tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61149754767641697732024-03-13T11:54:16.549-04:00Surprise Package This is a blog for my original short stories I wrote to give my favorite character of all time a happy ending. I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them!ladiosabrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04354226145006139165noreply@blogger.comBlogger139125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6114975476764169773.post-37596176735847292512014-12-15T14:45:00.002-05:002014-12-15T14:45:20.583-05:00Sam/Vala PREQUEL Discussion - How DID they find Addy? Might go in final versions:<br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">No, but I was thinking about starting with Smithsonian candidates. I have some contacts there, see who is applying to the ancient studies department, if there is anyone that speaks close to as many languages as he does. If not there, I can call Cambridge, see if I can find someone over there, I don’t know. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I was playing around the other day, on the internet. Cameron was showing how to use Google and how your creepy ass government tracks what we search. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Sorry, but I got curious and looked up Daniel. I found that book he wrote, that one in his office? And there was this woman, dressed like some badass, who wrote a review on it. Called him a nutcase and was making fun of him. It was hilarious. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Sam shook her head. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">PLEASE don’t show him, no matter how mad you get at him. The last thing I need is, well, just no, please. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Vala turned to leave, pausing at the door for a moment. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">You think it’d work? You think he’ll, I dunno, be Daniel again. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Hello, Smithsonian Institution.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Yes ma’am, may I tell her who’s calling. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Sam sat for a moment, wondering if Joyce would even remember her, when her kind voice was on the other line faster than she expected.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">A call from the Colonel in Colorado! Samantha, how are you? </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Fantastic Joyce, how are you? I see that you were promoted. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Senior Historian, the woman agreed, makes me feel old. How’s things out west? </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">We’ve moved operations, actually, to DC.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">You’re here? How? I was certain the Pentagon was closing all research operations in and around the capital. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Long story, very long story, but well, that’s why I’m calling. We’re looking to hire a research assistant, to help with antiquities, you know we’ve had to send in a lot of researchers and historians out to war zones before things are lost forever. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Don’t I know it, the woman agreed, I’m thankful for anything that can be salvaged. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Do you have anyone in mind? Someone that applied for a position you would be willing to let us snipe? </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Did they move you to HR? </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Sam laughed, flushing a bit at her answer. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">General, she corrected, I’m the general, and I run the research institution now. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Congratulations, general, Joyce laughed, and as such you get to hand pick your staff. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Precisely, which is why I’m calling in this little favor. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">No problem at all, let me pull up some files, there was a pause, a few clicks at a keyboard, and mutters before she was back, Any particular area of expertise? </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Archaeology, Egyptian, Middle Eastern, Near East, even Early European, but something in the Ancient Cultures. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Huh, you’re in luck, we’re in the process of filling the assistant curator position at the museum of Natural History right now. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Not necessarily, Joyce grumbled, making a few pen taps of her own, you know how it is, the boy’s club. They’ll fill a quota before they’ll read a resume. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Ok, anyone you wanna pass along. Someone that was really good but didn’t meet the quota. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Not anyone I would pass on. Most of these you can actually feel the ego oozing out of them. Not sure what is wrong with people anymore, they act like getting a PhD makes them a god. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">And there it was, a review of Daniel’s book, a quick skim proving that it was everything that Vala said it was, hilarious</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">,</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> this Dr. Rowan standing dressed like a female Indiana Jones in front of the Coliseum. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">What are the odds?? Sam muttered as the fax machine fired up, the general reaching over to snag the pages.</span></div>
<br /><br /><br /><br />ladiosabrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04354226145006139165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6114975476764169773.post-43982426155066198592014-10-30T19:24:00.000-04:002014-10-30T19:24:43.529-04:00Halloween Story :) NET timeline The knock on the door startled him from his seat, Daniel nearly spilling his coffee into his lap.<br />
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"Who in the hell?!" he peered back at the door as the banging resumed once more.<br />
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"DANIEL!!!"<br />
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"Great," he muttered, recognizing the voice, setting the mug on the table.<br />
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"DANIEL!!""<br />
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"COMING!!" he shouted back as he trudged his way to the door, the handle rattling awaiting his arrival. Sighing, why in the hell was she here, Daniel opened his front door, Vala Mal Doran smiling in the hallway outside of his apartment wearing a very skimpy french maid costume.<br />
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"Took you long enough," she said, sashaying forward.<br />
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"What are you doing here?" he stammered, Vala nearly falling out of the outfit, "And why are you wearing that?"<br />
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"Drool lata shug," a second voice chimed in, Adrienne pushing past both of her friends, powering her way into his apartment, "you two have until I raid Indy's PJ drawer to finish flirting."<br />
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Daniel frowned, turning away from Vala to let his eyes follow his assistant who was heading down the hall, straight for his bedroom.<br />
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"Wait, raid what?"<br />
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"And like that, once again, he's gone..." Vala sighed out, pushing past and heading to the kitchen, the archaeologist looking back and forth between the women in confusion.<br />
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"Ad," he finally decided, choosing to just allow Vala to raid his fridge, "why are you going through my drawer??"<br />
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"I need old man PJs and I remember you having them!" she shouted back, Vala laughing from the kitchen.<br />
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"I'm not sure what to comment on first, the old man pajamas or the fact that Addy knows what your underwear looks like," she added as Daniel rolled his eyes.<br />
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"They're not my underwear..."<br />
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"They're in the same drawer shug!!" Adrienne confirmed, Daniel rubbing his face, choosing not to comment further but see what the Cajun was doing instead.<br />
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"Ad?" he asked as he popped his head around the corner to see her indeed digging through, "why do you need my pajamas?"<br />
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"For a costume," she answered matter of factly, pulling something from the drawer, the pajamas it seemed, holding them up to her chest, "that'll work," she confirmed, pulling her shirt over her head.<br />
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"Sure, you can borrow my pajamas," he said, Adrienne freezing, peeping her head back through the hole.<br />
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"Oops," her face was red, that Southern politeness peeking through her enthusiasm, "Indy the weather screwed my original costume and I need to borrow this so I don't freeze to death."<br />
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"Costume?" he said, walking over to grab the pajamas she had quickly discarded in embarrassment, handing them over, "for what?"<br />
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"You sure," she asked in hesitation as he nodded.<br />
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"Yeah, that's why I'm handing them to you."<br />
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"Thanks," she muttered, taking them and setting them on bed, pulling her shirt over her head again.<br />
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"Can I know why though?" he asked, watching her pull the top over her head, adjusting it down her sides.<br />
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"We're going to Rocky Horror picture show and you dress up for it as one of the characters," she explained, pausing as she went to unbutton her jeans, "I wear a thong Indy, ya might wanna turn your back."<br />
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"Turning," he agreed, doing as asked, "so it's a play?"<br />
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"A movie," she clarified, "this one anyway. Vala is Magenta, hence her slut get up, and I was gonna be Colombia the tap dancer..."<br />
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"You tap dance?" he asked over his shoulder, Adrienne frowning.<br />
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"No, but I like her attitude."<br />
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"Just asking," he crossed his arms, waiting, "continue."<br />
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"Anyway, normally she wears short shorts, really short, which is fine for this, but it's cold and PJs will be warmer, especially since these are flannel, you can turn around now, I'm good," she continued, Daniel turning, "and I swear, I dragged Vala to every open store in the metro area and could only find Christmas pajamas."<br />
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"In October?"<br />
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"You don't shop much shug, do ya?" she said as she reached to fold her own discarded clothes.<br />
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"Not unless you drag me."<br />
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"True," she agreed, setting her stuff on his dresser, "can I just get that later?"<br />
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"I should give you a drawer," Daniel said with a smirk, noting a light knock behind him.<br />
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"I see you watched her change and yet I'm the one trying to sleep with you," Vala cooed, sipping wine from a glass as she leaned in the doorframe, "and now she wants a drawer."<br />
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"I'm ready," Adrienne ignored the comment, "Let's go before the line to get in gets too long."<br />
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"And then you bitch more about the weather," she replied, chugging her glass, "we should bring Glasses."<br />
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"NO," Adrienne said, powering through the door, "let's just get going."<br />
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Daniel paused as the women left his bedroom, slightly hurt.<br />
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"He could go as Brad..."<br />
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"Indy's NOT going..."<br />
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"It would be hilarious..."<br />
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"I said no..."<br />
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"Wait!" and he was racing down the hall after them, totally confused. Normally, he joined Adrienne in her insanity, but for her to be objecting so vehemently was really strange, "Why can't I go?"<br />
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"Yeah Addy," Vala asked, stopping in the hallway, "Why can't he go?"<br />
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"You know why..."<br />
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"I don't," he muttered as his assistant rubbed her face in frustration.<br />
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"Have you ever SEEN the Rocky Horror picture show?" she asked, Daniel shaking his head.<br />
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"No..."<br />
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"Then you're a 'virgin'," she said, air quotes and all, "and one does not want to go to Rocky Horror a virgin."<br />
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"I'm not a..."<br />
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Adrienne stepped forward, clasping her hand over his mouth.<br />
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"Things I never want to discuss, best friend or not," she cut him off, leaving her hand in place, "it means that you have never experienced the film. They will write VIRGIN on your head in red lipstick and do horrible things to you all night."<br />
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Daniel removed her hand, his brow furrowed.<br />
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"Define horrible."<br />
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"Trust me," she repeated, "horrible. And if you go as Brad..."<br />
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"Then Addy gets to see more of your underwear!" Vala declared with glee, Adrienne nowhere near as amused.<br />
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"My underwear?"<br />
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"Yes," the Cajun confirmed, "Brad gets stripped down pretty early on in the show. Do you wanna be half naked with the word virgin written on your forehead?"<br />
