sga, beckett/cadman 15minuteficlets
Since I am still hyped up on too much caffeine to sleep yet, and as penance for emotionally dumping on spazzula tonight, a pair of B/C fics for her and 15minuteficlets.
sga, 'too much', beckett/cadman, G
fanfic100 033. Too Much
"Are you sure that's not too much?" Carson asked hesitantly, taking a step back and positioning himself behind one of the other boxes.
Laura rolled her eyes and stuck another block of C4 on the wall around the jammed door. "Carson, I love you, but if I have to remind you that I know what I'm doing again, I'm going to throttle you," she chided, her voice light as she took a step back to admire her work. The door was jammed, and it felt like something in the hinges, not something blocking the movement from the other side of the door. The original inquiry team was sure that this area of the long abandoned Ancient medical lab contained the machinery they used, and Carson confirmed the likelihood, even if it was like pulling out teeth to get him to come out here.
“But we don’t want to damage the equipment, love,” Carson added.
She turned her head after attaching the last block and smiled sweetly at the doctor. “Carson, which one of us is the doctor?”
Carson sighed. He could tell where this was going. “I am.”
“And which one of us holds a degree in chemistry from the United States Naval Academy and was transferred to Atlantis specifically for her proficiency in explosives?”
“You were, love.”
“So who should be the one to place the C4 and judge how much is needed?”
“You should.”
“And which one of us is the one to stitch me up after this inevitably goes very, very bad?”
Carson had to laugh at that one as she walked back to him, detonator in hand and innocent grin plastered onto her face. “That would be me.”
“Exactly,” Laura replied lightly. “Here we go.”
They didn’t expect the blowback that happened, both ending up flat on their backs and Carson convinced that half of his hair was singed off as it took a moment for the smoke to clear and Laura to pull herself up to inspect what went wrong. “Looks like the door was rigged from the inside,” she muttered, coughing.
“Aye, looks like it,” Carson sighed, not moving from his place on the ground.
“So… too much C4.”
“Aye, too much.”
“You dead?”
“Aye, I’m dead.”
Laura shook her head and moved back to squat down next to him. “I think I’m a bit bruised. Flying debris, you know.”
Carson eyed her warily. “Oh really?” he asked hesitantly.
She nodded. “Yeah. Might be bad. Might have to spend some time in the infirmary.”
“Perhaps we’re looking at a day of medical leave,” Carson supplied, finally catching on. “Wouldn’t want you working while injured.”
“I probably shouldn’t be left alone if I’m so horribly injured,” she added with a wicked little grin.
“Aye, probably not.”
She pushed the hair that had fallen out of her ponytail back out of her face as she leaned down to give him a light, innocent kiss on his cheek. “I certainly hope you can help me with that, Dr. Beckett.”
“You’re a wicked little woman, love,” Carson chuckled.
“Does that mean you’re going to leave me alone?”
“Not a chance,” Carson replied matter-of-factly as he wrapped an arm around her neck and pulled her down to return the kiss.
word #188: explosive
word count: 541
sga, 'plucked', beckett/cadman, G
fanfic100 013. yellow
“I look like a bloody fool.”
Laura had to bite her lip to keep from laughing out loud as Carson all but stormed into their quarters and made his scathing announcement. She set down the book she was reading and pulled her legs up to her chest, all the while reminding herself that now was not the proper time to laugh. “Carson… honey…” she attempted in her best impression of a soothing voice, which honestly would be much more soothing if it didn’t keep hitching with unreleased laughter. It took her another moment to compose herself enough to go on. “You don’t look like a fool.”
She smiled as sweetly and as innocently as she could as he continued to glare at her from the doorway. “Honestly, I didn’t even notice.”
“You’re a bloody awful liar, you know that, Laura Cadman?” Carson grumped. “You want to laugh.”
“I do not,” she insisted. Even if that was a bloody awful lie, as Carson would say.
“Aye, you do.”
“No I don’t.”
“You do.”
“You think you know what I’m thinking?” Laura tilted her head and quirked an eyebrow at him.
