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minxyI shall sum up the pre-program crash post:
1. I've been recc'd! I've been complimented! I've randomly gotten several bits of feedback on stories from 2005 and I LOVE IT.
1a. Also, I get a huge, satisfying kick out of being associated with Jaffa stories. I also solemnly promise to finish beta edits on the Teal'c Unending tag by the time the actual finale airs in the US.
2. *snip* RL whinge and why you guys have great timing and sometimes I don't *snip*
3. Present for you! The femslash snippet I wrote for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lilyayl, who was so brave as to delurk for the friending meme last week. The promise had been that I didn't have a witty anecdote, or know you from Eve to associate you with a pairing or some such, that I'd make it up to you with a ficlet, or a completely fabricated anecdote.
So I wrotelilyayl Teyla/Kate, in a comment fic, pre-femslash and PG rated. This marks my second fic evar in SGA, people, and the first to not feature an SG-1 POV character! Go me, broadening my horizons! Also, OMG this feels narcissistic. How do other people deal with characters who share their name; ever *written* them?
Kate was unsteady; she was sure she was crossing a line, showing up uninvited. She and Teyla had come to share meals together, speak during social events for hours on end, they'd even spoken of serious things on a balcony overlooking the East pier. Kate knew Teyla did not share needlessly and knew also that she had her reasons for canceling their standing professional appointment. Still, Teyla's team had asked her to come; Ronon even explicitly stating that none of them knew what to say.
So she was here, entering Teyla's quarters in a quasi-professional way with a bag of distractions over her shoulder.
Teyla was lying in rather a distracting position, on her side the plush fur that served as a rug, one leg drawn up preternaturally high behind her head. Kate's silence waiting for her to resume looking forward and carefully release the pose was as much lack of breath as anything else.
"Hello," Teyla said, and her voice sounded tired.
"I checked on the boys in the infirmary," Kate said, "they seemed more concerned about you."
"They are all here, and well," Teyla said, as though reminding herself.
"They're frightened for you," Kate responded, realizing the truth of it and remembering John's face in the infirmary, "can I ask what happened?"
Teyla took a long time breathing in the air to answer, so Kate settled herself in a similar cross-legged pose on the carpet. She caught herself tilting her head in a professional way and stopped. She felt herself cataloguing hints of PTSD symptoms in Teyla and made herself quiet.
Finally Teyla opened her mouth to speak, and Kate had to make herself listen for the sounds instead of just watching as though she could see breath through lips. "I was.." Teyla shook her head slightly as though she couldn't find the words. "I was frightened myself." And then she shook her head again as if shaking off the emotion and implication of fear.
And then Kate understood that that was the heart of the matter, at it's most pure. She stopped concerning herself with whether she would be professionally obligated to report her discussion with Teyla or write down notes later; Teyla was more self aware at that moment than Kate could ever lead her to be.
"I brought some things to distract you, if that's what you want," Kate said, all stuttering voice now the professionalism was irrelevant, "but I can leave you too, if you'd prefer."
At the slight quirk of an eyebrow Kate un-slung her bag and displayed the three items of frivolity she had in her possession. Teyla picked one of them up. "I've been thinking of dying my hair red," Kate explained, and wondered if Teyla remembered the conversation they'd had. Teyla skipped over the tube of face mask and picked up the cucumber. "I had to trade with the kitchen staff," Kate said wryly.
"Is it a food item?" Teyla asked, and Kate thought suddenly that of course Teyla wouldn't know what Earth food looked like unprepared if it had been grown in the Lantian kitchen greenhouse and not on the mainland.
"Yes, and if you've had a long day, cold slices on your closed eyelids can feel good..." Kate trailed off as Teyla got a particularly mischievious look on her face and tested the weight of the vegetable in her hand as though she were going to throw it.
"It does not look like a food item," Teyla said, with at least half a smile. Kate blushed, but couldn't look away. After all, she reasoned, she's come there to distract Teyla, she was entitled to watch her handiwork as the woman smiled.
And a smiling Teyla was worth watching.
"What I would most like," Teyla said, eyes looking away and then back, boldly, to Kate, "is to be held. To sleep, and not be alone." Kate felt her smile ease off her face as she understood what Teyla was asking.
And then she knew with great certainty that she would not be returning to her quarters to write a report, or for any other reason. Kate smiled again at Teyla, and freely watched to see if she smiled back.
1. I've been recc'd! I've been complimented! I've randomly gotten several bits of feedback on stories from 2005 and I LOVE IT.
1a. Also, I get a huge, satisfying kick out of being associated with Jaffa stories. I also solemnly promise to finish beta edits on the Teal'c Unending tag by the time the actual finale airs in the US.
2. *snip* RL whinge and why you guys have great timing and sometimes I don't *snip*
3. Present for you! The femslash snippet I wrote for
lilyayl, who was so brave as to delurk for the friending meme last week. The promise had been that I didn't have a witty anecdote, or know you from Eve to associate you with a pairing or some such, that I'd make it up to you with a ficlet, or a completely fabricated anecdote. So I wrote
lilyayl Teyla/Kate, in a comment fic, pre-femslash and PG rated. This marks my second fic evar in SGA, people, and the first to not feature an SG-1 POV character! Go me, broadening my horizons! Also, OMG this feels narcissistic. How do other people deal with characters who share their name; ever *written* them?Kate was unsteady; she was sure she was crossing a line, showing up uninvited. She and Teyla had come to share meals together, speak during social events for hours on end, they'd even spoken of serious things on a balcony overlooking the East pier. Kate knew Teyla did not share needlessly and knew also that she had her reasons for canceling their standing professional appointment. Still, Teyla's team had asked her to come; Ronon even explicitly stating that none of them knew what to say.
