ltcol_wraithbait: (Smirk)
Title / Prompt: So quilt the sandstone
Character: John Sheppard, LtCol, USAF
Warnings: none
Pairings: McShep if you squint
Your character's fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Word count: 325 per Pocket Word
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or the situation. If I did, it'd have to be on pay-per-view...
Crossposted to [livejournal.com profile] splinters_say


"Rodney, have you figured out what that damned thing says yet?" he asked, leaning back against a stone pillar and looking profoundly bored.

"No, I have not. You do realize that it takes at least a small bit of effort to translate Ancient carvings, right?" Rodney asked with his usual display of irritation and impatience. "I mean, it's not like I just look at these things and immediately know what they mean even when I do know the individual words."

He knew he wasn't supposed to behave like this -- after all, he was in charge of all of the military on the Pegasus expedition, and the CO of this unit specifically -- but it was so hard when Rodney was being such a brat. "You've figured something out -- I can see you've got stuff written down on your notes! I even saw you typing something into your computer. So c'mon, Rodney, tell me what it says!"

"It's... just a preliminary translation," Rodney hedged. "As a matter of fact, I'm pretty sure the person writing this was either insane, or desperately wanted to write romance novels."

"You read romance novels?" Sheppard asked, cocking his head and giving Rodney a curious look for a moment.

"What? No! It's just that kind of -- look, it doesn't make any sense," Rodney answered, and if Sheppard thought he was overly defensive, he didn't say anything because he was just too amused by Rodney's voice hitting that note.

"Oh, come on -- maybe it's just something figurative," Sheppard said, pushing himself off the wall and arriving very suddenly to look over Rodney's shoulder at the laptop screen. "...Or, maybe not."

"See, I told you!"

"'So quilt the sandstone'?!" he asked as his expression twisted into an exaggeratedly puzzled frown that only he seemed capable of making. "Are you sure this guy wasn't just nuts?"

"Um. It's a possibility..."

"Yeah. So... wanna see if there's anything to eat around here?"
ltcol_wraithbait: (Heroes)
Title / Prompt: 1/07 - "Everything's fine today, that is our illusion." --Voltaire
Character: John Sheppard, LtCol, USAF
Warnings: Spoilers for 3x14 - The Tao of Rodney, and 3x17 - Sunday
Pairings: McShep
Your character's fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Word count: 393 per MS Word
Rating: PG-13 for language
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or the situation. If I did, it'd have to be on pay-per-view...
Crossposted to [livejournal.com profile] licenseartistic


Spoilers for 3x14 - The Tao of Rodney, and 3x17- Sunday )
ltcol_wraithbait: (Heroes)
Title / Prompt: 12/06 - From June: Sharp & Velvet
Character: John Sheppard, LtCol, USAF
Warnings: Minor spoilers for episodes 3x07 (Common Ground) & 3x13 (Irresponsible); there she goes again, tossing canon to the wind
Pairings: McShep (and hints of two other pairings)
Your character's fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Word count: 416 per PocketWord
Rating: PG-13 for reference to torture and adult situations
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or the situation. If I did, it'd have to be on pay-per-view...
Crossposted to [livejournal.com profile] licenseartistic


Minor Spoilers for 3x07 & 3x13 )
ltcol_wraithbait: (Default)
Title / Prompt: Aerodynamically the bumble bee shouldn't be able to fly, but the bumble bee doesn't know it, so it goes on flying anyway. --Mary Kay Ash
Character: John Sheppard, LtCol, USAF
Warnings: None
Pairings: Sheppard/Puddlejumper?
Your character's fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Word count: 177 per PocketWord
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or the situation. If I did, it'd have to be on pay-per-view...
Crossposted to [livejournal.com profile] licenseartistic


He knows as much about aerodynamics as the next helicopter pilot -- more than most, really, considering the maneuvers he's been able to make the machines perform -- but he's perplexed when it comes to applying that knowledge to a puddlejumper.

The propulsion system is just this side of his knowledge threshold -- Rodney explains it like it's the easiest thing in the world to understand, but after a bit it really does sound more like Treknobabble than anything else, and he just focuses on flying the beautifully compact little ships.

