Challenge Me, Inspire Me! Show me an icon, baby!

[thegrrrl2002]

Okay, I'm restless and bored and having a slow day at work. (Apologies to all who would like to be having a slow day at work). So, post a comment to this post using a SGA or SG1 flavored icon, I will write you a ficlet inspired by said icon.

Or, at least, I will try to. I may get totally stumped. And it may take a day or two.

I suppose I should limit this to the first five or six people who post.


ETA: Eeeep! That was quick! Thank you, I think I have my work cut out for me.

Comments

[frahulettaes.livejournal.com]

OOOOOoooohhhhh, ME ME ME!!!
;)
Please?

[tafkarfanfic.livejournal.com]

*makes big eyes* Me too!

[maryavatar.livejournal.com]

Bwah ha ha! Damn, I'm tempted to use all my SG icons! Argh... let's see... heh.

Why Trade Missions Aren't A Good Thing

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

Rodney doesn't miss a beat when the jumper whooshes through the wormhole. "--edible? On what planet do they call this food?"

"Rodney," John says, warningly. He waves at the crew in the control room. Bates gives him an airy salute in return.

"I miss the MREs. How could we have run out of MREs so quickly?"

"Because you ate them all," John growls as he guides the jumper up into the bay. He misses a good turkey sandwich, himself. But he doesn't complain about it constantly, now, does he? No, he carries on, like a good soldier should.

Rodney is not a soldier. "Look at this, it's gray--what do you think, animal or vegetable?" He holds it out to John. "Or some mysterious third form of life that exists only in the Pegasus Galaxy?"

John looks at the grey lump in Rodney's hand and shrugs. "What does it smell like?"

"You actually think I'm going to smell this? As a matter of fact, I can't believe I'm actually touching it." He drops the object back into the bag and stares at his hand. "I think I'm breaking out in a rash."

It has been the longest puddlejumper ride ever. And the longest mission ever.

"Can't we find new trading partners? I don't think these guys are going to work out. I think this is just one big joke for them, all back in the village laughing their heads off at the thought of us trading valuable medicines for this crap."

John already has the jumper door open. He adjusts the controls one more time before rising from this seat. "Rodney, the right drive pod--don't you think those emissions look a little hinky?" He slides the remote into his pocket while pointing to the screen.

"Hinky? What's that, a technical term?" Rodney is already engrossed in the display panel. "Where? They look fine to me--unless you mean this little dip right here, but no, that's within the accepted levels of--John? Where did you--? John? Hey--"

John is out the door, standing in the bay as he watches the door close. He sees Rodney leap out of his chair. It's a slow-moving door, and Rodney can move surprisingly fast. But not fast enough. The door latches shut before he can reach it.

John's radio crackles. "Major? It seems as though--the door--I can't seem to access the controls."

"Gee, Rodney, I must have locked access to the control panel by mistake."

"By mistake?"

"By mistake," John answers.

"Oh please."

Silence.

John leans against the jumper, arms folded against his chest, waiting. He doesn't doubt that Rodney can override the controls, hell, it wouldn't surprise him if Rodney manages to bend time and space to order to turn the jumper inside out to make his escape. Still, he waits.

Finally his radio clicks on again. "This is about that blonde, isn't it."

"A blonde, Rodney? What blonde. I don't remember any blonde. Oh, wait, maybe I do--that one that was sitting in your lap, right?"

"I assure you, John, I have no idea how she got there. And it wasn’t actually my lap, it was more like she was perched on my right thigh…and that isn't making this any better, is it?" he finishes forlornly.

John pushes away from the jumper. "Whoops, look at the time, I'd better get to the mess for dinner. I think they're serving that Athosian stew tonight, aren't they?"

"John--"

"Later, Rodney. I'd better hurry before it's all gone. Don't want to miss out."

He thinks Rodney might have said something in response, but he doesn't hear it, since he removes his radio, pocketing it as he trots down the stairs. Smiling.

[ex-danvers514.livejournal.com]

^ //points to icon// ;-)

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

Rodney couldn't pinpoint exactly when it started happening. And it was ridiculous, really. There was no reason for him to insist upon sitting across from Sheppard during briefings. Absolutely none.

He nudged the Lieutenant out of the way and threw himself into the appropriate chair before carefully placing his laptop on the table.

No reason at all.

He was a creature of habit, that's all. It had nothing to do with the fact that he could look up at any time and see Sheppard's face. And that that nine times out of ten, Sheppard would be staring straight at him when he did.

Rodney glanced up from the data scrolling across his computer screen.

Make that ninety-nine times out of hundred.