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"Not particularly..."<br />
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"Then thanks for the PJs and I'll call you tomorrow," she said turning to go, Vala following with a shrug. They made it to the door, Adrienne's hand at the knob when Daniel couldn't take it, his curiosity killing him.<br />
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"Ad?"<br />
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She paused, her forehead resting on the door.<br />
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"Yeah?"<br />
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"What's the movie about?"<br />
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Adrienne turned slowly, a grimace on her face.<br />
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"Transsexual transvestites from the planet Transylvania doing research on humans..."<br />
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"Really?" he asked, her face reddening.<br />
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"Really..." she said as she bit her lip.<br />
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"Give me five minutes," he said, racing down the hall.<br />
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"Wait, what?" Adrienne blurted out, frozen in shock, "you're going?"<br />
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"Is that ok?" he asked as he paused, peering back at her.<br />
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"You wanna go?"<br />
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Daniel shrugged.<br />
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"It's a movie, about alien cross-dressers that require Vala to dress like a tramp..."<br />
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"HEY!!"<br />
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"...you to wear my clothes and me to be some sort of target for harassment. Tell me how this is different from any other thing we ever do."<br />
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Adrienne smiled, Daniel reading her face and dashing down the hall, the Cajun stepping forward to shout, "BRAD WEARS BIG UGLY TIGHTIE WHITIES!!"<br />
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<br />ladiosabrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04354226145006139165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6114975476764169773.post-54944613029924801062014-10-22T21:54:00.000-04:002014-10-22T21:54:03.032-04:00Whatta Man<b style="border: 0px none; font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;">"Whatta Man"</b><br />
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<i>Subtitle: The Insanity that pops in my head while driving...</i><br />
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<i>Background for those not caught up yet in Crystalline Blue Waters: </i></div>
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<i>At the time of this insanity all parties involved live on Atlantis. It's a Friday evening of karaoke and silly in the commissary that they do every now and then to boost morale since they are not being attacked like the first expedition. </i></div>
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<i>Addy and Daniel are married, two kiddos. </i></div>
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<i>Ronon and Vala are married, one adopted kiddo and they mock Daniel & Addy (or at least Vala does for being "sappy gross". Vala also lives to make Ronon flush)</i></div>
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<i>Ronon, Jack, Daniel, John are sitting in the back of the commissary area, having a drink. The women are no where to be found.</i></div>
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<i>Enjoy!</i></div>
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<i>(Hit play on this in another window to listen while you read along: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8-WFNbMohTQ or <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8-WFNbMohTQ">Whatta Man Official Video 1994</a>)</i></div>
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*Music plays* </div>
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*Ronon coughs on drink, looks over at Daniel, who is, as always, clueless*</div>
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R: Hey</div>
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R: The girls are about to embarrass us. </div>
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R: I heard Val, singing. </div>
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R: No, but she does stupid shit with Addy, who sings.</div>
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D: *finally recognizes song* Oh dear lord...</div>
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Jack: *sits back at John chuckles into a beer* This is gonna be good...</div>
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What a man, what a man, what a man<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />What a mighty good man<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />What a man, what a man, what a man<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />What a mighty good man</div>
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(<i>Addy out first, points out at Daniel)</i></div>
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*laughs*<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />(<i>Addy to Daniel as Vala dances)</i></div>
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I wanna take a minute or two, and give much respect due<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />To the man that's made a difference in my world<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />And although most men are ho's he flows on the down low<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Cuz I never heard about him with another girl<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />But I don't sweat it because it's just pathetic<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />To let it get me involved in that he said/she said crowd<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />I know that ain't nobody perfect, I give props to those who deserve it<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />And believe me y'all, he's worth it<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />So here's to the future cuz we got through the past<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />I finally found somebody that can make me laugh<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />(Ha ha ha) You so crazy<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />I think I wanna have your baby</div>
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Daniel: We already have two!!!</div>
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Adrienne: *Laughs as she continues to sing*<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><i style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">[CHORUS]</i></div>
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<i>(Vala pushes Addy aside, directing attention to Ronon)</i></div>
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Daniel to Ronon: Your turn...<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />My man is smooth like Barry, and his voice got bass<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />A body like Arnold with a Denzel face<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />He's smart like a doctor with a real good rep<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />And when he comes home he's relaxed with Pep<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />He always got a gift for me everytime I see him<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />A lot of snot-nosed ex-flames couldn't be him<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />He never ran a corny line once to me yet<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />So I give him stuff that he'll never forget</div>
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<i>Ronon swallows strongly</i></div>
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He keeps me on Cloud Nine just like the Temps<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />He's not a fake wannabe tryin' to be a pimp<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />He dresses like a dapper don, but even in jeans<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />He's a God-sent original, the man of my dreams</div>
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<i>Daniel's jaw drops</i></div>
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Jack: I was right, this is great...</div>
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<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />See other guys that I've had, they tried to play all that mac shit<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />But every time they tried I said, "That's not it"</div>
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<i>Vala steps forward</i></div>
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<i><br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /></i>But not this man, he's got the right potion<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Baby, rub it down and make it smooth like lotion<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Yeah, the ritual, highway to heaven<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />From seven to seven he's got me open like Seven Eleven<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />And yes, it's me that he's always choosin'<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />With him I'm never losin', and he knows that my name is not Susan<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />He always has heavy conversation for the mind<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Which means a lot to me cuz good men are hard to find</div>
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<i>Girls step together to sing...</i><br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><i style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">[CHORUS]</i></div>
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Daniel: Nope, NOW it gets great...<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />My man gives real loving that's why I call him Killer<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />He's not a wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am, he's a thriller<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />He takes his time and does everything right<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Knocks me out with one shot for the rest of the night<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />He's a real smooth brother, never in a rush<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />And he gives me goose pimples with every single touch<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Spends quality time with his kids when he can</div>
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Daniel: MY kids when he can, MINE...</div>
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<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Secure in his manhood cuz he's a real man<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />A lover and a fighter and he'll knock a knucker out<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Don't take him for a sucker cuz that's not what he's about<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Every time I need him, he always got my back<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Never disrespectful cuz his mama taught him that</div>
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<i style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">Girls finish song, the three husbands all getting looked at while crowd in commissary hoots in hollers. </i></div>
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<span style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">John Sheppard: Yep, that was pretty great. See why I'm single. </span></div>
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John: Annnd I'm on night shift, catch you guys later...</div>
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ladiosabrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04354226145006139165noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6114975476764169773.post-89417468157098579922014-06-15T21:19:00.001-04:002014-06-15T21:19:05.465-04:00I KnewDialog:<br />
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Ad?<br />
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Yeah.<br />
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I knew.<br />
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Knew what sha?<br />
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What you did when you slept?<br />
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Sha, I'm lost...<br />
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Remember that time that I told you I caught you cuddled up to me?<br />
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Yeah...<br />
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It wasn't just that time.<br />
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I know Daniel, I'm sorry, I did a few times but I didn't..<br />
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Ad, no, *sighs out* you did every time...<br />
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I did?<br />
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Yeah, even back when we were first getting along. When we went to investigate the fragments, written in Abydonian...<br />
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But I was sleeping opposite you.<br />
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You still used my leg as your pillow.<br />
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*Adrienne flushes*<br />
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Everytime?<br />
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Yeah, every time.<br />
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Why didn't you stop me?<br />
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You want my honest answer?<br />
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Yeah...<br />
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I liked it, I liked being cuddled...<br />
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*Adrienne laughs*<br />
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But you were so funny about touching, what changed?<br />
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You *Daniel looks down* because you hugged and cuddled because you cared, not because you felt like you had to or because you wanted something. You just cared about me.<br />
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*Adrienne leaps up and hugs him*<br />
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I love you, and I did, care, even back then.<br />
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I know, which is why I got so spoiled *holds her close) and I love you too. So much.<br />
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<br />ladiosabrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04354226145006139165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6114975476764169773.post-37122832497228259012014-04-24T16:47:00.002-04:002014-04-24T16:47:47.492-04:00Administrative Professionals Day<br />