It doesn't take him long to figure out that while the controls do handle the majority of the maneuvers and flying, he's still able to make them do more than any other pilot out there, and he's pretty sure he knows why. He believes he can do it, and the ships do whatever he wants. It doesn't even seem like he's really pushed their capabilities yet, and flying an atmosphere and space capable vehicle that will do anything he wants is a pretty damned cool thing.
ltcol_wraithbait: (Default)
Title / Prompt: Want
Character: John Sheppard, LtCol, USAF
Warnings: none (note, this is set during the first season -- no deus ex Daedalus)
Pairings: McShep if you squint
Your character's fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Word count: 231 per MS Word
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or the situation. If I did, it'd have to be on pay-per-view... (although not this one!)
Crossposted to [livejournal.com profile] licenseartistic


They knew things were going to be a little thin from time to time, since they were unable to bring large amounts of supplies from Earth with them. Trading with other planets managed to stretch out what they did bring for a little longer than they'd originally expected, but right about now, Sheppard thinks, he'd just about kill for a big old juicy burger and some nice crispy french fries. And a coke. Oh god, a nice cold straight-from-the-fridge coke, the bubbles tickling his nose when he drinks it...

He knows Rodney's much the same way about real fresh-brewed coffee -- they're down to the instant, and that just doesn't compare. And while they found something on a nearby planet that's close, it's not close enough.

The one thing they haven't been hurting for is beer -- seems just about all the locals have some version of it, although it's kind of hit or miss at times and while Sheppard's had some really good homebrews, that whatever-it-was the natives on one planet made out of their sour apples didn't quite fit into that category. So yeah, if he was going to make a shopping list to send home, beer would be on it too.

It's not like they're starving, but after nearly a year out here on their own, he's really starting to want some of the simple pleasures of Earth...
ltcol_wraithbait: (Default)
Title / Prompt: 9/06 - "Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it." ~Russel Baker
Character: John Sheppard, LtCol, USAF
Warnings: none
Pairings: McShep if you're so inclined
Your character's fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Word count: 291 per PocketWord
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or the situation. If I did, it'd have to be on pay-per-view...
Crossposted to [livejournal.com profile] licenseartistic


"But it's so hot and I'm going to get sunburn," Rodney bitched -- almost whined -- and Sheppard sighed and lazily backstroked another few yards away.

"Come on, Rodney -- you already told me that homemade sunblock stuff is waterproof, and the water's nice. It'll cool you off -- you won't feel so hot. And besides, you've been here long enough now to be a little more acclimated -- hell, I was stationed in Antarctica, and I'm not melting in the heat..."

"You know, no one's studied the sea life here yet -- who knows what kind of things live in the ocean!"

"You do know how to swim, right?"

"Of course I know how to swim!" Rodney answered defensively.

Sheppard grinned -- he knew he had him now. Another few lazy strokes, then he rolled into a back-float and said, "Y'know, I don't think I believe you, Rodney."

"Oh, that is just-- fine. Fine, Colonel, watch me," Rodney huffed, stripping off his shoes, socks, and pants. Sheppard noticed he kept his shirt on, even as he slathered the sunblock on every inch of exposed skin and even smoothed some on his scalp. "I really hope this doesn't need industrial strength soap to remove," Rodney muttered, then he held his nose and jumped off the platform into the water. A few moments later he surfaced next to Sheppard, and began treading water. "See? We do have swimming pools in Canada, you know."

Sheppard laughed and asked, "See? Water's not so bad, is it?"

"You-- you tricked me!"

"It worked -- you're in here with me," Sheppard answered with a smug grin.

"Yeah -- about that? Your ears are awfully pink..."

Sheppard's grin fell a little bit. "Can I borrow your sunblock?"
ltcol_wraithbait: (Default)
Title / Prompt: 8/06 - Babble
Character: John Sheppard, LtCol, USAF
Warnings: None
Pairings: McShep
Your character's fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Word count: 283 per PocketWord
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or the situation. If I did, it'd have to be on pay-per-view...
Crossposted to [livejournal.com profile] licenseartistic


One of the earliest things Sheppard noticed about Rodney was his tendency to babble.