Carson knew that was dangerous territory, but at this point, he didn’t much care. “Don’t give me that look, love,” he snapped, walking over to the bed and dropping down onto it, glaring at the ceiling as he crossed his arms over his chest in frustration.
“You want to know what I think?” Laura asked brightly.
No, not really. “Aye, what is it?” he sighed.
“You look like Big Bird,” Laura said, her composure finally breaking as she said the words.
“Har har, you laugh now, love,” Carson muttered as she wiped the tears from her eyes. “But this could just as easily happen to you.”
“Uh huh,” Laura chuckled. “And how exactly could I have just as easily returned to Atlantis with yellow feathers glued to the majority of my body?” she asked lightly, plucking one of the feathers from his arm, much to his displeasure.
“You could have gone to P5X-998 with Colonel Sheppard’s team,” Carson bit back. “This is why I don’t bloody go off world,” he added with a grumble.
“See, this is why I’m perfectly happy hanging out with Major Lorne,” Laura replied, continuing to pluck feathers from his arm. “Things like that just don’t happen to us. As frequently,” she added as an afterthought, before he could mention the Yoannans and their fascination with interpretive dance.
“No, don’t touch that, Rodney, I said,” Carson grumbled. “No, let’s not go back in there, Colonel, I said. No, being tarred and feathered is not a challenge, Ronon, I said. Did any of them listen to me?”
“I’m sure Teyla did,” Laura pointed out.
“Aye, but the fat lot of good it did us,” Carson sighed. He looked over at Laura, grinning slightly. “It could be worse. Rodney got a beak attached.”
Laura had to laugh again at that. “See? Could always be worse.” She rolled to her side to get a good look at him. “So… want me to pluck you?” she asked lightly.
“Har har,” Carson sighed again before rolling his eyes and resigning himself. “Aye, pluck me.”
She leaned over and gave him a quick kiss on his mostly unfeathered face. “Since you asked so nicely. Pluck you hard, pluck you fast,” she laughed, covering his mouth in a happy little kiss before he could respond. “I know, I know, shut up and pluck you,” she added as she leaned back.
“You’re finding way too much amusement in this,” Carson sighed, rolling his eyes as she erupted into laughter again.
word 189: fool
word count: 605
sga, 'too much', beckett/cadman, G
fanfic100 033. Too Much
"Are you sure that's not too much?" Carson asked hesitantly, taking a step back and positioning himself behind one of the other boxes.
Laura rolled her eyes and stuck another block of C4 on the wall around the jammed door. "Carson, I love you, but if I have to remind you that I know what I'm doing again, I'm going to throttle you," she chided, her voice light as she took a step back to admire her work. The door was jammed, and it felt like something in the hinges, not something blocking the movement from the other side of the door. The original inquiry team was sure that this area of the long abandoned Ancient medical lab contained the machinery they used, and Carson confirmed the likelihood, even if it was like pulling out teeth to get him to come out here.
“But we don’t want to damage the equipment, love,” Carson added.
She turned her head after attaching the last block and smiled sweetly at the doctor. “Carson, which one of us is the doctor?”
Carson sighed. He could tell where this was going. “I am.”
“And which one of us holds a degree in chemistry from the United States Naval Academy and was transferred to Atlantis specifically for her proficiency in explosives?”
“You were, love.”
“So who should be the one to place the C4 and judge how much is needed?”
“You should.”
“And which one of us is the one to stitch me up after this inevitably goes very, very bad?”
Carson had to laugh at that one as she walked back to him, detonator in hand and innocent grin plastered onto her face. “That would be me.”
“Exactly,” Laura replied lightly. “Here we go.”
They didn’t expect the blowback that happened, both ending up flat on their backs and Carson convinced that half of his hair was singed off as it took a moment for the smoke to clear and Laura to pull herself up to inspect what went wrong. “Looks like the door was rigged from the inside,” she muttered, coughing.
“Aye, looks like it,” Carson sighed, not moving from his place on the ground.
“So… too much C4.”
“Aye, too much.”
“You dead?”
“Aye, I’m dead.”
Laura shook her head and moved back to squat down next to him. “I think I’m a bit bruised. Flying debris, you know.”