Adrienne walked through the lab door, only seven minutes late, record, to a large vase of flowers on her desk. She frowned, glancing over at Daniel's desk, which was empty, she had no idea where in the hell he was, to ask him where in the hell these things had come from when it hit her.<br />
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She blushed furiously.<br />
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Peeking over her shoulder to insure that she was alone, Adrienne yanked the card from the small plastic holder. Granted, she really didn't care for flowers, they died and she found that kinda depressing, but if that tall hot Sateadan had sent them to her...<br />
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He'd walked her back to her on base quarters last week.<br />
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Maybe?<br />
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Excited, ugh, she didn't need to worry about this kind of thing in her life but he was so handsome and flowers wouldn't hurt would they? She slipped the card from the envelop, flipping it over as she bit her lip to read the message.<br />
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<i>Not sure how I could get along without you any more.</i></div>
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<i>Now burn this before anyone else knows that I'm admitting it. </i></div>
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<i>Daniel</i></div>
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"Not Ronon..." she trailed, puzzled, flipping over the card. It was then she noticed more text, a ribbon tied around the vase. </div>
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<i>Happy Administrative Professional's Day</i></div>
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"Well that's sweet," Adrienne heard behind her to seen Sam entering, smiling as she approached. </div>
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Adrienne just stood there dumbfounded. </div>
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"He does that lately, I think he saw somewhere that when you are being a jerk flowers make up for it." </div>
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That made Adrienne laugh. </div>
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"He's been civil, trust me, I'd let him know otherwise," she giggled, still a little puzzled by the vase. </div>
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"Well, I don't see him here, so can you guys take a look at this when you get a chance?" </div>
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The Cajun nodded. </div>
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"No problem," she replied but her answer was soft, Adrienne still puzzled by the gift. </div>
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Daniel got her flowers. </div>
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Granted it was for a holiday, one that honestly she had no idea existed, but he had gotten her flowers, a LOT of them nonetheless. </div>
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<i>You two are different Addy, there is something else going on. Trust me, I dated the man...</i></div>
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She went to say something to Sam, shoving Vala's stupid ideas out of her own head when she noted the general was gone the figure in the doorway none other than the man himself, flushing. </div>
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Was he flushing?</div>
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"They didn't have orange lilies, but I thought the white ones were nice, since it's Spring and all." </div>
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Adrienne made a face. </div>
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"Orange?" </div>
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"That's your favorite color right?" </div>
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"How do you know that?" </div>
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"Uh," he made a face right back, crossing over to his desk, "you told me."</div>
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"I did?"</div>
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"Yeah, the night you decided to psycho-analyize me," he said as he sipped his coffee, looking nervous like he had done something wrong. </div>
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"No," she blushed herself, he had remembered, why did he remember a detail like that, " you're right; it is orange. I love orange." </div>
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"Next time then," he answered, stammered, what in the hell was happening, "you ready for our ten a.m.?"</div>
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"Yeah," Adrienne redirected, "just let me get my bag."</div>
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ladiosabrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04354226145006139165noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6114975476764169773.post-78218196241902133142014-04-04T23:20:00.001-04:002014-04-04T23:20:34.598-04:00Adrienne shivered, pulling the blanket over her shoulders and scooting closer to his warm skin.<br />
<br />
"You cold?" he asked, surprising her since she thought he was asleep.<br />
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"A little," she whispered, "but you're not." She turned her body so she could face him again, intertwining their legs. He held her closer to his body, reaching for her lower back to wrap them together.<br />
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"Better?"<br />
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She nodded into his neck.<br />
<br />
"Yeah," she sighed out, "what time is it?"<br />
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"Six," he whispered as he nuzzled her closer, "we can lay here for a while longer."<br />
<br />
"How about forever?' she asked as she giggled, Daniel kisses her forehead so softly.<br />
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"I wish," he muttered, working his lips down her cheek and back to her mouth, his hand reaching for her face.<br />
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"It happened," she murmured as he pulled away his mouth but not her body, "it happened and I didn't freak out."<br />
<br />
"No, you didn't."<br />
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"Thank you for being patient with me," she added, making Daniel kiss her temple, hugging her tightly.<br />
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"Thank you for trusting me," he had to say. What she had given him last night was far more than her body; it was her soul, and her faith, that he would never hurt her.<br />
<br />
"I love you Daniel," she said because she hadn't said it enough, she would never be able to say it enough to express to this man how he had changed the only thing in her life that she had ever given up on.<br />
<br />
"I love you Adrienne, so much," he paused, taking and breath and pulling her closer, "I never thought any of this was possible, to feel this way again."<br />
<br />
"I didn't either."<br />
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"Go back to sleep," he ordered gently, "I'll keep you warm until we have to get up."<br />
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Smiling, Adrienne scooted herself impossibly closer, more than happy to sleep in his arms.<br />
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<br />ladiosabrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04354226145006139165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6114975476764169773.post-10756944629871462722014-03-27T23:52:00.001-04:002014-03-27T23:53:01.968-04:00 Whispers <i>Sorry, this is a super stressful week of things and I just needed this fantasy. </i><br />
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Are you awake?<br />
<br />
Do I ever sleep?<br />
<br />
*giggles* This is true sha...<br />
<br />
Get in *reaches out as Adrienne slips into his arms*<br />
<br />
Your bed is warm.<br />
<br />
I finished up early and was exhausted.<br />
<br />
And left me to deal with Woolsey?<br />
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*kisses her softly* I love you.<br />
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Lyin' ass...<br />
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I'd hoped you'd come down.<br />
<br />
This is why it was good to go public, we can cuddle without it being a big secret.<br />
<br />
And kiss *kisses her softly*<br />
<br />
Oh yes, especially kiss *rolls to face him kissing him slowly*<br />
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You ate my M&Ms...<br />
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Just kiss me and stop analyzing.<br />
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I taste the chocolate.<br />
<br />
Then kiss somewhere else...<br />
<br />
Like here?<br />
<br />
Yesssssssss.......<br />
<br />
Or here?<br />
<br />
I thought you were exhausted.<br />
<br />
I was *kisses* reenergized now.<br />
<br />
Bring your mouth back.<br />
<br />
I'm busy.<br />
<br />
I wanna kiss...<br />
<br />
*laughs, bringing his face to hers*<br />
<br />
Ok, fine, we'll do it your way.<br />
<br />
*slowly draws her mouth to his*<br />
<br />
Just *kisses* kiss *again* I *again* just *kisses* need *you guessed it* this.<br />
<br />
*pulls away* Ad, are you alright?<br />
<br />
Yeah, I just wanna be close *giggles* and not your definition.<br />
<br />
I only said that kidding *kisses her again*<br />
<br />
I know, but you'll never live that down.<br />
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So just close tonight?<br />
<br />
Just close. And can we sleep in?<br />
<br />
*holds her closer* Anything ja-wer.<br />
<i><br /></i>ladiosabrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04354226145006139165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6114975476764169773.post-38026265325663498852014-03-22T11:37:00.000-04:002014-03-22T11:37:09.397-04:00Ficlet - A Conversation about Trust <i>Sorry, I just have these ideas pop into my head (this one while folding laundry WTF) and I have to get them out...</i><br />
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<i>Dialog Only, and yes, they are naked :P </i><br />
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That was incredible...<br />
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Yeah, *rests head back against pillow* that was.<br />
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*Awkward silence, Daniel chewing his lip, then sits up*<br />
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And, we, uh, probably should, well, it's, we have to leave by noon and...<br />
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You ok sha?<br />
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Yeah, I am.<br />
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Liar.<br />
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No, I mean, it's just that, I've never done anything like this before.<br />
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Ok...now I'm totally lost...<br />
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I mean, spur of the moment, come down to get something, fall into bed. I've never done anything like that, like we seem to do a lot...lately...<br />
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Really?<br />
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*Daniel shakes head*<br />
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Really. Let's just say that my relationships always seem to be a bit more, well, rehearsed, organized *stammers* I knew when it was coming, very planned.<br />
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So, no short shorts and a dare and then, well, this.<br />
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*Deep breath*<br />
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Nope.<br />
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*Adrienne flushes*<br />
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Me neither...<br />
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Really?<br />
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Yeah, you're always teasing me about my TV and movies, well, I get these crazy ideas and...<br />
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*Daniel shakes his head, setting it on is arms and laughing*<br />
<br />
Great, our impromptu sex is something out of your fiction fantasies.<br />
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It is NOT.<br />
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Was I Han Solo today or Eric Northman?<br />
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*Hits him with pillow*<br />
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You, ya cooyon, only you. I just... *Adrienne looks down*<br />
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*Daniel looks over*<br />
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You just what?<br />
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I dunno *pauses* I just trust you. Those stupid crazy hot things you see on movies and whateva, those things that real people dream of trying, I guess I think I can try them with you and you won't laugh at me and if it doesn't work-<br />
<br />
Like if I drop you in the shower *he laughs, Adrienne doing the same*<br />
<br />
Exactly like dropping me in the shower. If it doesn't work, we just laugh it off and-<br />
<br />
*Daniel reaches out to kiss her, pulling away but staying nose to nose*<br />
<br />
I know, I feel the same way. Do you not remember the first time?<br />
<br />
*Adrienne frowns*<br />
<br />
Which part?<br />
<br />
The 'Are you planning on participating' part...<br />
<br />
*She laughs*<br />
<br />
Oh, that. *laughs harder* That was adorable.<br />
<br />
*Kisses her forehead lightly before pulling away*<br />
<br />
See, I feel the same way with you, get the same crazy ideas, the same not caring, not overanalyzing, just safety and comfort. *Looks down* I can tell you things, in, well, in bed and I'm not ashamed or worried about what you'll say or think.<br />
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Me too *she squeezes his hand*<br />
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We do need to actually get some work accomplished *finally looks up*<br />
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I know, sorry I taunted you. *blushes again*<br />
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Did I hesitate?<br />
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*Adrienne laughs*<br />
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Point proven *Daniel stands, searching the floor for his clothes* Lunch after we listen to bullshit.<br />
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Always, here or off base?<br />
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*Finds pants, continues to search*<br />
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Depends on if I find my underwear....<br />
<br />
*Adrienne's head falls into her arms in embarrassment*<br />
<br />
Kidding Ad, no, just *pauses* no, let's go off base. There's some new cafe a few blocks away, let's go there. *Finds and grabs rest of clothes to start to get dressed*<br />