He did it when he was brainstorming, his mouth working only a tiny bit slower than his amazing mind. Sheppard used to try to follow what he was saying, and sometimes managed to follow the entire train of thought, only to realize that he was two steps behind and Rodney had changed directions entirely. He wasn't stupid by any stretch of the imagination, but Rodney was just operating on another level entirely.

He did it when he was afraid, sometimes trying to talk himself out of trouble, sometimes trying to stall or confuse the enemy until one of the military or warriors had a chance to save him, and sometimes just because words would start spewing out of his mouth and not stop until he was safe again. It tended to annoy people, but Sheppard wasn't blind to the fact that sometimes he used it to spur himself into action -- often insane and reckless action, but still. Rodney wasn't a complete coward.

And he did it when they were behind closed doors, when he was licking or touching or stroking just the right place. Sheppard liked that type of babbling the best, because he didn't have to try to follow what Rodney was saying -- if Rodney was babbling in bed, he knew he was doing something right.
ltcol_wraithbait: (Heroes)
Title / Prompt:7/06 - First
Character: John Sheppard, LtCol, USAF
Warnings: none
Pairings: Sheppard/Atlantis, sorta
Your character's fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Word count: 263 per MSWord
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or the situation. If I did, it'd have to be on pay-per-view...
Crossposted to [livejournal.com profile] licenseartistic


The first time he sits in the command chair in Antarctica he's so surprised by its response he doesn't have time to think about what he feels. There's yelling and people running around, and amazement over the ease with which he operates it, especially after the struggle Carson had trying to control it. He doesn't really reflect on it until later, when he's trying to decide whether to join the expedition or not.

And even to some extent, he doesn't have time to reflect on it when they step through the gate and into another galaxy. He has his duties, there are all kinds of possible hazards and he has to protect the scientists and the other members of the team -- but he can't help the odd moment of awe and amazement as he feels systems coming alive around him, waking up to his presence.

And he knows that's it -- the others speculate that the systems are turning on merely because there are people there now, but he can feel it's much more than that. He isn't quite sure why it doesn't scare him -- perhaps because it feels so right, but there's a gentle touch on his mind. A gentle touch, almost a caress; and a welcome. His first steps into an alien galaxy, first steps on an alien world, and it feels like he's coming home.

The city lights up in joy around him, and he hears the music for the first time. He grins as they all explore, and decides that he's really going to like it here.
ltcol_wraithbait: (Heroes)
Title / Prompt: "We wake in the night, to stereophonic silence." ~Mignon McLaughlin, The Neurotic's Notebook, 1960
Character: John Sheppard, LtCol, USAF
Warnings: slight AUishness
Pairings: McShep, Atlantis/Sheppard
Your character's fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Word count: 309 per MS Word
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or the situation. If I did, it'd have to be on pay-per-view...
Crossposted to [livejournal.com profile] licenseartistic


They try not to camp out in the open too many times on missions. Sheppard finds it makes him uncomfortable and jumpy being away from the puddlejumper, and he ends up taking too many watches to make up for the fact that he doesn't sleep well. Sometimes he shocks awake in the middle of the night, terrified that everything's gone and he's all alone. Off on missions and away from Atlantean tech, it's just too quiet, and he just can't sleep in the quiet.

Rodney has noticed this problem, sometimes tries to comfort him, but he shies away from that, still unable to let down his guard enough to allow it with even that limited audience. And god forbid their team should consist of other military members, because then he just can't manage to relax.

It's being away from the city for long periods of time. He knows that's it, but he can't bring himself to tell anyone that, in case they think there's something wrong with him. In case they want to ground him...

When they get back home to Atlantis, Rodney goes to his quarters at night and talks with him, does more than that since there's no way anyone will get into his room without his permission. In Atlantis, no one can make any part of the city do something Sheppard doesn't want. No one can possibly break into his room, so they're safe together, their privacy assured.

Back at home, he can hear the city -- the soft hum and buzz of her circuitry, the systems switching on and off, and the gentle song that underlies everything. He can't help himself, reaches out to hear it as he drifts off to sleep, Rodney wrapped in his arms already snoring softly. The city sings him to sleep, and all is right with the world once more...
ltcol_wraithbait: (Heroes)
What does 'comfort' mean to you?