Carson eyed her warily. “Oh really?” he asked hesitantly.
She nodded. “Yeah. Might be bad. Might have to spend some time in the infirmary.”
“Perhaps we’re looking at a day of medical leave,” Carson supplied, finally catching on. “Wouldn’t want you working while injured.”
“I probably shouldn’t be left alone if I’m so horribly injured,” she added with a wicked little grin.
“Aye, probably not.”
She pushed the hair that had fallen out of her ponytail back out of her face as she leaned down to give him a light, innocent kiss on his cheek. “I certainly hope you can help me with that, Dr. Beckett.”
“You’re a wicked little woman, love,” Carson chuckled.
“Does that mean you’re going to leave me alone?”
“Not a chance,” Carson replied matter-of-factly as he wrapped an arm around her neck and pulled her down to return the kiss.
word #188: explosive
word count: 541
sga, 'plucked', beckett/cadman, G
fanfic100 013. yellow
“I look like a bloody fool.”
Laura had to bite her lip to keep from laughing out loud as Carson all but stormed into their quarters and made his scathing announcement. She set down the book she was reading and pulled her legs up to her chest, all the while reminding herself that now was not the proper time to laugh. “Carson… honey…” she attempted in her best impression of a soothing voice, which honestly would be much more soothing if it didn’t keep hitching with unreleased laughter. It took her another moment to compose herself enough to go on. “You don’t look like a fool.”
She smiled as sweetly and as innocently as she could as he continued to glare at her from the doorway. “Honestly, I didn’t even notice.”
“You’re a bloody awful liar, you know that, Laura Cadman?” Carson grumped. “You want to laugh.”
“I do not,” she insisted. Even if that was a bloody awful lie, as Carson would say.
“Aye, you do.”
“No I don’t.”
“You do.”
“You think you know what I’m thinking?” Laura tilted her head and quirked an eyebrow at him.
Carson knew that was dangerous territory, but at this point, he didn’t much care. “Don’t give me that look, love,” he snapped, walking over to the bed and dropping down onto it, glaring at the ceiling as he crossed his arms over his chest in frustration.
“You want to know what I think?” Laura asked brightly.
No, not really. “Aye, what is it?” he sighed.
“You look like Big Bird,” Laura said, her composure finally breaking as she said the words.
“Har har, you laugh now, love,” Carson muttered as she wiped the tears from her eyes. “But this could just as easily happen to you.”
“Uh huh,” Laura chuckled. “And how exactly could I have just as easily returned to Atlantis with yellow feathers glued to the majority of my body?” she asked lightly, plucking one of the feathers from his arm, much to his displeasure.
“You could have gone to P5X-998 with Colonel Sheppard’s team,” Carson bit back. “This is why I don’t bloody go off world,” he added with a grumble.
“See, this is why I’m perfectly happy hanging out with Major Lorne,” Laura replied, continuing to pluck feathers from his arm. “Things like that just don’t happen to us. As frequently,” she added as an afterthought, before he could mention the Yoannans and their fascination with interpretive dance.
“No, don’t touch that, Rodney, I said,” Carson grumbled. “No, let’s not go back in there, Colonel, I said. No, being tarred and feathered is not a challenge, Ronon, I said. Did any of them listen to me?”
“I’m sure Teyla did,” Laura pointed out.
“Aye, but the fat lot of good it did us,” Carson sighed. He looked over at Laura, grinning slightly. “It could be worse. Rodney got a beak attached.”
Laura had to laugh again at that. “See? Could always be worse.” She rolled to her side to get a good look at him. “So… want me to pluck you?” she asked lightly.
“Har har,” Carson sighed again before rolling his eyes and resigning himself. “Aye, pluck me.”
She leaned over and gave him a quick kiss on his mostly unfeathered face. “Since you asked so nicely. Pluck you hard, pluck you fast,” she laughed, covering his mouth in a happy little kiss before he could respond. “I know, I know, shut up and pluck you,” she added as she leaned back.
“You’re finding way too much amusement in this,” Carson sighed, rolling his eyes as she erupted into laughter again.
word 189: fool
word count: 605