So she was here, entering Teyla's quarters in a quasi-professional way with a bag of distractions over her shoulder.
Teyla was lying in rather a distracting position, on her side the plush fur that served as a rug, one leg drawn up preternaturally high behind her head. Kate's silence waiting for her to resume looking forward and carefully release the pose was as much lack of breath as anything else.
"Hello," Teyla said, and her voice sounded tired.
"I checked on the boys in the infirmary," Kate said, "they seemed more concerned about you."
"They are all here, and well," Teyla said, as though reminding herself.
"They're frightened for you," Kate responded, realizing the truth of it and remembering John's face in the infirmary, "can I ask what happened?"
Teyla took a long time breathing in the air to answer, so Kate settled herself in a similar cross-legged pose on the carpet. She caught herself tilting her head in a professional way and stopped. She felt herself cataloguing hints of PTSD symptoms in Teyla and made herself quiet.
Finally Teyla opened her mouth to speak, and Kate had to make herself listen for the sounds instead of just watching as though she could see breath through lips. "I was.." Teyla shook her head slightly as though she couldn't find the words. "I was frightened myself." And then she shook her head again as if shaking off the emotion and implication of fear.
And then Kate understood that that was the heart of the matter, at it's most pure. She stopped concerning herself with whether she would be professionally obligated to report her discussion with Teyla or write down notes later; Teyla was more self aware at that moment than Kate could ever lead her to be.
"I brought some things to distract you, if that's what you want," Kate said, all stuttering voice now the professionalism was irrelevant, "but I can leave you too, if you'd prefer."
At the slight quirk of an eyebrow Kate un-slung her bag and displayed the three items of frivolity she had in her possession. Teyla picked one of them up. "I've been thinking of dying my hair red," Kate explained, and wondered if Teyla remembered the conversation they'd had. Teyla skipped over the tube of face mask and picked up the cucumber. "I had to trade with the kitchen staff," Kate said wryly.
"Is it a food item?" Teyla asked, and Kate thought suddenly that of course Teyla wouldn't know what Earth food looked like unprepared if it had been grown in the Lantian kitchen greenhouse and not on the mainland.
"Yes, and if you've had a long day, cold slices on your closed eyelids can feel good..." Kate trailed off as Teyla got a particularly mischievious look on her face and tested the weight of the vegetable in her hand as though she were going to throw it.
"It does not look like a food item," Teyla said, with at least half a smile. Kate blushed, but couldn't look away. After all, she reasoned, she's come there to distract Teyla, she was entitled to watch her handiwork as the woman smiled.
And a smiling Teyla was worth watching.
"What I would most like," Teyla said, eyes looking away and then back, boldly, to Kate, "is to be held. To sleep, and not be alone." Kate felt her smile ease off her face as she understood what Teyla was asking.
And then she knew with great certainty that she would not be returning to her quarters to write a report, or for any other reason. Kate smiled again at Teyla, and freely watched to see if she smiled back.
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Date: 2007-04-22 04:06 am (UTC)Sorry, I would like to smile and be gentled by the lovely atmosphere of this piece (because it is indeed lovely), but I'm sort of... stuck at the cucumber. *facepalm at myself*
:D
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Date: 2007-04-22 04:19 am (UTC)Now I will got to bed with happy thoughts of Kate holding Teyla. Thank you.
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Date: 2007-04-22 04:36 am (UTC)And this piece is beautiful :)=
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Date: 2007-04-22 04:48 am (UTC)And glad you think it's lovely, even with the obscure, veiled, naughty joke.
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Date: 2007-04-22 04:49 am (UTC)Sleep well, and thank you.
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Date: 2007-04-22 10:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-22 12:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-22 12:57 pm (UTC)How do other people deal with characters who share their name; ever *written* them?
I have no idea. The only show I can think of with a character who stole my name is Friends and I barely even watched any of that. Though, it was odd when one of the Chinese students in grad school said, "Oh, like on Friends" when I told her my name. It was mine first!
I really need to read "Footsoldiers on Uneven Ground" sooner rather than later. Hope the impending move isn't making you too insane.
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Date: 2007-04-23 11:12 pm (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2007-04-23 11:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-23 11:22 pm (UTC)I couldn't really see her snapping at anyone. I'm not nearly that serene, but I definitely have an inner censor that assumes other people don't want to know what's going on in my head most times. When I get frayed, I'm more likely to say what I'm thinking, rather than editing for content; I'm assuming that Teyla is like that. Of course, if she were annoyed, you wouldn't have gotten a mischievious joke, you'd have gotten a sarcastic bitch-slap of a comment; so that says something about Kate.
Anyway. I have to say I enjoy being a recurring character, as I can be invested without knowing or needing to know a whole lot about Kate. This is good, because obviously it's all about me, me, me. And this way, I frigging get the girl, which never gets old. \o/
I sort of love Footsoldiers. No, I really love Footsoldiers. And, unlike most of the other stuff I'm writing lately, it does not spoil for unaired eps! Although I did get a smidge jossed by the one upcoming Teal'c ep, but just a little.
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Date: 2007-12-17 05:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-19 06:32 am (UTC)I always, always grin when I read a Kate story--bonus points if she gets the girl. *g*