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Ok *she stands and grabs her own things, holding the short shorts in her hand and giggling* and I'll dress more appropriately...<br />
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*Daniel zips up his pants and races over, taking the shorts from her hand* We save these, for later. *flushes* Please...<br />
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*Adrienne nods and takes them over to her dresser*<br />
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<br />ladiosabrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04354226145006139165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6114975476764169773.post-90803703635048340522014-03-12T20:59:00.001-04:002014-03-12T20:59:28.710-04:00Zimbio Quizzes <i>Just bear with me, k?</i><br />
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Are you still working on that stuff from Sam?<br />
<br />
No...finished it an hour ago.<br />
<br />
Oh, great, well it's only seven and I don't want cafeteria food.<br />
<br />
Just a sec...<br />
<br />
What are you doing?<br />
<br />
Taking a quiz.<br />
<br />
For what?<br />
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To see what 1980s Action Hero I am.<br />
<br />
Ok, wait, what, why?<br />
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Because it's fun.<br />
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Then why are you frowning?<br />
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*Adrienne rolls eyes*<br />
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So, on what scientific principal is this quiz based upon.<br />
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A blogger I think, that watches a lot of TV and film.<br />
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More than you? Or have you made quizzes I don't know about.<br />
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No, all I do anymore is baby-sit you.<br />
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*Daniel laughs, crossing his arms*<br />
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There is actually a person that has watched more TV and movies than you have, enough to make a quiz. That IS impressive.<br />
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Go ta hell ya coo yon.<br />
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Who'd you get?<br />
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Not done yet.<br />
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How long IS this? I'm hungry.<br />
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Go eat, I'm not your keeper.<br />
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Well now I'm nosey. Who?<br />
<br />
*Adrienne sits back laughing*<br />
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What? *Daniel walk over to computer, Adrienne laughing and shooing him away*<br />
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No...give me a sec shug, I need to digest this.<br />
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What is so damn funny?<br />
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*Adrienne takes a few deep breaths and composes herself*<br />
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I got you.<br />
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Me?<br />
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Yeah, you... *turns computer, picture of 'You are Indiana Jones' in center of screen*<br />
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Hilarious *Daniel turns* I'm going to get real food. You sit here and laugh your way to cold macaroni salad.<br />
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*Adrienne closes computer still laughing*<br />
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I'm not sure if who that result makes look worse, you or me?<br />
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*Daniel shutting down lab, eyes rolling*<br />
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Oh I can't wait to hear this explanation.<br />
<br />
*Adrienne tosses her computer in her bag, shoulders it, following him out*<br />
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See, if I'm you then you're best friends with yourself which makes YOU a narcissist.<br />
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I can leave you here...<br />
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But, by me getting you, when I probably should be a strong woman like Ripley or Leia, means that I am allowing your arrogant, womanizing ways to influence me in a negative fashion.<br />
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And you're left...<br />
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*Daniel jogs to elevator*<br />
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Dammit, Daniel, I'm just screwin' wit ya! Wait up!!!!!<br />
<br />
*Daniel slips into elevator, smiling as doors close in her face*<br />
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ASSHOLE!!<br />
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*Doors open*<br />
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Indian, you know, since we're both Dr. Jones and all?<br />
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*Adrienne smiles*<br />
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And then my place. I have the next one on DVD.<br />
<br />ladiosabrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04354226145006139165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6114975476764169773.post-31750584129914254522014-03-11T11:27:00.001-04:002014-03-11T11:27:41.192-04:00Daniel & Addy get together another AU He had a problem just coming into her room when he needed to get something, but when he burst in this time the shower going. As soon as his feet crossed the thresh hold, he hear the water shut off, a curtain being jerked back and her step out cussing at him before he could even see her face.<br />
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"Goddamnit Indy you have followed me to the bathroom again!!" she shouted, Daniel rubbing his face and pinching his nose underneath his glasses.<br />
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"I wouldn't have to do that if you actually made it anywhere on time, ever..." he stated from the doorway, closing the door behind him so no one would see turning his back as he knew she would order. There was sounds behind him, water dripping on the tiles and Cajun swearing, as feet tapped in the direction of her dresser.<br />
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"Turn around cooyon."<br />
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"I already did."<br />
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"I'm not looking at you to know that."<br />
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"And I'm not looking at you," he shot back, damn prudish Adrienne, "are you ready to go yet ?"<br />
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"No, obviously, I need to put clothes on and make myself look presentable," she replied curtly.<br />
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"Are you ready for the presentation?"<br />
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Adrienne scoffed.<br />
<br />
"Of course I'm ready for the presentation," she shot back, hurt in her voice, "first thing to go over with the committee the various Asgard lineage that we've found and the royal family's house. I've connected it to who visited us, well you already, so has to make more sense the roles different Asgard had in their society."<br />
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Daniel tried not to smile, laughing as he remained staring at the floor.<br />
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"After that we need to move onto the conservation project. I have a few scientists presenting there as well, plus the things that you and I have pulled from various other presentations. What I'm planning on doing is letting the scientists speak first, giving the IOA time to argue nothing and then you and I presenting the things that we all know already work with the current structure of the Unas settlement. After all, they like Radek, and he's got our back."<br />
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Again, she had a point. It was so nice to pawn this off on someone else for a change.<br />
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"And," she continued, "to top it all off we have to discuss the budget. I know it's not perfect, but 10%? I mean that's better than nothing. They can't they can expect you and I to still get things done on a budget that requires us to go out and beg on the streets of DC for pocket change."<br />
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She coughed, clearing her throat and sighing in.<br />
<br />
"You're good; I'm dressed now."<br />
<br />
He turned around and she was in her uniform, hair still wet but brushed out fiddling around her room for what he knew was her makeup bag.<br />
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"And that's all except for presenting our calendar of translations, which doesn't mean anything to anyone but you and I. Shug, you're just lucky that I do all this prep for you now while you and Sam get to go play around."<br />
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His rational mind said thank you, or at least he thought it did, but that was not what was controlling his as he walked right up to where she was standing beside her bed, staring off into space at some mental to do list and without thinking, grabbed her face, kissing her directly on the mouth. She froze for second and he thought that might've been a bad idea, that maybe he read things wrong between them, maybe he had thought, hell he didn't know what he was thinking, when he felt her kiss him back slowly, carefully, leaning back against her bed. He let the kiss go for a while longer, forgetting where he was, what time it was, but not who, never who, when he stopped and took a breath pulling away and gazing back down at her.<br />
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She smiled, "I take it you think I'm ready?"<br />
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"More than ready," he muttered quietly, not letting go or moving away, "it's amazing. Thank you as always."<br />
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"So is this what happens when an assistant does a good job? You get kissed by the boss?" she bit her lip, her cheeks flushing.<br />
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"No," what in the hell was he doing, "I just felt like kissing you. Sorry."<br />
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Adrienne shook her head.<br />
<br />
"Don't be sorry," she said, reaching out to kiss him again, just as softly, her skin lightly scented from whatever she used in the shower. He wanted to get lost again, in her, but she pulled away, kissing his cheekbone softly.<br />
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"I have to get going."<br />
<br />
"I know."<br />
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"I'll be back at four."<br />
<br />
"I know."<br />
<br />
"Do you wanna go out?"<br />
<br />
"Sure," he wasn't sure what was happening but had no intention of stopping it, "Dinner?"<br />
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"That sounds great Daniel," she said, not calling him Indy.<br />
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And with a squeeze of his hand, she was gone, leaving him alone in her quarters.<br />
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"Well," he said to no one at all, "I guess Jack was right."<br />
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He laughed, shutting out the light and heading back down to the lab.ladiosabrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04354226145006139165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6114975476764169773.post-72172597141013783572014-03-11T07:39:00.000-04:002014-03-11T07:39:38.499-04:00Daniel & Addy getting together AU Initially, he hadn't really been concerned, it wasn't as if he hadn't visited a society that seemed to rely as heavily on physical contact as much as the Tyrrians did but he was becoming increasingly worried as the bells tolled and he started to watch their alien hosts begin to pair off. Some were in groups, three, a few foursomes, and by their body language he could tell where this was going.<br />
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"Oh no," he muttered, peering down at Adrienne, who hadn't caught on.<br />
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"Oh no wha?"<br />
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"Oh no there's gonna to be ritual, a ritual in which we are gonna be expected to participate."<br />
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His assistant frowned.<br />
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"What kind of ritual Indy?" she asked, reading his face thought not his mind.<br />
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"Dr. Jackson, Dr. Rowan," Devra, their host was there, reaching out for them, "we must pay homage to the Gods."<br />
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"What would -?" Adrienne started, Daniel shooting her a glare.<br />
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"Of course," he agreed since there was no way out of this," and we need to..."<br />
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"Find a mate of course, there are a variety of available companions that have shown an interest in you both."<br />
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Daniel felt a pinch at his back, Adrienne finally catching on.<br />
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Slow much Ad, he thought, taking a breath.<br />
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"That won't be necessary, as we will not be needing to find anyone else," he explained, a sly grin spreading across the tan face, a twinkle in the woman's blue eyes.<br />
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"Of course..." she cooed, taking his hand anyway, leading him to one of the curtained rooms around the altar. He reached behind to grab Adrienne, his fingers clasping the sleeve to her uniform, jerking her in his direction.<br />
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"My people, we practice monogamy, I'm sure you understand..."<br />
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"Daniel!!" Adrienne hissed as he shot a look over his shoulder.<br />
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"Play along..."<br />
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"As your GIRLFRIEND!?!?" she grumbled.<br />
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"YES..." he spat through gritted teeth, pulling her into his arms.<br />
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"And your assistant?" Devra didn't seem to be buying it, "she is your lover."<br />
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"Yes, she is," he nearly choked on his words, another pinch in his back. He wanted to turn around and scream at her, just play along, that they just needed to think something was going to happen, but there was that feeling again and it wasn't a pinch in protest. She was trying to tell him that she was going to heed his request, a finger slipping into his belt loop.<br />