I wasn't always like this. When I was by myself, I used to listen to music, or want things to be completely quiet. I used to hate when I could hear the neighbors talking, or dogs barking outside, cars honking, that kind of thing. I guess I kind of had a thing against 'ambient noise' -- always rubbed me the wrong way.

But since coming to Atlantis, that's changed a little. Now, I find myself lying awake at night, or getting up early in the morning, so I can listen to the city around me. She talks to me. Sometimes she even sings to me, and I've gotten very accustomed to a kind of low-level, constant background hum when I'm up and around during the day. It's not so much that I feel it when it's there, but I sure as hell notice when it's gone.

Seems like I get all twitchy and irritated if I'm away from the city for too long. I should probably tell someone about this, maybe Beckett or Heightmeyer, but then they'd want to experiment on me, and... to tell you the truth, I think maybe we've been a little too free on the experimenting already.

But then we come home and I can hear her again, and everything seems like it's all right with the world. I think, maybe, she sings me to sleep...

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Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Muse: John Sheppard, LtCol, USAF
Word Count: 230 per PocketWord
Crossposted to [livejournal.com profile] theatrical_muse
ltcol_wraithbait: (Heroes)
Title / Prompt: Orange
Character: John Sheppard, LtCol, USAF
Warnings: none
Pairings: McShep
Your character's fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Word count: 574 per MS Word
Rating: PG for language
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or the situation. If I did, it'd have to be on pay-per-view...
Crossposted to [livejournal.com profile] licenseartistic


Cut for length )
ltcol_wraithbait: (Default)
What was/is your childhood ambition?

I got the flying bug early, so I always wanted to be a pilot. And before anyone goes saying it's in my blood, I wanted to be a pilot despite my father. And yeah, maybe there was some small part of me that did it so that he'd pay some attention to me and possibly even admit that I wasn't a total waste of time...

And of course, I didn't want to just be one of those pilots who spent their weekends flying round in circles over the local airstrip -- although that was certainly a good way to start! I wanted to do all the fancy flying and aerobatics and the like. One of the few family outings we all went on was to an air show at the local base. I got to watch the Thunderbirds do their thing, and I was hooked. I think I was four...

I'd run around the yard, pretending I was a plane, soaring and banking with my arms out and everything. Didn't know a thing about helicopters at that point, which is probably good, all things considered. Would've looked pretty silly trying to be a rotor...

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Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Muse: John Sheppard, LtCol, USAF
Word Count: 194 per MS Word
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*snerk*

May. 5th, 2006 05:10 pm
ltcol_wraithbait: (Default)
From [livejournal.com profile] rogersmith_bigo

My LJ Elite Strike Team... )
ltcol_wraithbait: (Heroes)
Title / Prompt: Picture Prompt 2 - Shiny City
Character: John Sheppard, LtCol, USAF
Warnings: possible spoilers for Trinity
Pairings: implied McShep
Your character's fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Word count: 618 per MS Word
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or the situation. If I did, it'd have to be on pay-per-view...
Crossposted to [livejournal.com profile] licenseartistic


Cut for length )

Dangerman

Apr. 7th, 2006 10:08 am
ltcol_wraithbait: (Heroes)
What is the most dangerous thing you have ever done?

Spoilers for Siege Pt. II & III )

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Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Muse: John Sheppard, LtCol, USAF
Word Count: 505 per MS Word
Crossposted to [livejournal.com profile] theatrical_muse
ltcol_wraithbait: (Default)
What does your dream home look like?

Well, a certain bunch of aliens would have you believe it's this swank bachelor pad with all kinds of crazy things -- sculptures and a fitness center and various things I've seen around here and there that caught my eye. And a fridge full of beer, beer, and more beer. And a fresh pineapple. Not really sure about that part. Or the fact that I never actually got to see the bedroom. Wonder what they thought I would've wanted there...

But in truth, it wouldn't really be like that at all. That's all bits and pieces of stuff they took out of my subconscious and put together without really knowing me at all.

