering the bad news about their botanist brother and son, and he can’t say because we worked together and he can’t say because I loved him, so he offers the insincere-sounding platitudes he’s been told to give and stands to leave.

David’s mother catches him by the arm. “Colonel,” she says, and her face is kind, under all of the broken bits that he’d put there, telling her missing in action and seven weeks. He looks down into that face and waits. “You’re the one he’s not allowed to tell us about, aren’t you?”

And Evan blinks, because he hadn’t known that David had told his family, just as he hadn’t realized how plainly it must be written across his face. He can only nod, and Marie Parrish pulls him into a hug and buries her head into the crook of his neck. She’s as short as David was – is – tall, and he wraps his arms around her easily as she whispers comforting, soothing words to him, and it feels right and wrong all at the same time because David was – is – her son, and she shouldn’t have to be comforting anyone right now.

“Come back inside,” she says finally, pulling back. “I’d like to know more about the man my son was crazy about.”

“He’s missing, not dead,” Evan says automatically, then winces. It’s become his mantra, what gets him through the day, and the rest of the personnel on Atlantis just give him sympathetic smiles when he says it now. Marie nods firmly, though, and leads him back into the family room.

They’re going through photo albums and laughing about swapped stories – carefully edited, on Evan’s part – when the radio in his ear bleeps. He stands, immediately at attention. “Lorne.”

“Colonel,” a voice responds. It’s one of the crew members from the Apollo, hovering in orbit, ready to beam him out. The young woman – Barnes? Bates? – sounds hesitant. “News from base.”

Base is code for Atlantis and Evan tenses, bracing for the news. They wouldn’t interrupt his meeting with David’s family unless…

“Proceed,” he says, as calmly as he can, and suddenly there’s another voice, energetic and overjoyed and familiar, and Evan staggers back as someone hands David a radio.

“Evan, my God, Evan,” and Evan can only laugh, too close to sobbing to try to speak, as there’s a quick flash of light and David is standing in front of him with a sheaf of papers.

“Nondisclosure forms for my family,” he says, dropping them to the floor and grabbing for Evan. “Oh my God, oh, Evan, oh.” Evan can only hold on to him tightly as David’s family swarms them, the prodigal son returned from the dead.

Everything here reminds him of David, but it’s happy and sweet and beautiful now, and Evan breathes a sigh of relief.
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