Meme: Pairings I have (most likely) not written

[holdouttrout]

Guys! I haven't done a meme in a while. Want to help me play?

Give me a pairing that I have never written, and I will give you at least 100 words about them, either meta or fic. If I don't know the pairing in question, I'll make something up or give you another shot.

Note: If you're not sure which pairings I have written, don't feel like you have to devote your afternoon toward research--unless it's Sam/Jack. Because really.

I can't even believe how much posting this is stressing me out. Hello, Trout! It's a MEME.

Comments

[ultranos]

Because I feel cracky: GLaDOS and the Bird.

(I could give you a real pairing. But that requires more brainpower right now than I might have.)

[holdouttrout]

I love your brain. That's all I want to say before I post the rest of this. It's over 100 words, because... it is. And I am too lazy to cut more. Just let me say, though, that writing anything in Portal is fiendishly difficult, since there's really only one character at this point.

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Good. She's gone. I'd say I am going to miss her, but that would be a lie.

Now, for some new test chambers--

AUGH! BIRD!

It must have followed us. Trying to find the surface. Well, that's not going to happen. All access points are now sealed. With turrets.

hello

search mode activated

deploying

Good. Kill the bird.

target lost

No!

searching

hello?

Oh, great. Apparently I need a turret with faster reflexes. At least the bird isn't big enough to knock them--

AHHHHHHHHHHH!

...

Okay. New plan. I wait for the bird to die--wait. What are you doing? That is my head, not a nest! Get away from that! No! NO EGGS. No!

...

[ultranos]

I might have actually just clapped my hands in glee.

there were no witnesses. you can't prove anything.

[holdouttrout]

I just like how apparently I made babyfic out of that prompt. :-P

[besyd]

Okay, that? Is priceless.

[holdouttrout]

Thank you! I can, apparently, still do crack. :-P

[sixbeforelunch]

Your profile lists Pride and Prejudice as an interest. I don't know if you've read Austin's other works, but if you like Persuasion, how about some Anne/Wentworth?

If you're not a Persuasion fan, Darcy/Elizabeth? Or have you written them before?

[holdouttrout]

Ooh. Okay, I do like Persuasion, but I can't actually remember it well enough to write anything. And the one time I tried writing Pride & Prejudice fanfic, I wanted to cut off my own fingers. Let me think a second...

Darcy/Elizabeth it is, and you will hopefully forgive any terrible errors as far as language, etc.

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"You can tell by looking at them." This was uttered in a tone of disgust by a well-dressed young woman to her acquaintance, another, less well-dressed young woman to her right.

The second woman avoided peering at the couple in question, but she did allow a lengthy glance in their general direction. "I'm not certain. He doesn't appear to be madly in love with his wife."

The first woman sniffed. "Regardless, she is obviously in love with him."

Another lengthy glance revealed that the wife in question had her hand on her husband's arm in a most possessive manner, and she was actually leaning toward him to whisper something in his ear. As the second woman watched, she thought she saw what might be construed as a glint of amusement in the husband's eye.

It was probably a trick of the light, but she wasn't sure.

Another sniff. "It isn't seemly."

It wasn't, but the second woman thought it must be nice.

[sixbeforelunch]

Aw! So cute! Thank you very much, I liked it lots. :)

[holdouttrout]

Yay! :-)

[besyd]

You say S/J, but my first reaction was Wah! I can't request Tony/Pepper! because, y'know, the awesomeness that is Friday Night. And then I went and re-read Friday Night .. and got (delightfully) hot and bothered at, oh, 5:30 am. I love that little fic so much. :^D

Anyway. Something to request (if you won't take pity on me and just write T/P -g-). How about .. Hailey/Grogan? (And okay, now I need to go watch Foothold again. Online watch party, anyone? I miss chat!