It also didn't help that Rodney knew, no matter what he said, Sheppard was going to respond. It was almost as if Sheppard was waiting for the moment Rodney opened his mouth, the way he would sit there, probably appearing to be completely relaxed to the unpracticed eye, but Rodney knew better. Because the moment Rodney finished, Sheppard would launch into action, agreeing, disagreeing, mocking--whatever--while smirking, raising his eyebrows, or waving his hands. The full-on Sheppard show.

"Rodney, what do you think?" Elizabeth asked. "Is it worth the risk?"

Rodney closed his computer, and took a deep breath.

Sheppard leaned forward, hands clasped, eyes alert.

"Granted, the magnetic disturbances are going to wreak havoc with our communications," Rodney acknowledged. "But if we take two jumpers, and have one maintain orbit while the other is on the surface, we should have no significant interruptions in our contact with Atlantis."

"Exactly." Sheppard nodded, slapping a hand lightly on the tabletop. "We can have Markham take the second jumper, maybe bring Carson along so he can get in a little flight time." He pointed to Rodney. "McKay and I will take the jumper to the surface. Take a look around, McKay can get some readings--who knows what we'll find." He nodded again, giving Elizabeth a 'there-you-have-it' look as he finished.

Contribution complete, Sheppard leaned back in his chair, gazing at Rodney with an almost relaxed sort of satisfaction. A small smile played on his lips, eyes heavy lidded. As if he were content. Sated, almost.

Rodney closed his eyes. He really had to stop thinking those kinds of thoughts. And find another place to sit.

"All right, you have a go," Elizabeth told them. "But if communication fails, I want you to return immediately."

Rodney remained seated as all the others filed out. Almost all the others. "Come on, Rodney," John said, patting his shoulder. "You heard Doctor Weir. We have a go."

Rodney looked up at Sheppard's sunny smile, and wondered just when "having a go" started sounding so dirty, because it didn't sound that way when Elizabeth said it.

But that was a thought for another time, because Sheppard was standing at the doors, waiting for him.

[kelly-girl.livejournal.com]

Oooo! Here's one. Have fun.

Boys and Girls

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

A loud twang and a long narrow object thudded into the tree right next to John's ear. "Oh, crap," he said, freezing in his tracks. Another arrow struck the ground in front of his feet. "Rodney?"

"Not moving," Rodney said, his voice pitched high. "Not moving. We're going to die, aren't we?"

John caught a small movement in the tall grass ahead. "I think if they wanted us dead we'd be dead already."

"What about dead from a heart attack? I could very easily--"

"Rodney, just keep still."

"Oh my god."

John's eyes widened. "Holy shit."

Appearing out of the grass like Venus rising from the sea, the archers approached. Women, all of them. Tall, beautiful women. Tall, beautiful, half-dressed women. Tall beautiful women with round, full breasts, smooth skin everywhere and John didn't know where to look.

Faces. Yes, he could look at their faces. "Hi," he said, with a small wave.

"Hi?" Rodney whispered. "Is that the best you can do? Hi?"

"You have any better ideas?"

"How about 'don't kill us, please'?"

"Shut up," John growled as the women grew close, bows poised, arrows nocked. "Uh, hello," he said to them. "We're explorers. Exploring. Friendly explorers."

"Don't kill us, please," Rodney added.

The tallest one cocked her head to one side. "Boys?" she asked of her companion.

"Well," John said, with his most winning smile, "we like to think of ourselves as 'men', actually."

"But boy is good, it's kind of flattering," Rodney added quickly, "you know, once you get past a certain age--"

"They talk a lot, but they're quite pretty," the blonde to the left observed.
The tall woman crossed her arms, which, John noticed, did very interesting things to her breasts. Not that he was looking at them. "They talk too much," she said with a disparaging snort. Lowering her bow, she reached for her belt and unsheathed a large, very dangerous-looking knife.

"Wait, wait," John said, holding his hands up. "We can stop talking. Right Rodney?"

Not hearing a response, John stole a glance at Rodney, who was nodding vigorously. And not talking. Good. They were doing well. As in not dead yet. They still had a chance.

As long as Teyla found them, hopefully sooner rather than later.

The blonde lowered her bow and nudged the tall woman. "See, they're quiet now. Let's keep them. I'm sure they could provide the queen with some amusement."

John heard something that sounded like a cross between a squeak and whimper from beside him.

The tall woman looked thoughtful, then sheathed her knife. "Take their weapons. Bind their wrists. We'll keep them." As she walked away, she called over her shoulder, "And check them thoroughly for any hidden weapons."

Patted down to within an inch of their lives, wrists tightly tied, and then there was a familiar voice and welcoming noises and John was never so glad to see Teyla in his entire life.