'Cause you see, my dream home looks a whole hell of a lot like where I'm living right now. All spires and towers kind of like Tomorrowland got together with Sleeping Beauty's castle and had a little alien fortress of their own. Lots of steel and blue and aqua and teal, with some nice dark wood and oranges and ambers to accent here and there, like stained glass. Lights and doors and whole rooms that do what I want them to do; ways to transport myself around the city in moments, and my very own hangar full of amazing ships that are the next best thing to those flying cars the cartoons promised us.

Only one or two things I'd really change -- first, we'd have enough power to be able to do whatever the hell we want, whenever we want to. We'd have fully working shields and cloaks, and we wouldn't have to worry about the Wraith attacking. And the beds would be a little bit wider -- just, you know, so two adults could sleep side by side without one falling off when the other one rolls over. And one of these days, just like he said, Rodney'll make the city fly.

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Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Muse: John Sheppard, LtCol, USAF
Word Count: 317 per PocketWord
Crossposted to [livejournal.com profile] theatrical_muse
ltcol_wraithbait: (Default)
Title / Prompt: 3/06 - Fly/Picture Prompt
Character: John Sheppard, LtCol, USAF
Warnings: none
Pairings: McShep if you squint sideways
Your character's fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Word count: 875 per PocketWord
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or the situation.
Crossposted to [livejournal.com profile] licenseartistic


cut for length (875?! When did that happen?) )
ltcol_wraithbait: (Pissed the hell off)
Write about your father.

Write about your father. Why the hell would I want to do that? Heitmeyer put you up to this, didn't she. God, can't I just write about the time I nearly got turned into a bug, or the time Ford tried to turn my team into drug addicts instead?

*heavy sigh*

All right. My father, General Sheppard. Just how many kids do you know have to call their dad 'Sir' even when they're five, huh? Not 'Dad', and especially not 'Daddy' -- ever. And the grades and the athletics didn't matter, I was always 'that lazy boy' because I wasn't up and out at 0500 every morning.

Finally almost made him proud when I got my commission. Almost. Except then I showed a particular aptitude for flying helicopters, and that was it. Didn't matter how well or how fancy I could fly, it wasn't 'real flying' if it wasn't a plane. And it wasn't like I couldn't fly a plane -- I'm fucking good at that too -- it's just that they needed good chopper pilots and I ended up being one of the best. Survived things no one should have survived...

But it doesn't matter that I could never measure up to his expectations. Doesn't matter one bit. He's gone, now, and I really don't care. Is that enough? Can I go now?

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Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Muse: John Sheppard, Major, USAF
Word Count: 228 per PocketWord
Crossposted to [livejournal.com profile] theatrical_muse
ltcol_wraithbait: (Default)
Title / Prompt: Feb 06 - Coffee
Character: John Sheppard, LtCol, USAF
Warnings: none
Pairings: Sheppard/McKay implied
Your character's fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Word count: 274 per PocketWord
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. If I did, it'd have to be on pay-per-view...
Crossposted to [livejournal.com profile] licenseartistic


He can't quite hide the grin as he watches people going through the crates off-loaded from the Daedalus. It's so nice to be able to get supplies from Earth, and know that they're no longer limited to the small amount they could bring with them on their first trip. Trading for food and clothing is one thing, but he's not about to deny he likes his comforts. New socks and boxer-briefs may be simple pleasures, but try going for a year with the same small number -- just about anyone would be excited finding a brand new nine-pack in not only their size, but their colour, too!

But the thing that makes him grin like a goon and nearly laugh out loud, is when Rodney discovers the crate that had been packed for Dr. Jackson. When Vala showed up at the SGC and tricked him into being bound to her, he had to miss his trip on the Daedalus, but no one off-loaded his crate. And now, there's the head of their scientists, pawing through the crate and practically giggling as he clutches two things like they're the answer to the great mysteries of the universe.

He can't resist walking up and briefly touching Rodney's shoulder, trying to catch a glimpse of what his friend is now hugging to his chest. "Whatcha got there, Rodney?"

For an instant, he almost expects him to growl, "Mine!" and try to hide them, but then Rodney turns to him, his eyes lit up with joy. "Two pounds of espresso roast, whole bean coffee!" he answers, and Sheppard has to grin. Fresh coffee trumps new underwear every time.
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