[holdouttrout]

Sorry--I couldn't allow myself Tony/Pepper, as much as I WANTED to, but I did manage Hailey/Grogan, oddly enough. :-)
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Finding people in the SGC wasn't difficult. There were only a few places people gathered that weren't their offices (or labs, if they had them). Grogan checked off his list as he wandered away from the infirmary.

Infirmary. He just came from there, so, no.

Commissary. He checked his watch. It was just past 1400, so it wasn't likely. He cruised by, just in case. Nope.

The main physics lab. People liked to hang out there because all the new weapons passed through it, but today it was strangely empty.

Ah. The gym. Sure enough, Hailey was there, bench pressing what had seemed like a ridiculously large amount of weight for someone her size the first time Grogan had seen it. He didn't make that mistake anymore.

Grogan found himself admiring her arms for a moment, and then Hailey racked the bar and sat up, looking at him with her customary inscrutable expression.

"Just get back?" She said. "I thought SG-9 came back a few hours ago."

Grogan shrugged. "Infirmary."

"Get shot again?"

Grogan sighed. "Zatted."

A small smile might have flitted across her face.

"McCabe's?"

"Sure."

"You're buying." There was definitely a grin. Hailey walked toward the door, and Grogan followed. "You gotta stop getting shot."

Grogan sighed again. "I know."

[besyd]

Okay, I'll forgive you the no-Tony/Pepper (I figured not -g-) because oh. OH! How much do I love this! I adore those kids, and there they are. Just for meeee! And so spot on perfect. Thank you so much!

[holdouttrout]

Yay! So glad you liked. I think the kids are awesome, too--and I'd never written either of them. *gasp*

[zats_clear]

oh no stress, honey! Just fun!

Ok, I will toss out one you may never have heard of and one more commonly known in our circles. That way, you can skip that first one if you need to LOL

Harry Dresden/VI Warshawski

or

Daniel Jackson/Dana Scully do I really need to list the fandoms? :P

[holdouttrout]

I know Dresden, but not the other. Second choice it is!
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"Excuse me," Daniel said, getting up from his barstool, just a bit unsteady on his feet.

Dana watched him walk carefully to the bathrooms at the back. He was an interesting puzzle. Tall, well-built, but not the type who worked out for its own sake. Intelligent, too--their conversation had ranged wildly, though she had noticed that he had some of the same gaps in contemporary popular culture that she did. In her case it came from working long hours with little time for recreational TV, and she thought maybe he was the same.

He was also, she thought with an inward sigh, a true believer. She wasn't sure in what, but he had started what seemed like a well-practiced rant about intellectual blinders and "their inability to comprehend the truth about the universe."

Oh, well. At least he'd had the grace to look a little embarrassed when he'd caught what he was saying. And he had let her talk, too.

He was walking back, now, looking much steadier, and a little uncertain.

Dana drained her glass and stood up just as he reached the table.

"Walk me home?" she asked, gratified by the answering look in his eyes.

She liked tall men.

[zats_clear]

oh oh oh! I love it! Thanks so much :)

(VI is Victoria, a private detective in Chicago. Great book series, if you ever need a mystery-type read)

[holdouttrout]

You're quite welcome--and I am really glad you liked it!

That does sound pretty fabulous. I'll keep it in mind. :-)

[mrspollifax.livejournal.com]

Oooh, meme! Fun. How about Sam/Caldwell. Or Sam/Kawalsky? Or hey, Jack/Vala. (OMG I cannot make decisions! You pick.)

[holdouttrout.livejournal.com]

Oh, man. This meme was a GREAT IDEA. (I have totally written Jack/Vala (http://holdouttrout.livejournal.com/tag/jack%2Fvala), by the way, but the only reason you're not getting more is because Sam/Caldwell struck my fancy.
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It wasn't until after Sam returned to Earth--and wasn't that one of the most humiliating moments of her life--that she and Steven became friends.