[entropic.livejournal.com]

*poing*

Hour of the Wolf

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

The lab smells of dust and stale coffee. He sees a shadow and looks up. She is standing there, watching him in silence. More beautiful than ever--translucent skin, hair cascading down in soft curls. "Daniel," she says, smiling gently.

Daniel frowns. "Sarah? Are you okay? Shouldn't you be in the infirmary? "

Her smile widens and grows until it is a disgusted sneer. "I know all about you," she says. "And him." She swings her arm and drops something heavy and solid on Daniel's desk. It lands with a thump, knocking over his coffee cup. Rolling toward him with a flash of gray and then Jack's unseeing eyes are wide open and staring up at Daniel.

"NO--"

Daniel sits up in the dark, gasping. His heart pounds and his eyes dart about the room, his room, his empty room, thank god. Osiris is dead, Sarah is alive and he's alone--

Except for the shadowy figure sitting on a chair in the corner of the room. Daniel recognizes him right away, even in the gloomy night, without his glasses. "Jack?"

"Hello, Daniel."

"What--what are you doing? Didn't you just leave?" He had watched Jack get dressed and leave. Despite his sleep-fogged brain, he was certain of it.

"Well, yeah. Sort of. Until I came in again through the back door. Nice little garden you've got going back there. But I think I stomped on your daisies."

"Why?"

"It was dark--"

"Jack--"

Jack gets to his feet, and comes to sit on the bed, beside Daniel. "Nightmares again?" he asks.

"No," Daniel tells him .He can feel the heat from Jack's body, and instinctively leans against him. Lean, solid and strong, and Jack still smells of sweat and sex. "You should go."

"Yeah yeah, what if I was here when Osiris smooshed your brain up, yadda yadda." He slides an arm around Daniel's shoulders, pressing his nose against Daniel's hair. "And you did so had a nightmare."

Daniel closes his eyes, because Jack's touch feels too good and his chest aches. "If you had been here, Osiris would have killed you."

"If I had been here, I would have killed Osiris before she touched you once." Jack's voice has a hard edge to it now.

"And how would you explain being in my bedroom in the middle of the night?"

"I'll tell them I was fucking you senseless when she interrupted us."

"Please, Jack." Daniel doesn't know what to say anymore. There's too much at stake, but it's all jumbled up in his mind and he's so tired because he can't sleep because Osiris is still visiting him in his dreams and was Jack always this difficult?

"Go to sleep, Daniel." Jack slides off the bed.

Daniel lies back and watches as Jack, silhouetted against the window, undresses. A moment later Jack joins him, easing under the blankets, wrapping his long frame around Daniel's body. He's so warm and naked that Daniel can feel the tightness leaving his chest, but he gives it one last try.

"I'm not having nightmares, and you should leave," he mumbles against Jack's shoulder. He tries to sound forceful, but only achieves a whining sort of petulance.

Jack's arms encircle him. "Go. To. Sleep," he commands, each word a small puff of breath against his hair.

Daniel sleeps.

[eregyrn.livejournal.com]

Heh. I have nothing useful to contribute, here; I've come to the point where I desperately need new SG1 icons. I mean, you know, aside from this one. But this one, while *always* accurate and appropriate, is rather old-hat. :)

Belonging

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

Shoved up against the wall, hands closing over his wrists, mouth against his and Jack struggles, attempting to yank his hands free. He loves it, loves the surge of Daniel's strength, countering his own. A fierce clash as their forces meet and Jack needs to be overcome. It pulls the darkness from him--negates all choices and decisions. This is not life or death, it is simply life.

He bends his knees and shoves forward, hard. Daniel pushes him back into place, using his entire body--shoulders, chest, and thigh--to pin him against the wall. The back of Jack's head hits hard, Daniel's teeth sink into his neck and he can feel Daniel's hard cock pushing into his hip.

"Daniel," he pleads.

Daniel pushes Jack's hands high above his head, knocking into a print hung on the wall. The picture tumbles down, and Jack hears glass shatter.

"Shut up, Jack."

Daniel voice is cool and it sends a shiver through Jack's body. Daniel is so cool, so fucking composed, and Jack is on fire. "Clothes," Jack gasps. "Take your god damn clothes off."

"No."

Daniel rubs against him, pressing against Jack's cock and Jack just spreads his legs and takes it. He leaning forward for a kiss, but Daniel pulls back, watching his face. His eyes are dark, lips parted, expression rapt. Daniel's hips slow to an exquisite grind and his lips curve when Jack moans.

Jack is naked before him, despite his clothes and he knows there's never been any hiding from Daniel. He needs this--needs to feel Daniel's power, he needs to bend and yield and be his. "Please," he says. He wants to let go, wants to feel Daniel break his body apart so that it can be put back together the right way.

