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hackthis_archive) wrote2006-01-06 03:53 pm
hackthis_archive) wrote2006-01-06 03:53 pm
Desperate times and all that.
I have no words to describe my boredom right now. I have no words to describe anything. I'm at the stalemate, and I'm tempted to do that Give me a prompt and I'll write you a two-line story for it.
Yeah, alright, hit me. First fifteen in the door get the prize.* Anything I've already written before is game, no Hermione. Look, I'll even show you how it goes. Example: Request: SGA, Sheppard/McKay (which, um, you could request too even though I don't watch the show)
"So, McKay, what's all this UST business?" Sheppard did that thing he did with his mouth when he was trying to play smart. Rodney wasn’t fooled. "Is it a new strand of the ATA gene?"
"It stands for Unresolved Sexual Tension, Major."
"Lieutenant Colonel."
"Please," Rodney scoffed. "With all this tension I could call you Susan, and you wouldn't care."
"What tension?"
"The sexual tension between us."
"What sexual tension between us?"
"See, that's why it's unresolved! Because you can't admit it's there!"*
*If you're late, you might be able to bribe me with music. I'm partial to Eric B and Rakim, Tom Jones, New Edition, Doug E Fresh and the Get Fresh Crew.
***Okay, that was about ten lines too long, but![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
serialkarma is feeling poorly, so I'm being nice.
ETA: OKAY, offer closed!
Yeah, alright, hit me. First fifteen in the door get the prize.* Anything I've already written before is game, no Hermione. Look, I'll even show you how it goes. Example: Request: SGA, Sheppard/McKay (which, um, you could request too even though I don't watch the show)
"So, McKay, what's all this UST business?" Sheppard did that thing he did with his mouth when he was trying to play smart. Rodney wasn’t fooled. "Is it a new strand of the ATA gene?"
"It stands for Unresolved Sexual Tension, Major."
"Lieutenant Colonel."
"Please," Rodney scoffed. "With all this tension I could call you Susan, and you wouldn't care."
"What tension?"
"The sexual tension between us."
"What sexual tension between us?"
"See, that's why it's unresolved! Because you can't admit it's there!"*
*If you're late, you might be able to bribe me with music. I'm partial to Eric B and Rakim, Tom Jones, New Edition, Doug E Fresh and the Get Fresh Crew.
***Okay, that was about ten lines too long, but
serialkarma is feeling poorly, so I'm being nice.ETA: OKAY, offer closed!
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"Good morning, I'm Dr O'Malley," George began, pulling back only to stop and stare. The patient stared back at him blandly, reholstering his sidearm nonchalantly and shifting his weight to display a vast expanse of bare skin. "You can't have guns in the hospital," George said matter-of-factly, clutching the chart to his chest, and resolutely not noticing that his patient was tan in the middle of December.
The patient smiled. Not the tiny, worried patient smile that George was used to getting, but the big shark smile that George only saw on Alex or Dr Bailey before she ate someone whole. "I have a permit," the patient said, reaching over the far side of the bed.
"NO!" George shouted covering his face with the chart. "No! No! No! Don't shoot me!" George hollered.
It took George a moment to realise that the entire ward was staring at him, and he lowered the chart sheepishly. The patient just smirked and shook a black button-down Oxford at George. "It's a bit chilly in here," he said matter-of-factly. "I came here to have my arm looked at, not catch cold."
George colored fiercely. "I'm so sorry, Mr," he glanced at the chart, "Mr Sark."
Mr Sark just gave George another smirk. "I'm sure it could happen to anyone."
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