Oh, they had been friendly colleagues, true, but it wasn't quite the same thing. By the time Steven had shown up again, she had been assured by several well-meaning people that the "bastards in charge were idiots" (Teal'c had said, "I believe that all here recognize your valuable skills and expertise," in a special tone that implied he'd happily kill anyone who didn't, which was sweet, really.) She was even starting to believe it, and to look forward to the next challenge, which was starting to look like maybe, just maybe, the newest ship.

Sam had her fingers crossed.

In any case, Steven showed up, they ended up in the commissary together, and before she knew it they were having dinner off-base, at a real restaurant.

There was something surreal about the whole thing, but every time she tried to pin it down she decided that she didn't really want to over-analyze this thing, and she was having a really good time, anyway.

At the end of dinner--a much longer dinner than any Sam had had in the recent past--Steven walked her to her car and smiled.

"This was fun," Sam said, meaning it.

"Next time I'm... around," Steven said, using the standard SGC euphemism for 'on the planet,' "we should do this again."

Sam smiled--grinned, really--, and, oh, yeah, that definitely got a reaction. "It's a date."

She hopped into her car and took off without too many glances in her mirrors. She really hoped he knew she meant it.

She might even wear a dress.

[mrspollifax.livejournal.com]

Hooray! This is great, thank you so much! :) I've been trying to get someone to write me Sam/Caldwell for ages - they had lovely screen chemistry in SGA. You should feel free to write it more if the fancy strikes. *nods*

have totally written Jack/Vala

Ooh! I shall definitely have to go take a look.

[jafacakes.livejournal.com]

I see you are a Star Wars fan, so Han/Leia ?
In SG1 Sam/Rodney ?

[holdouttrout.livejournal.com]

I have written Han/Leia (http://holdouttrout.livejournal.com/tag/han%2Fleia). There isn't much there, but I have more here (https://sites.google.com/site/holdouttrout/starwars). *crosses her fingers that site actually still works* I am in process of loading everything to AO3, but don't think I've managed all the SW yet.
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Rodney looked at the dessert case in confusion. What was he doing here? He had gotten up from the table—where he had been winning the discussion, damn it, so it wasn't the “strategic retreat” Sheppard insinuated it had been. Anyway, he'd risen from his chair, intent on getting a new cup of coffee, and Colonel Carter—who was entirely wrong about—wait, that wasn't important right now.

His mind still wandered down the well-worn path of how wrong Colonel Carter was for a millisecond or two before he managed to wrest it to the dilemma at hand.

All she'd said was “Get me some jello, McKay.” Seemed simple enough, but he was faced with an impossible choice, and he had the feeling it was important—something about the smirks her team had thrown around when she mentioned the jello.

Blue, or red?

The worst part was that he felt like he should know the answer. Oh, this was ridiculous. It wasn't like picking the right color was going to increase his chances, after all.

His choice made, he swung back to the table and placed the dish in front of Sam, holding his breath just a little, maybe.

Sam looked up, and McKay was gratified by the surprise in her eyes as she saw the blue jello.

“Thanks,” was all she said before digging in, but McKay did not fail to notice Sheppard handing a folded-up bill to Teal'c. McKay rolled his eyes. The man still had no faith in him.

[macgyvergal.livejournal.com]

How about Jack/Janet?

[holdouttrout.livejournal.com]

I SWEAR I hadn't forgotten about you. I think that the Olympics stole my brain for a while, but tonight I took a look at the last two prompts and thought, “Oh, I know what to do about those now.” YAY.
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They went, almost without discussion, to his place. Janet liked him to control what they did when they were together, but she liked having the control over how long they were together. Jack remembered that from before, just like he remembered what her expressions meant, both in and out of the bedroom.

He liked some of the bedroom ones a hell of a lot.

Tonight, though, wasn't really about the sex. It had been a grueling day for both of them, one of the times when the front lines got a little blurry. It was nice to have someone around who knew everything without being told, who wouldn't push, who could just... be there.

She stayed, tonight, and he held her, resting and letting her rest.

[macgyvergal.livejournal.com]

WHEE!!!!!