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"I thought as much," the woman agreed with a smile, making Daniel laugh inside. You and everyone else around us, he thought, as more bells tolled, figures assembled in front of curtains, reaching out to intimately embrace their partners.<br />
<br />
"I shall take my leave before we begin," their host said as she glided away, Daniel turned Adrienne to face him.<br />
<br />
"If this is a public performance, we're screwed," she whispered as her boss and best friend shook his head.<br />
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"No, curtains, there must be something done before we go in there..."<br />
<br />
"Like what?" she asked worried, another toll as Daniel caught the answer to her question, reaching out for her shoulders.<br />
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"I said play along," and his lips were pressed against hers, kissing, slowly, deliberately, her lips flavored faintly of the vitamin water she had been drinking as they explored. He thought for a moment that she would protest but she only hesitated for a slight moment before giving in, kissing him back as though she meant it, her tongue lightly toying with his. Chills soared down his spine and he pulled her closer, reaching his hand behind her neck and kiss her deeper, moving his mouth in a frenzy when the bells tolled again and she was pushing him away, leaving him breathless.<br />
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"We're supposed to go in now," she choked out, couples and groups pushing past the thin fabric into the room, Adrienne now pulling him to do the same. He followed, stepping behind the safety of the dark purple curtain, into a small candlelit room, as his companion crawled into a bed in the back, sitting up and crossing her legs yoga style.<br />
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"So how long do you think this lasts?" she asked as he shrugged, pulling the curtain closed behind him, adjusting it is such as fashion as to where they wouldn't be seen.<br />
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"I have no idea," he admitted, "we could be here for a while."<br />
<br />
She shrugged herself, scooting over on the bed and patting the seat beside, "well, we might as will sit down," she invited. Not much else he could do, Daniel sat down, tossing his bag onto the floor.<br />
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"Sorry about that," he apologized, "I didn't know what else to do."<br />
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"It's okay," she admitted, laughing softly, "I mean it was either you or one of those amazingly hot guys that were staring at me..."<br />
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He chuckled as she winked playfully, "You and alien men."<br />
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"Don't even get me started Indy," Adrienne's finger shot up for emphasis, as she leaned back against the stone wall, "and anyway, it wasn't so bad," she added quietly looking over at his closest friend.<br />
<br />
"Yeah I know. Like I said rather it be someone I know that I have to pretend to have this ritual with than some strange alien women, like you say."<br />
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Adrienne shook her head, "No you coo yon," she laughed, taking a breath, "I can't believe I'm going to say this but you're a good kisser."<br />
<br />
Her cheeks flushed red candlelight.<br />
<br />
"Thanks," he muttered quietly, eyes casting downward quickly, "you're not so bad yourself."<br />
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"And you're acting's pretty decent..."<br />
<br />
"So's yours..."<br />
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"And you're lying our ass off right now..."<br />
<br />
"Because your acting sucks."<br />
<br />
"And..."<br />
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"And you weren't acting."<br />
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"Neither were you," she pointed out, the memory of his hand at her neck still so very fresh and real.<br />
<br />
"No, I wasn't," and then he was quiet for a moment, eyes back to the floor.<br />
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"It's ok, just making sure I hadn't totally lost my ability to read male social cues," she added quickly, looking away herself.<br />
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"It's probably a bad idea..."<br />
<br />
"Probably."<br />
<br />
"I'm really not that kind of person, please know that, people on base that say otherwise don't know me," he defended as he peered back up at the slightly smiling Cajun face staring at him.<br />
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"I know you're not, I just like to give you a hard time," she answered with a shrug.<br />
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"And I'm not saying that we..."<br />
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"Oh no, me neither, not my style..."<br />
<br />
"But, I'd like to, well, you know, without an audience..."<br />
<br />
"That would be nice..."<br />
<br />
He kissed her again, before either of them could say anything else stupid, taking her face in his hand...<br />
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<br />ladiosabrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04354226145006139165noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6114975476764169773.post-75071576338998615012014-03-09T14:06:00.001-04:002014-03-09T14:06:49.322-04:00What DID Sam say to Addy??? "Wait Dr. Rowan! Please stop! You don't understand!" Sam shouted, watching the Cajun woman tear down the hall. She couldn't let her go, after what she'd read last night, read to Jack in bed. The woman was brilliant, her writing was superb, and if Daniel would just give her a chance...<br />
<br />
There was a slow to her step and Dr. Rowan turned to face the general, now the professional woman that she had met in the car, not the one who had just freaked out on one of her oldest friends.<br />
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"General I apologize for my outburst, I'm just, well, I'm sorry but I can't think about the possibility of a position in such a hostile work environment..."<br />
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"Please," Sam cut her off, holding up her and, "give me a little longer to explain. Would you walk with me?" she invited, extending her hands in front of her down the long corridor. The woman didn't say word in protest, quietly following behind as Sam continued to walk forward.<br />
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"On the left here is the Infirmary, it's a state-of-the-art facility, leading in research medicine. It's run by doctor Carolyn Lam, you might want to look her up, very accomplished surgeon, we're quite proud to have her..."<br />
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"Wait?" her guest paused as she peered into the bustling medical facility, " you have an infirmary in a Pentagon research facility?"<br />
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Sam smiled, "Yes we do, and more. If you would please..." she continued her pace, her destination ahead. She wasn't wrong about this woman, she had a feeling, even Jack said there was something about her, the name was familiar, he remembered the name so this wasn't just some strange crazy person she had flown to Washington.<br />
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"I'd like to apologize for Daniel, before we go on," she said as she came to a halt in front of a large set of double doors, preparing her speech.<br />
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"I'm not sure I understand general..."<br />
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"My name is Samantha, Sam, call me Sam," she corrected quickly, after all, this woman was a civilian, a civilian that she didn't want to lose, not yet, not until she got a chance, "Daniel's been through a lot these past few years, much more than you can imagine..."<br />
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The woman didn't seemed convinced.<br />
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"I can imagine a lot."<br />
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Sam sighed, taking a breath, wanting to smack Daniel for that outburst, "Just take whatever you imagine and make it worse, far worse."<br />
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The Cajun nodded, listening as Sam tried not to remember Daniel after the Destiny's last message came in, Daniel after Vala has stormed off world calling him every name in the book for breaking up with her, Daniel at the very few and far between group get togethers as he sat in silence...<br />
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"I need someone here to work with him, really work with him, push him. After everything that's happened, the only thing he has to hold on to anymore is his work. It's what he throws himself into now, throws himself into to the point of sacrificing himself. He needs someone, a professional like you to serve as his research assistant so he will stop killing himself."<br />
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Dr. Rowan frowned again.<br />
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"Assistant? That sounds more like a babysitter, for a grown man.<br />
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"It's not a babysitter," Sam shook her head, "I assure you. He's a researcher, we need a researcher, another researcher in there for him to continue his work because right now he's not doing anything but drowning in something that he can't handle on his own."<br />
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"I do miss research," the woman whispered, not surprising Sam in the least.<br />
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"And I've read your file, I've gone through your records. His work is the most important thing to him and I don't think I need to know you better to know that it's the most important thing to you as well. Professionally, I think the two of you could get a lot accomplished together."<br />
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Yet, her guest still didn't seem convinced. Damn Daniel and his damn fits. Why in the hell did he attack a woman about her recently deceased father? If anyone, he should have used more tact.<br />
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"This used to be a learning facility," Sam continued, "We used to come up with new ideas, learn about things, research, create projects and now we don't and I want to hire you to bring that back. I want you to create projects and research," she paused letting it sink in before continuing, "I could tell from your Smithsonian application alone that you are the kind of person we are looking for."<br />
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"Thanks General, I mean Sam, that's very kind but I-"<br />
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"Just one more thing," Sam interrupted, "one more thing before you refuse," and without giving the woman a chance to do just that the general hit a button on the wall, the double doors crawling open leaving Adrienne Rowan staring at a large ring made a substance she couldn't identify.<br />
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"What's that?" she asked, confused, her dark eyes cutting at Sam.<br />
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"That's the Stargate," she answered with pride, "Imagine instead of digging behind a civilization after they existed, after they're long gone that you could walk through that and be in ancient Rome, in ancient Greece, or Egypt, Mesopotamia..."<br />
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"What do you mean?"<br />
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"Adrienne, that is a special gate. It's a wormhole that takes you to other planets and through space and to worlds that have human beings like us, worlds beyond your wildest dreams."<br />
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"This is a joke right?" Dr. Rowan inquired, mystified as Sam shook her head, taking this risk just one step further.<br />
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"It's not a joke. In fact, some of the people that passed us in the hallways are not even from Earth. I can show you video, files, anything you want to see to make you believe me, but that's not what I want you to really consider. If you believe nothing else, believe this. You love to learn, I can tell, anyone can tell just by reading your blog. Between the gate and that man sitting back in the boardroom, if you take this job you'll learn things beyond your wildest imagination because I really don't think there's a limit to what Daniel can teach you if you're just willing to learn."<br />
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"So," she stammered, "you're offering me the job? Even after I made a total ass of myself?"<br />
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"I am," Sam smiled.<br />
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Take it, she thought, take it and bring him back to us because I see so much of him in you...<br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">It was late, how late I can’t be sure, but late enough where I was barely coherent heading to bed. It was one of those nights that my owning an apartment off base didn’t even seem to be worth it, so I shut down what I was doing and just headed back to my quarters. </span><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">But I couldn't sleep, I really can't much anymore but I feel better when I'm not alone. So I went to Adrienne's room, and I went there to sleep...with her. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="letter-spacing: 0px;">She's a very sound sleeper, very very sound </span>sleeper, and she will kiss my cheek goodnight and turn her back to me, but not for long. Once she's asleep, she rolls over and curls herself into me, wrapping her arm around me. She does it every single time, without fail, and I let it happen. In fact, it's why I go down there because I want it to happen. I want to be held, I want her to hold me and I want her close because when she does, then I can really sleep. She makes me feel so accepted and while she may tease me, it's never hurtful or mean and she doesn't want anything from me but my friendship which, now that we are friends, makes me feel even more cared about. To her, anyone she cares about is family, and she'll fight anyone to make that point. She actually seems to hold me a touch higher than everyone else now and will lash out or make a defensive and intelligent remark to anyone that does anything against me, even if they are kidding. I smile more with her, I enjoy being around her and I want to know what she is doing when we're not together. She's brilliant on top of all of that, and I want to listen to her theories and share with her my own because she understands like no one else has before. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Maybe Jack's right? I keep pushing the thoughts aside but maybe he's right. Maybe I am in love with her. Is that what this feels like? I mean, I did love Shar'e and this is close in many ways but also so different. I can't explain it and I feel like an idiot trying to. So, I did it again, went and found comfort in the arms of a woman for reasons I don't understand. Is it wrong? Am I taking advantage of her? What if she knows what she is doing and one night whispers in my ear that she loves me. Do I answer? Do I love her? I can't think rationally when it comes to Adrienne anymore, if I think that she's in trouble, I panic, I fall apart, I can't think rationally. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">I'd better put this away. It's after nine, but not by much, so she'll be here soon with a cup of coffee for the both of us and a classic Adrienne excuse. And I'll try to not laugh at her, but I will, and I'll try to not sit her and daydream and wish that we were back in her room with her asleep lying so close to me. I'll just sit here and try to act like I have a clue as to what is going on with me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><br /></span>ladiosabrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04354226145006139165noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6114975476764169773.post-25219507091693732092014-02-09T08:14:00.000-05:002014-02-09T08:14:36.027-05:00Alternate Idea - What if Addy hadn't been hired as his assistant<br />
