thegrrrl2002 | Ficlet time

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I'm so proud of myself, I finished up a couple of the requested ficlets! Three, to be exact.

First, a Stargate SG-1 fic for

nostalgia_lj, who wanted Jack ~~don't we all~~, and the ~~bizarre~~ line "I hate cake".

Dessert

"But I don't like cake," Jack said, gazing sadly upon row after rows of cake slices, all perfect triangles, lying slumped on one side. "I hate cake."

Myrna nodded. "Sorry sir, but that's all we have."

Jack could see her eyes flick over to Daniel, and he knew what she was thinking, that he was one damn whiny-assed general. But hey, he was in charge, he should get what he wanted, and he wanted dessert. "Pie. Is that too much to ask for? I like pie. And ice cream. Ice cream with pie on top."

"I think they need me in the kitchen sir." Myrna backed away, slowly.

They carried their trays over a an empty table, Jack's with one lonely ham sandwich, and Daniel's, laden with chicken, mashed potatoes, string beans, and two pieces of cake. "How can you not like cake?" Daniel asked as he began his lunch with a mouthful of said cake. "It's good. It's--cake."

"It's yellow," Jack pointed out. He enjoyed watching Daniel's brows flit about as he tried to parse the comment. "Don't eat yellow snow."

Daniel's brows froze in mid-twitch. "Which has what to with--never mind, I don't want to know." He continued with his cake, scooping up another forkful and shoveling it into his mouth.

"Pie, now that's a dessert. Apple pie. Cherry pie. Even pecan pie. But not Boston cream pie, because you know what? That's really cake." Jack lifted a slice of bread, investigating the innards of his sandwich. "Should ham be beige?"

Daniel leaned forward, peering over his glasses. "Taupe. It's more like taupe."

"Oh, okay. Taupe. That makes it much better." Jack glared at Daniel, who remained remarkably unperturbed. Of course, glaring at Daniel never had any effect, not even from the very start, but Jack never lost hope.

"Huh. Apple pie," Daniel said, his expression thoughtful. "With that crumbly stuff on top? Good stuff."

"And vanilla ice cream." Jack nodded. "When it gets all melty, and runs down the sides..."

They sat in silence for a moment, contemplating their plates before beginning to eat.

"Should mashed potatoes be gritty?" Daniel asked, his nose wrinkling.

Jack paused, his sandwich raised halfway to his mouth. "We could always go to the diner." He dropped his unappealing sandwich onto to his plate and stood up from the table. "No, make that an order. Diner. Lunch. Right now."

Daniel pushed his tray aside. "You're the man."

"Damn right I am."

"How about we stop by my place afterwards for dessert?"

"You got pie?" Jack asked.

Daniel shook his head. "Nope."

"Then why wait for afterwards? Come on," Jack said, herding Daniel out of the commissary.

This next one is for

sheron, who wanted Atlantis, with Sheppard/McKay, and with McKay being an ice king. I wasn't quite able to pull off the icy part, I think.

Not Asking

Rodney didn't know what the hell was going on, except that Sheppard was in his personal space again. This time it was Sheppard's chest bumping up against his shoulder as Sheppard reached for the device. "Is that another one of those shield devices?"

Rodney shook his head. "No, it's not," he said, picking up the small round object. It was smooth and gray, with tiny ancient lettering etched into one side. "I have no idea what it is, so please don't touch it."

Sheppard 's hand came to rest on his shoulder, instead. "But why--"

"Every time you touch something, you turn it on, that's why."

"Oh really?" Sheppard squeezed his shoulder pointedly and grinned. "How am I doing?"

Rodney's heart flip-flopped. his palms began to sweat, and his underarms prickled. Sheppard knew. Somehow he had been found out. Sheppard knew, everyone knew, somehow they knew all about him. He cleared his throat, put on his best 'I'm so much better than you' scowl' and asked, "Are you actually flirting with me, Major?"

"I just might be. It depends."

"Depends on what?" Someone put Sheppard up to this, he was sure. Weir. Did Weir know? He'd always been so careful in the past, so secretive with his relationships. His heart beat so fast he began to feel light-headed. Maybe, he thought, now that they were stranded, they were trying to figure out who the normal ones were. They wanted to keep safe from the deviants, and he was going to end up locked up on another side of the city, maybe--

"Whether you'd run out of the room screaming bloody murder if I was." Sheppard slipped an arm around his waist, but his voice was conversational. He was looking at Rodney intently, at his lips, his neck, then his eyes traveled to Rodney's waist and below.

If Sheppard was faking it, Rodney thought, he was really good. Because he could almost believe the man was interested.

"You do know you're military, right?" Rodney couldn't help but ask. "Just checking, to see if I've got it right."

Sheppard gasped, his brows rising. "Oh my god," he exclaimed with mock dismay. "There's a queer boy in the Air Force." He leaned in, his lips brushing Rodney's ear. "Don't tell anyone," he whispered.

He pressed closer, so close that a distinct part of his body rubbed against Rodney's hip. Rodney began to chuckle, because well what do you know, the flyboy really did want him. "I won't tell if you don't tell," he said, tossing the device aside and reaching for him.

And this one is for

gigitrek, who requested Atlantis, Sheppard/McKay, and the term "gaunch", which is a Canadian slang expression for men's underwear. I've decided I like that term a lot, and I think we should all use it in our fics.

What Do You Know

John was about to knock again when the door slid open, startling him. "Oh, hey, McKay. You awake?" he asked, even though it was obvious that he was.

McKay glanced up, acknowledging him with a curt nod. He was in bed, propped up by pillows, laptop nestled on his lap. There was a relaxed and contented air about him, which John found appealing in a way he didn't want to think too hard about. "It depends," McKay said, his voice distracted. "What do you want?"

John supposed it was as warm a welcome as he would get, but he knew his next words would get McKay's attention. "Ford came across a new storage area on the far side of town," he said. "There's all *sorts* of goodies tucked away in there."

McKay blinked, then raise his head to stare at John. "Oh really? Tell me more, Major," he said, in a voice that John swore was downright sultry. When he patted a spot on the bed, John happily plopped down next to him, bouncing, causing McKay to grab at his laptop to keep it from sliding off. As he did so, he shifted position and the blanket fell away from his legs, revealing gaily-colored boxers, blue flowers on a white background.

"Hey, nice gaunch," John told him. He was gratified when McKay's jaw dropped.

"Well, what do you know, you speak Canadian." There was awe in his voice. "I had no idea."

John nodded. "Oh, now, there's a lot you don't know about me." He couldn't take his eyes off the boxers. He knew he shouldn't be staring at McKay's underwear. But he couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to put his hand on McKay's thigh, to move his hand over until he felt McKay's dick, to feel McKay's dick grow thick and hard under the thin layer of cotton.

"A whole heck of a lot," he added with a sigh.

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