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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.”
fyreflyfyrefly101 on September 6th, 2010 10:00 am (UTC)

Definitely makes me want to wrap them up, and make it all ok.

Nicely done .
Kisomehowunbroken on September 6th, 2010 05:04 pm (UTC)
Thanks :)
saphirablue on September 6th, 2010 05:18 pm (UTC)
Oh boy, this breaking my heart! *hugs them both so much that they can't breathe*
Kisomehowunbroken on September 6th, 2010 08:42 pm (UTC)
I'm sure they appreciate it :)
ninja007ninja007 on October 1st, 2010 02:40 am (UTC)
Oh, those poor boys.

Loved the ficlet. I could feel John's sorrow, desire and love for Cam...

Kisomehowunbroken on October 1st, 2010 04:22 am (UTC)
Thanks. Our poor boys have it tough :(