Daniel scanned the stone again, curing the fact that Sam wasn't able to send it to his lab. Instead, here he was, in a barely visited section of the Museum of Natural History, trying to compare notes in a file folder to scribbles behind plexiglass.<br />
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"This is bullshit," he spat, turning to leave and try to get her to call one more time, see if Jack could get the damn thing moved when he stumbled, slamming into something...<br />
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"Ow, sorry, sir are you alright?" a Southern accented voice asked, hands gripping his shoulders and setting him upright. He felt like an idiot, his nose stuck into a folder yet again, but the woman didn't seem to be worried about herself, as her pale face scanned him to see if there was anything wrong.<br />
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"You ok?" she continued, "we're supposed to be closing up soon and I was coming down to let any guests know..." she back up, dark beguiling eyes looking him up and down again, slightly nervous. She must have thought he was on something, that happened here sometimes he knew, and he shook his head, closing the folder but waving it to indicate that he had indeed been working and was not trying to find a private place to drop acid.<br />
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"Yeah, sorry, got a little caught up and wasn't looking where I was going..."<br />
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"It's alright, just wanted to let anyone here know that we are closing down in about twenty minutes and we need all guests to start making their way back to the rotunda," she said, Daniel finally catching a glimpse of an ID badge on her chest.<br />
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Not a guard, he thought, nodding nonetheless at her indication that he needed to begin to move on. </div>
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"Thank you, I don't think I can do anything more anyway," he admitted, waving the folder a second time, "So I'll be out of your way." </div>
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He started to walk away when he her a shuffle behind him and a throat clear, a that accented voice, Southern but more, speaking yet again. </div>
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"Is there something you needed help with sir?" she asked politely, "we're a little short staffed on docents but I can try to help." </div>
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Smiling, he shook his head and turned, flashing the front of the folder. </div>
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She chuckled, recognizing the stamp. </div>
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"So does the Department of Homeland Security now think that Ra is going to unless his forces on us? Or is it Zeus they're afraid of?" </div>
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"It's just some items recovered in the Middle East," he lied deftly, "we're trying to run a comparison and didm''t want to cause a stir." </div>
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"Joking aside," she answered in seriousness, "please tell me that those terrorists are not trying to copy mythology?"</div>
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"No," he assured her, a part of him screaming in a way that he didn't understand, "nothing like that, just comparing notes is all." </div>
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"Well, if you need anything, please don't hesitate to ask," she said, reaching into the pocket of her dress slack and passing over a card, "It's nice to leave the lab once in a while." </div>
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And with that she was gone, her low heels tapping the tiles of the exhibit until she disappeared around the corner. </div>
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"Hey handsome," he heard behind him, peering back to see Vala striding into his lab. He breathed in deeply out of habit, it was still awkward no matter how much he tried to play that it wasn't, and her choice of vocabulary didn't help much in the matter. </div>
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"Hey," he answered, noncommittally, returning back to the folder, that had plagued him for days. </div>
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"I called you last night," she set in, "you didn't answer." </div>
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"I was tired," he replied this time, in haste, "and I thought we talked about that." </div>
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"Not working out and not giving a shit are two entirely different things..." </div>
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"Sam said you won't let her hire you an assistant," Vala continued, Daniel pinching his nose under his glasses. </div>
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"Can't find anyone qualified." </div>
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"I said I would help," she added, Daniel frowning in her direction. </div>
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This time she shrugged. </div>
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"Fine, let's just forget we were ever friends," she spat back, starting to leave when he reached out, grabbing her arm. </div>
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"Look, I'm sorry. This is just awkward for me, still. It's not as if things ended particularly well..."</div>
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"No," she cringed at the memory, pulling away, "they didn't. But did you ever stop to think why? After everything Teal'c told us, why?" </div>
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"And, like so many things here, so many versions of life that I, that we, have experienced, I just don't think it was meant to be here."</div>
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"It's the best I've got," he added quickly. </div>
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"Guess it doesn't involve screaming, so I should be grateful," she responded, leaning back on his desk, "but I am willing to help. For real this time, no more, well trying." </div>
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"Thanks," he was quiet, his finger tapping the folder. </div>
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"What's that?" she asked as he pushed it away, standing from his desk.</div>
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"That is the reason I have drank a cup of coffee in a day," he rubbing his face, "and the reason I am going to take a lap around base before continuing." </div>
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"Want company?" she asked carefully. </div>
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"Not yet," he replied, "still too soon." </div>
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"After six months?" she tried, getting a frown as her reply, "ok, shutting up now." </div>
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"I'll see you later," he said with a wave, walking out of the lab, shoving his hands into his pockets when he felt a stab at his fingernail. </div>
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"Dammit!" he swore, pulling back his throbbing hand and shaking it, noting a hard piece of paper sticking out of his jeans' pocket. </div>
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"Rowan," he whispered, shaking off the pain to remove the card, "Dr. Adrienne Rowan." </div>
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ladiosabrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04354226145006139165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6114975476764169773.post-47294487170013194052014-01-31T23:01:00.001-05:002014-01-31T23:01:34.024-05:00Daniel & Addy ficlet idea<br />
*Friends, but as far as how clueless they are, use your imagination, maybe AU, I don't know, I just have a cuddle problem*<br />
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Adrienne came from the kitchen, two wine glasses in hand, hoping the wine shop owner's recommendation hadn't been for naught when she saw him, watching a documentary on TV. It was something about Egypt, of course, but names that her entire life had been mythical characters were real villains in his, and from the files, some more horrible than she could imagine. He was trying to watch, maybe look away at the same time but she couldn't tell, but what was obvious was that he was starting to do that thing again, that self-hugging mess that she had noticed a while back and vowed needed to be taken care of.<br />
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Setting the glasses quickly on the table, Adrienne jumped right on the sofa, doing something crazy that she hoped he wouldn't freak out about.<br />
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She wrapped herself into him.<br />
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"Adrienne!" he exclaimed pulling back, "What are you doing?"<br />
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"Cuddling you," she answered honestly, her heart racing, what was wrong with her, why was she doing this, but she just leaned in, reaching around his torso a second time.<br />
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"What?"<br />
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"Studies show that cuddling can relieve depression faster and more effectively than any medication," she chirped out, noticing that this time he wasn't trying to escape.<br />
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"Which studies?"<br />
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"Remember the journals I used to read before you started keeping me up at all hours reading alien languages?"<br />
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"Yeah..." he laughed, remembering, wrapping his arms around her.<br />
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"Those journals," she declared as she pulled herself closer to him, probably too close for friends. Whatever, she thought, he's chuckling, so it's working.<br />
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"See," she had to add, "you're laughing."<br />
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"I wasn't depressed," he noted but he still wasn't letting go.<br />
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Adrienne, however, did.<br />
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"Daniel, can I ask you something?"<br />
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"Sure," he answered seriously, his hand gliding gently her back, settling at her hip. He hadn't held her like this before, was it wrong, why was he doing it, but things with Adrienne were so confusing, so comfortable yet so very strange.<br />
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"Why do you do that thing you do?"<br />
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"What thing?"<br />
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"That hugging thing," she explained, pulling away from him to demonstrate. He watched her tuck her head and wrap her arms around her waist, puzzled.<br />
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"I do that?"<br />
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"Yeah," she said with a nod, "whenever you're uncomfortable or seem to be sad you do it."<br />
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"No one's ever said anything before..."<br />
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"Sorry," she spat quickly, beginning to stand, "I'm probably just seeing things..." but Daniel caught her hand.<br />
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"No," he said quietly, "I know you Ad, well, or I'd like to think I do. I know that look. I really do that, hug myself, look like that?"<br />
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"Yeah, you do."<br />
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He paused for a moment, letting it sink in. Not only did he apparently have a tell for when he was upset, but it was a tell that no one in his life had either noticed or if they had that no one in his life had taken the time to ask why or find out what was wrong. It would have hurt were it not for this fact that this woman sitting here beside him, who had been a complete and total stranger not too long ago, that it was she that not only noticed but had taken it upon herself to do something about it.<br />
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"How long have you noticed?" he asked, curiosity burning inside of him.<br />
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"Since our little twenty questions slumber party," she replied with a soft smile. Not answering for a moment, Daniel thought back to that trip. That had been the one of the first times she hugged him, and that night she slept the opposite direction with her hand on his leg. Had he done it then? Had that been the reason that she threw her arms around him, and not like she had after he had listened to her open up about her family, but held him close to her like she had tried to do just moments earlier.<br />
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"And now..." he led, too nervous to say it for some reason.<br />
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"And now I do it for you so you don't have to do it yourself," her voice shook at the end, the cajun biting her lip slightly.<br />
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"Why?"<br />
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He asked, saying that word and that word alone because he just couldn't really ask why she had taken the time to notice and to care when so many others hadn't.<br />
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"Because you're a sweet man and you deserve better," she mumbled, gazing back up at him. Her eyes were so beautiful and he felt himself lost for a moment.<br />
