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. ____
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.
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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.