March Madness, Strikes, I would never write meme

[holdouttrout]

My office is not betting on the ourcome of the March Madness brackets, but we did all fill them out. For not knowing ANY of the teams, I'm not doing too badly, so far. *grins* I've got 14 wins, and no one seems to think I'm *too* stupid with my picks. Yet.

I er...think the idea of a strike today is kinda ridiculous. Plus, it's FRIDAY. Come on, people--nobody posts enough on Fridays in the first place.

I also updated my website with all the fic I'd written between November 2007 and now. There...wasn't as much as there should have been. Although there was quite a nice bit of porn. And two LONGish fics. So that's alright. I added a "Smut and Mature" fics page and a "Long Fics" page. I'm very haphazard about the whole thing, but it works for me. Still gotta think about actual webspace and er...coming up with something a little more organized.

I want to do the "I will never write" meme again. So, comment and give me something--ANYTHING--you think I'd never ever write. I can't guarantee that it won't be crackfic, but...I don't think y'all would mind too much. *g* Er...feel free to give me a pairing and/or a prompt. And break OTPs. If you wish.

Comments

[surreallis.livejournal.com]

Jeez, I don't know. You're pretty willing to try most things! (Which is awesome, btw!)

Sam ends up with Cam someone else, but not by default because Jack doesn't want her. He actually does, and he's bitter.

Or, you know. MPREG!

[holdouttrout.livejournal.com]

Well, the MPEG I did below for Julie (sort of), so I'll attempt to do a decent job at the Sam/someone else fic.

:-)

[holdouttrout.livejournal.com]

It's just a little ficlet, but here you go:


It was a slip, although it was something that only someone who'd known Carter for a long time would have caught.

A simple touch, and of the few people who saw it, only Jack caught its significance, saw the way her fingers slid just so down his arm--down Mitchell's arm, and wasn't that just--

He cut himself off and turned his head sharply, looking for Daniel or Teal'c or anybody else, really. A "small retirement party" for someone or another had happened to coincide with one of Jack's rare visits. He'd thought it would be good to stop by, informally, but really it was just damn awkward. Every time he saw Daniel and Vala arguing, or Mitchell and Carter laughing together, it just reminded him how much things had changed, and not in the ways he expected.

"General O'Neill, sir!"

Jack turned. Mitchell stood behind him, grinning. Carter had moved, and Jack saw that she'd managed to find Daniel and Vala. He glared at Mitchell, who didn't notice at all.

"Are you enjoying the party, sir?"

Jack managed to churn out a sort of grimace and a slightly sarcastic, "Am I ever," which made Mitchell chuckle. Jack attempted to look completely at ease so he wouldn't have to fill any awkward silences. Thankfully, Carolyn Lam came up behind Mitchell and commanded his attention, leaving Jack alone in the middle of the room again.

The sound of Carter's laugh reached him, and he took a gulp of his punch, deciding he'd been present long enough. He crumpled the cup as he reached the doorway and tossed it into the garbage can.

"Leaving already, sir?" said a soft voice behind his ear. Jack flinched and turned, slowly, unhitching his shoulders just a little.

"Oh, you know me, Carter. Never really cared for these kinds of things."

Carter grinned. "No, sir."

A technician gave them a nod and they parted to let him through the door, Sam moving over to Jack's side once he'd passed. Old habits died hard.

"So..." Carter rocked on her heels. "Anything new?"

Jack looked out at the crowd, taking in the familiar and unfamiliar faces. He felt a flash of the anger he wasn't dwelling on right now. "Nope."

Carter gave him a puzzled look. He'd broken the pattern, hadn't given her a comment to grin at.

He said, "You?" He couldn't help it--an edge crept into his voice and he caught her eye, saw the moment her eyes widened. It was almost imperceptible, but Jack knew she'd somehow heard the knowledge in his voice.

"How did you--" she cut herself off, another straggler coming through the doorway. When he was past, she shook her head. "Sir, I--"

"Carter." He didn't want an explanation.

Now the silence was awkward where it had been friendly, at least on her part. She was frowning, and Jack wished he hadn't slipped--that he'd been able to keep things the same.

He watched Mitchell turn toward them, catch Sam's eye and smile, and he knew without looking at Sam that she would be smiling back. He moved behind her, slipped out the door.

Then again, things were already different. All he would be doing was pretending.

[surreallis.livejournal.com]

Guh! Now that was amazing. You did that very well. *sighs* And that is SO bitter!Jack.

[holdouttrout.livejournal.com]

Thank you! Annerb and I were talking last night, and I said that I really didn't like the idea of Sam with Cam because it seems like such a slap in the face to Jack--like he wasn't worth it but Cam was. On the other hand, I feel like that makes me a rabid shipper. ;-)

[surreallis.livejournal.com]

See, and I felt sort of the same way with Jack/Kerry in season 8. I kind of wanted Sam to kick him in the nads at one point. Stupid OTP. Not so cute at that point.

[holdouttrout.livejournal.com]

Ah, yes. Well, honestly...Jack/Kerry was after she'd started with Pete, but Gah! Yes. (I mean, he never even let her know that he'd be willing, and okay, maybe she wouldn't be, but...STILL!)