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She cared about him, really cared about him.<br />
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Smiling, he sat back on the sofa, ignoring the wine and reaching out his arms.<br />
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"Do I need to hug myself or can I ask for you to come back?"<br />
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<br />ladiosabrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04354226145006139165noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6114975476764169773.post-59904562526890548472014-01-19T23:33:00.000-05:002014-01-19T23:33:06.261-05:00AU dialog - Who now??Ad, hey you got it fixed! I'm impressed.<br />
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Don't be, the leak was a lot worse than I thought, I had to call in reinforcements.<br />
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How much exactly were said reinforcements?<br />
<br />
Free, I called Teal'c. I knew what I was doing, just needed another set of hands.<br />
<br />
Even better, so I'm only out the cost of a few new pipes.<br />
<br />
Yep, see, told you that you needed to start learning to do things yourself.<br />
<br />
Great, well since you fixed my sink, I think I owe you dinner.<br />
<br />
Indy?<br />
<br />
Yeah.<br />
<br />
Teal'c knows.<br />
<br />
How?<br />
<br />
Gah, I'm sorry. I cleaned up and everything, made it look like I wasn't staying here but...<br />
<br />
But what?<br />
<br />
I missed a pair of panties. Bright neon pink lace panties.<br />
<br />
Oh no...where were they?<br />
<br />
They must have been in the laundry, I swear Daniel I thought I got everything, but before I knew it Teal'c was picking them up and holding them out to me.<br />
<br />
What did he say?<br />
<br />
Well...he made a joke actually.<br />
<br />
A joke?<br />
<br />
Yeah, I was proud of him. He said 'Tell DanielJackson that he needs to be more careful where he throws your undergarments."<br />
<br />
Oh dear lord.<br />
<br />
And I just couldn't deny, I was just in shock.<br />
<br />
So what DID you do?<br />
<br />
I laughed, told him the truth, that they were in the laundry I was doing.<br />
<br />
Whew, ok, so he really doesn't know then.<br />
<br />
Oh no, he does...<br />
<br />
Ad...<br />
<br />
Look, stop giving me that frown, you know me better than that. He wasn't stupid; he put two and two together. I'm at your place, fixing YOUR sink, doing OUR laundry like I LIVE there.<br />
<br />
So what did he say?<br />
<br />
He asked when I had moved in with you and suggested that we find a bigger place since I had as many books as you.<br />
<br />
And you didn't deny it?<br />
<br />
He's got a point, this is getting a bit ridiculous.<br />
<br />
I don't want you shipped across the country.<br />
<br />
I'll threaten to quit.<br />
<br />
What?<br />
<br />
I will threaten to quit. I don't think they would take the chance, together we get way more done than when they used to dumb the world on you alone.<br />
<br />
So what exactly are you proposing?<br />
<br />
That you call Jack, fess up and we go apartment hunting.<br />
<br />
Are you asking me to move in with you?<br />
<br />
In so many words, yes. This is the 21st century, women can do that you know?<br />
<br />
*Daniel pauses, finally peeking up*<br />
<br />
Suffer backlash together?<br />
<br />
Always.<br />
<br />
Even if it's a string of pointless meetings on our work decorum?<br />
<br />
Why not? I think you might be worth it.<br />
<br />
Yes then.<br />
<br />
Yes what Dr. Jackson?<br />
<br />
Yes, let's move in together.<br />
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*Addy jumps in his arms*ladiosabrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04354226145006139165noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6114975476764169773.post-64098997862322134902014-01-19T11:59:00.000-05:002014-01-19T11:59:42.095-05:00A difference of opinion <i>Dialog that needs to exit my person so I can write Crystalline Blue Waters. </i><br />
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Daniel grabbed his keys from the hook in his kitchen, Adrienne making a face from the table.<br />
<br />
"Where are you going sha?" she asked from her computer as he grabbed his jacket from the back of the chair.<br />
<br />
"Library, want me to bring anything back?"<br />
<br />
Adrienne made a face.<br />
<br />
"Why are you going to the library..." she asked, confused, Daniel's expression now changing to match hers.<br />
<br />
"To get a book...you know, front cover, back cover, pages in the middle..."<br />
<br />
"Smartass," she said, pointing to a Daniel pile on his dining table, "I got you a Kindle for Valentine's Day."<br />
<br />
"A holiday you don't believe in I might add..."<br />
<br />
"Excuse me for taking one small step towards normality and adhering to the current social paradigm by buying my boyfriend a gift."<br />
<br />
"It's a tablet," he tried instead.<br />
<br />
"It's an electronic library," she argued.<br />
<br />
"But I have to buy the books!"<br />
<br />
Adrienne made a face.<br />
<br />
"First, that shouldn't be a problem as I see your checkbook now because you abuse the privilege of having a smart woman in your life..."<br />
<br />
"So now we discuss finances?"<br />
<br />
"AND," she continued, "I signed you up for the borrow service so you can search for whatever you are about to burn gas for and read it right here in your underwear."<br />
<br />
"So that's what this is about?" he laughed, "You want me to lay around reading in my underwear."<br />
<br />
"No."<br />
<br />
"Yes."<br />
<br />
"No."<br />
<br />
"Yes, and I can do that, when I get back, holding a REAL book in my hands," Daniel said with a smile, "In fact, I don't even need to wear the underwear..."<br />
<br />
"Then I highly doubt any reading will get done, which means the entire trip would have been in vain," she countered.<br />
<br />
"As would be the Kindle purchase."<br />
<br />
Adrienne frowned.<br />
<br />
"Why did I have to end up with a smart man?"<br />
<br />
"You didn't have to, that was your mistake," he said with a smile.<br />
<br />
"Bring me back some Greek yogurt. Non-fat, cherry, please."<br />
<br />
He laughed, leaning to kiss her lips.<br />
<br />
"Be back in an hour," he whispered, deciding not to tease her further and heading for the door.<br />
<br />
He'd just made it to the Jeep when a thought popped into his head, an evil grin across his face. Pulling his phone from his pcket, he shot off a text, laughing at he did.<br />
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<i>Unless YOU are planning on spending the day in your underwear, why don't you join me?</i></div>
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<i>Though, if you chose the former, I won't complain. </i></div>
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<br />ladiosabrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04354226145006139165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6114975476764169773.post-91598014787092269152014-01-08T00:22:00.000-05:002014-01-08T00:22:11.659-05:00Insane AU idea, Jack & Addy<br />
Adrienne walked into the kitchen of the cabin, opening the fridge door and staring at the contents.<br />
<br />
"Can't sleep either Dr. Perky?" Jack asked from the sofa, startling Adrienne. She'd thought everyone was asleep, Daniel had been for at least an hour, but there was Jack, sitting by the fire, watching the embers burn away.<br />
<br />
"I was thirsty," she didn't lie she was, but that wasn't the reason that she couldn't sleep.<br />
<br />
"There's plenty of beer in there," he offered. She couldn't help but smile.<br />
<br />
"I just need a glass of water, but thanks."<br />
<br />
Sighing out, she reached up into the cabinet, taking out a glass and beginning to fill it, not sure what to do now...<br />
<br />
"Jack?" she surprised even herself asking. He leaned back over the sofa, peering at her, that trademark Jack O'Neill look on his face.<br />
<br />
"You ok?"<br />
<br />
"Can I talk to you?"<br />
<br />
Now he made a face of confusion.<br />
<br />
"Sure..."<br />
<br />
You can do this, she thought, walking herself and the glass over to the back of the couch.<br />
<br />
"I slept with Daniel."<br />
<br />
Jack didn't look surprised.<br />
<br />
"Duh."<br />
<br />
Adrienne shook her head.<br />
<br />
"No, no, like," her cheeks flushed, "naked slept..."<br />
<br />
"Wait," Jack sat up, "I thought that you two..."<br />
<br />
Adrienne shook her head again.<br />
<br />
"Then what have you two been doing in there and on base?"<br />
<br />
"Sleeping, like, dictionary definition," she clarified.<br />
<br />
"Huh, who knew?" he said more to himself than anyone, taking a swig of beer and looking back at her, "so when did this happen?"<br />
<br />
Redness filled her pale cheeks, Adrienne looking downward.<br />
<br />
"Do I want to go into my guest room Dr. Perky?" Jack asked, the cajun letting her head drop into her hand.<br />
<br />
"Probably not..."<br />
<br />
"Ok, just like advanced warning," he wasn't sure what to say, drinking more beer, "so what's the problem was he bad?"<br />
<br />
"No," Adrienne's head darted right up, "not at all, he was..." she trailed, noting Jack's face of shock and disgust, "that's not the issue."<br />
<br />
"Then what is?"<br />
<br />
"Gahhhh..." and she was walking around the sofa, flopping herself right down beside him, crossing her legs yoga style and bending in a very strange fashion. The general didn't say anything for a moment, thinking, finally setting his beer over on the side table.<br />
<br />
"Did it change how you feel about him?"<br />
<br />
Right question, apparently, Adrienne peering up at him as she took a deep breath.<br />
<br />
"Yeah..."<br />
<br />
"Not sure how to break it off?"<br />
<br />
But she shook her head in protest, rubbing her face, having some sort of miniature tantrum.<br />
<br />
"No, I, ugh, I..." she stammered, much like Daniel Jack thought, staying quiet while she figured out what to say, "it makes me wanna head into town tomorrow, find a computer or some Wifi and research how a woman asks a man to marry her."<br />
<br />
And down her head went, Jack unable to help but laugh.<br />
<br />
"He's so good you wanna get hitched?"<br />
<br />
"No!!" and she stood, eyes rolling, "dammit forget I opened my gah damn fool mouf..." she started to leave, Jack standing, reaching for her shoulder.<br />
<br />
"Look, Addy, I'm sorry, I don't know what to say. Congrats? I mean, if you're out here talking to me about weddings then you must love him."<br />
<br />
"I do," she said without turning around, "More than I thought possible."<br />
<br />
"He does too you know," Jack offered, dropping his hand, "he has a shitty way of showing it but he does. Has for a while."<br />
<br />
"I know."<br />
<br />
The general was confused.<br />
<br />
"So, what's the problem?"<br />
<br />
Adrienne laughed, thankfully a laugh, "I swore I'd never fall in love, get married, all that other merde that good southern women do."<br />
<br />
"Well now you're being insane," Jack laughed himself. Adrienne turned, her arms crossed protectively across her chest, breathing in and out.<br />
<br />
"I know I am," she giggled, "I'm not gonna propose."<br />
<br />
"No," he joked, "that breaks every rule of being a Southern woman."<br />
<br />
"This is happening," she whispered seriously, "isn't it?"<br />
<br />
"Looks like it."<br />
<br />
"It's gonna be insane, isn't it?"<br />
<br />
"Oh yeah," he said flashing his wedding band, "Oh yeah."<br />
<br />
Adrienne sighed.<br />
<br />
"I guess, well, I'm gonna go back to bed before I'm missed," she said, blushing again, "he likes to cuddle."<br />
<br />
"Not shocked," Jack replied. She started to walk away again and he wanted to say something else, give her some advice but he wasn't sure what to say. He let her disappear down the hall, the door clicking closed before letting himself sit back down to poke the fire one final time.<br />
<br />
"She's a sweet one Daniel," Jack muttered to himself, "you'd better not hurt her."<br />
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<br />ladiosabrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04354226145006139165noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6114975476764169773.post-78439335167362344402013-12-30T16:20:00.003-05:002013-12-30T16:20:57.037-05:00Her ProblemHey Ad, you're still up.<br />
<br />
Yeah, got sucked into some show...<br />
<br />
Must be good, I'm not even getting eye contact.<br />
<br />
*peeks up* Better?<br />
<br />
Never when it's forced.<br />
<br />
You can join me shug, if ya want.<br />
<br />
Genre?<br />
<br />
Fantasy Horror.<br />
<br />
Do you watch anything else?<br />
<br />
Star Wars.<br />
<br />
Forget I asked.<br />
<br />
*sits behind her on bed, peering over her shoulder*<br />
<br />
For someone that never liked pop culture you sure are interested in what I like.<br />
<br />
I find it fascinating, it's as if I have discovered a new species of human.<br />
<br />
You be lucky right now that that pillow is too far for me to reach coo yon.<br />
<br />
*laughs* So what is it?<br />
<br />
It's called Hemlock Grove.<br />
<br />
Ok, plot...<br />
<br />
Not sure yet, but it's about a gypsy werewolf that is being accused of a series of murders.<br />
<br />
A gypsy werewolf?<br />
<br />
I can feel the face you're making at me and if you make that face again I will be sure to have a very violent bout of illness when the next IOA meeting comes up.<br />
<br />
What's with that guy cutting himself?<br />
<br />
Not sure yet but... *Adrienne pauses*<br />
<br />
Him?<br />
<br />
What?<br />
<br />
You think THAT is hot?<br />
<br />
So...<br />
<br />
Your tastes in men never cease to amaze me. How OLD is he?<br />
<br />
On the show or in real life?<br />
<br />
Do I wanna know the answer to either?<br />
<br />
Probably not.<br />
<br />
*Daniel shakes his head*<br />
<br />
He's a Skarsgard *Adrienne smiles*<br />
<br />
As in Alexander?<br />
<br />
As in little Alexander, but yes, they're brothers.<br />
<br />
I don't see it.<br />
<br />
Because you have no taste.<br />
<br />
And I prefer women, but as you will. So, this is your latest.<br />
<br />
Not my latest per se, but I really wanna know what the Swedes are doing to grow men like this...<br />
<br />
AD!!!<br />
<br />
I want that for Christmas. A calendar of Skarsgard men.<br />
<br />
Ask Vala, I think I need to get you some decent documentaries.<br />
<br />
Cooyon.<br />
<br />
You have a problem Ad. A Skarsgard problem.<br />
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And I have NO shame in that shug, no shame...<br />
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<br />ladiosabrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04354226145006139165noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6114975476764169773.post-76554714527708880572013-12-02T08:06:00.000-05:002013-12-02T08:06:35.629-05:00A Morning Whine <i>Dialog that I will maybe use later in official CBW but I thought you guys would enjoy! </i><br />
<br />
Come on Ad, get up.<br />
<br />
No, can't we stay in bed?<br />
<br />
We have work to do, wake up.<br />
<br />
I prefer here...<br />
<br />
*laughs*<br />
<br />
Honestly so do I, but there are these jobs we have...<br />
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Shut up Indy, I know. But it's warmer here...<br />