He is scared when Daniel releases his wrists, but then Daniel tells him, "Hands on your head, and keep them there," in that voice, the one that wraps around his heart. Jack immediately obeys, putting his hands on his head as if he were Daniel's prisoner, and Daniel's kisses his bruised lips. "Good. Now stay like that."

Jack stays. He keeps his hands in place and closes his eyes as Daniel sinks down to his knees. Heart pounding in anticipation, he can't even swallow and then his pants are down and Daniel's mouth sucks him in, sliding over his cock, delicious wet noises--

He gives in and lets it all go, he can fly now because Daniel will catch him.

[coreopsis.livejournal.com]

Damn it. I'm too late, right?

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

Hee! Such a great icon. I think I'll manage something. *g*

[stormymouse.livejournal.com]

who could say no to such an offer?! hope i'm not too late for this.

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

Oh, sorry, out of steam! But that is such a fabulous icon.

I'm sure I'll do this again eventually. It's very fun.

[rosewildeirish.livejournal.com]

Oh, damn, I'm too late, aren't I?

...of course, the icon works for just about any Shep fic...

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

*g* Fab icon!

Yup, that's pretty much the basis for all my Sheppard/McKay fics.

[alyse]

Am I too late? Damn, I always miss the good stuff ::g::

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

Sorry! But it's a very fun meme, and I think everyone should do it!

Great icon!

[probodie.livejournal.com]

I'm probably WAY too late...just wondered what you could do about *this* icon though!! :-D

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

Mmmmm, I so love that icon.

I sort of did that for a Peg B fic, though.

But not quite that position...::stares at icon::

[skater-g8r.livejournal.com]

OH! NO!!! no fair! i was doing homework!!! and I missed it AAAARRRRGGH!!! besides I had a hard time choosing between my Jack/jack icon and 'lick me' one and 'finger porn' and 'spoon' *g* but JIC *g*

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

But you know, your icons are porny little fics in and of themselves. *g*

So much fun to watch. You do such gorgeous work.

[malnpudl.livejournal.com]

Rats; missed the boat. Ah, well.

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

And that's such a fabulous icon, too. *g*

I swear, that was the prettiest John ep ever.

[miera-c.livejournal.com]

*g* I don't need fic, but boy it must be nice for the ego to have that many people jumping up and down going "Oooh! oooh! pick MEEEE!" ;)

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

I just figure it's a sign that everyone else is bored at work, too. (Or at home!)

But you know, it would be nice if the meme catches on....::stares::

[cedara]

LOL. You really *do* have enough already.

*is amused*

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

Oh, such a pretty Daniel. What is it with that man and hoods?

[reedfem.livejournal.com]

*sigh*

Late again. Oh well.

::sits back to wait for the fic::

[skater-g8r.livejournal.com]

AwMan! I wanna read about the spanking LOL

[tikiaceae.livejournal.com]

Well, just in case you are still bored after all these lovely icons. *g*

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

Ahhh! That's a beautiful icon. Very inspiring.

I might end up doing more of these than I intended. Depends on how late I stay up tonight. *g*

[rivier.livejournal.com]

Hee! Not going to ask, because you'll be here fdrom now until next November at this rate!

But muy cool idea! See how impressed Rodney's nipples are!

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

Oh, like it's hard to get Rodney's nipples all...well...hard. *g*

You know, you could do this meme yourself. It's very fun. And just think of what parts of Rodney will get all hard and excited!

[agentotter.livejournal.com]

Ooooh, they're so... ficcy! Write some more now, please. :)

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

I think everyone should do this meme.

::stares pointedly::

[amireal.livejournal.com]

Too late I'm sure, but I thought I'd give it a shot.

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

I so love that icon.

::snuggles the snark::

[kageygirl.livejournal.com]

::sits back with a wine cooler and cheers Grrrl on::

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

You know, this is a fun meme, very freeing when it comes to writing little scenarios...

Come on, you know you want to do it!

[jenlev.livejournal.com]

what an irrestible idea. *g*

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

I so love everyone's icons. And it was a very fun meme. I'm surprised by what I wrote. I think everyone should do it!

[queenofstars.livejournal.com]

*grins wickedly*

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

Okay, now that's the inspiration for every Jack/Daniel idea in my head. *g*

Absolutely gorgeous!

[castalie.livejournal.com]

This isn't fair, I couldn't play *pout*

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

*g*

Now *that's* an intriguing icon! I hope we get someone else to do the meme, so you can use it.

Yum.

[catspaw-sgjd.livejournal.com]

Dammit - I missed it too :-( To hell with this round Earth nonsense, it just gets in the way :-(

[thegrrrl2002.livejournal.com]

::stares at icon::

OMG, so fabulous! Who's, um, box of goodies is that?