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If you must we can turn up the heat in the lab.<br />
<br />
It's comfy here...<br />
<br />
I got you that chair you were going on and on about.<br />
<br />
I can stay in my pajamas here...<br />
<br />
Since we got together you have managed to come to work in 99% yoga pants, that's not valid.<br />
<br />
You're here...<br />
<br />
I'm at the lab to, don't make me get a cup of water.<br />
<br />
Naked...<br />
<br />
*rolls eyes*<br />
<br />
Stop trying to lure me back to bed.<br />
<br />
Is it working? You naked...me naked...<br />
<br />
Stop Adrienne. That's evil.<br />
<br />
Under the covers...<br />
<br />
*gets back in bed*<br />
<br />
Fine, we don't have any meetings today. We can stall.<br />
<br />
*pulls up covers*<br />
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<br />ladiosabrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04354226145006139165noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6114975476764169773.post-64396986736071728212013-11-30T12:28:00.001-05:002013-11-30T12:28:32.274-05:00Happy Thanksgiving Oh my gawd look at this one!<br />
<br />
Dammit Ad, put those away!<br />
<br />
Sam has BOOKS, were you aware of her taking so many pictures?!<br />
<br />
No...I wasn't<br />
<br />
Look at this one, no shit sha you had GREAT hair, and since I now know your intimate bathing habits I know that there is NO conditioner in that and I officially hate you for it.<br />
<br />
Ja-wer!! Put that away!<br />
<br />
Addy, I found another one!<br />
<br />
Sam why are you helping her!!<br />
<br />
We've been waiting for YEARS for you to have someone, years! It's been building up!<br />
<br />
Awww Daniel....<br />
<br />
Can I leave while she does this?<br />
<br />
Nope, otherwise you sleep on the couch and after a while that gets old.<br />
<br />
Thanks Jack for your support.<br />
<br />
Really, sha, these pictures are so sweet. Look at you...<br />
<br />
I prefer not too...<br />
<br />
Sam, can you give us a sec?<br />
<br />
Jack, I need help with the turkey.<br />
<br />
We're just joking Danny boy, get a grip...<br />
<br />
Jack...<br />
<br />
Fine Sam, I'm coming, sheesh.<br />
<br />
Spill.<br />
<br />
Spill what?<br />
<br />
I'll put these away, there is teasing out of love and just being mean, but I'd like to know what I did so I don't hurt you again.<br />
<br />
This just wasn't a good time for me. The program was new, it was amazing, but if something awful was going to happen to me it did. Everything awful that could have happened to me, did. It just brings back bad memories.<br />
<br />
I'm sorry Daniel, I didn't know. I'll put them away.<br />
<br />
You would have talked to him?<br />
<br />
Who?<br />
<br />
Dorky me?<br />
<br />
Of course I would have, he makes this funny face like I do sometimes apparently when I'm really concentrating.<br />
<br />
Even if you didn't know that I could give you anything? Provide you a way out, anything?<br />
<br />
Daniel, sha, do you wanna take a walk? Let's go for a walk, go get a snack at the convenience store or something.<br />
<br />
No, I'm ok.<br />
<br />
I'll put them away. I just have this weakness.<br />
<br />
And what's that?<br />
<br />
You. Always you, always has been. You're trouble Daniel Jackson, major trouble.<br />
<br />
*smiles*<br />
<br />
I love you.<br />
<br />
*goes and sits in his lap*<br />
<br />
I love you too, nerd boy.<br />
<br />
You have NO room to talk *cuddles and kisses her and laughs*<br />
<br />
What's so funny?<br />
<br />
When we see your aunt again? I'm gonna ask her for embarrassing pictures.<br />
<br />
Tchew, I need to get Nicholas up...<br />
<br />
*lets her go and smiles, looking back down at pictures*<br />
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<br />ladiosabrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04354226145006139165noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6114975476764169773.post-49526255412413754922013-11-26T22:58:00.000-05:002013-11-26T22:58:17.817-05:00Tears He sat up in bed, yet again, his heart racing, tears streaking down his face. Why his mind insisted on making him watch it over and over again, so many years after he thought he was over it he would never know, but there is was again, larger than life. The vision of her lying there, looking at him, whispering I love you right as she left this existence, was still playing in his head, stuck on repeat. He hated being so emotional but he just couldn't help it; it was one of the worst memories in his life and the second time he had watched someone that he loved died, while he was simply helpless. His heart ached, his whole body ached, and he stood from his hard on base bed, not bothering to slip on boots or change clothes, heading for his door.<br />
<br />
The corridors were dim this late at night, but it didn't matter, no one would question his past midnight trek through the halls, regardless of his emotional state. Sure, someone might call Sam and report that Dr. Jackson appeared to be upset and wandering, but he didn't care about that right now as he trembled, wiping his face, willing the nightmare away.<br />
<br />
His destination lay dead ahead, the keypad blinking, and he didn't need to think about what he was typing in before he put digits to buttons, this code was now nearly as automatic as his own. The light flashed green and he pushed the door open, escaping one possible embarrassment as he realized he was inserting himself into another.<br />
<br />
"Ad?" he asked, no turning back now, deciding then and there that if she was asleep that he would just sit at her desk until he could get himself under control better.<br />
<br />
"Indy," she was groggy but answered, which meant that she hadn't fallen asleep yet, "everything ok?"<br />
<br />
And then he lost it. No, he wanted to say, it's not ok, nothing's ok, my life is a mess and I'm alone, friends or not I'm alone, but not a single word crossed his lips as the tears cascaded down his face.<br />
<br />
"Daniel, oh my gawd," and he saw her crawl to her knees, started to exit her bed, her arms extended. He didn't let her leave, racing toward them, his comfort zone, he had let her become his comfort zone, this strange woman that had just appeared in his life. He felt her arms close around him, pulling him onto the bed, holding him to her, her cheek to the top of his head.<br />
<br />
"Wha 'appened?" she didn't judge, she didn't mock, just held him, her tone caring though accented heavily by the lateness of the hour. He couldn't answer her then either, another horrible idea crossing his mind, that this friend, this confidant that he had come to rely on would be ripped away her, the faces of all of the loved ones in his memories being replaced with that of his best friend, who, at this moment, was running her fingers gently through his hair.<br />
<br />
"You donna 'ave ta tell me, but ya can if ya need," she whispered, kissing his temple softly, holding him closer. How do you tell someone that for everything wonderful that you have seen in your life, that there is a limit to how much loss that you can take. He could tell her, he could tell her everything right now and she would listen, listen like no one else had, like one person in particular never had and that's why he was here now, with Adrienne and not there.<br />
<br />
He sniffed in, beginning to pull away as his heart raced, Jack's words running through his head.<br />
<br />
Could he love her? Was that why sadness compelled him here, in the middle of the night, in his pajamas and no shoes, automatically crawling into the safety of her embrace without hesitation.<br />
<br />
"No, you're gonna stay righ 'ere," and she was reaching out for him pulling him to her, beside her in the bed, holding him close to her chest, another quick kiss at his head, "Go to sleep shug. I'm righ 'ere, k?"<br />
<br />
Sniffing in, he laid his head on the pillow, the back of his skull resting on her shoulder and he could tell that she had adjusted herself just to hold him. He started to protest and apologize but the tears started again, why this time he wasn't sure, but he just didn't seem to be able to control them.<br />
<br />
"It's ok," she whispered in his ear, "let it out. I'm not going anywhere and I'm not gonna tell a soul."<br />
<br />
He nodded so she would at least know that he heard, instinctively cuddling back into her.<br />
<br />
"You're safe," she added just in case he could tell since she still did not know the cause of any of this, "it's just you and me ok, nothin' else is 'ere."<br />
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<i>Just you and me...</i><br />
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Closing his eyes, he focused on where he was, right now, and let himself drift off to sleep.ladiosabrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04354226145006139165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6114975476764169773.post-48150100864845570732013-11-20T22:29:00.002-05:002013-11-20T22:29:33.473-05:00Daniel & Addy possible side thoughtMaybe a side story or just a dream... (I have a cuddle problem)<br />
<br />
Daniel slipped into Adrienne's room, seeing that she was making the bed.<br />
<br />
"Hey shug?" she said over her shoulder with a smile, "how's it going?"<br />
<br />
"Tired, cranky, if I have another cup of coffee I might explode..." he moaned, tossing his bag onto the floor and flopping on the bed.<br />
<br />
"I was making that."<br />
<br />
"Which I never understand because you only make it before you get right back in it," he teased, tossing a pillow in her direction.<br />
<br />
Adrienne frowned.<br />
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"You need a girlfriend, so you can go bother her and leave me alone," she said with a smile, reaching for the pillow on the floor and tossing it back.<br />
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"Are you really headed to bed; it's only ten," Daniel questioned as he sat up, Adrienne sighing.<br />
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"Yeah, I've got an IOA meeting that YOU," she stressed the word, "weaseled out of and I need to be caffeinated and coherent by the time they make me actually speak."<br />
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"I didn't weasel..."<br />
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"Uh, what are YOU doing tomorrow Dr. Jackson?" she asked, halting her chore.<br />
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"Sam & I have to go through the gate codes and make this month's check in list of our allies."<br />
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"And Walter can't do this with her because..."<br />
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Daniel started laughing.<br />
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"Because I hate IOA meetings," he choked out, Adrienne slamming him with a pillow.<br />
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"Weasel..."<br />
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"Nope," he chuckled, kicking off his shoes, "genius."<br />
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She rolled her eyes, trying to adjust everything around him, giving up and heading to her dresser for pajamas. Grabbing a t-shirt and pants she head for the bathroom, a throat clearing behind her.<br />
<br />
"Jokes aside shug," she said with a small smile, "I gotta hit the hay."<br />
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"No," he shook his head, serious, sitting up from the bed, "I just, well, I needed to talk to you."<br />
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"About?" she stopped to lean again the doorframe.<br />
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"Last night," he said quietly, Adrienne confused.<br />
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"What about last night?"<br />
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Daniel didn't answer at first, pushing his glasses up his face and fumbling with his hands for a moment, finally peering up at her.<br />
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"When I slept here, after the movie..." he started slow, Adrienne still looking thoroughly puzzled, "well I woke up to go to the bathroom, and, well, you were..."<br />
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"Please don't say snoring," her accent slipped, her pale cheeks flushing, "dammit I don't wanna have to go back on allergy meds."<br />
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"No, you weren't snoring, not any more than usual anyway," he said quickly, holding up his hands in case she wanted to deck him again, "you had your..."<br />
<br />
"What shug?"<br />
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"Your arm wrapped around me," he spat out.<br />
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"Oh..." she whispered, dark eyes cast down to the floor, "sorry..."<br />
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"No, it's alright," he corrected quickly, "I didn't mind, I mean, I just..."<br />
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"You just what?" she asked as he frowned.<br />
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<i>I just wanted to tell you that I love you but apparently that's not gonna happen right now dammit Daniel, he thought, taking a breath. </i><br />
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"Nothing, I just didn't want you to wake up and see me awake and you were doing it and think I was trying something because I wouldn't and then be angry with me over something that is entirely accidental..."<br />
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"But it's not," she said finally looking up, "it's not accidental."<br />
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"It's not?"<br />
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<i>Please tell me you love me Ad, please...</i><br />
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"No," she clarified, "I get cold and you're warm and," she stammered for a moment herself, "you make me feel safe. But I won't do it again, sorry..."<br />
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<i>I make her feel safe??</i><br />
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She turned to go back to the bathroom, Daniel at his feet, racing over to catch her before she could escape.<br />
<br />
"No, it's ok, I just didn't want you to be mad at me," he said quickly.<br />
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"Why would I be?"<br />
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Daniel made a face, hoping she didn't need him to explain.<br />
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"I'm just sorry I made you feel uncomfortable," she added, turning, Daniel reaching out to catch her arm.<br />
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"You didn't," he whispered, "I..."<br />
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<i>I love when you hold me...</i><br />
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"You what?"<br />
<br />
"I don't mind, I know how cold you get," and once again he didn't say a word, like an idiot.<br />
<br />
She smiled softly, eyes at the floor again.<br />
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"You staying? Tonight?" she asked before leaving.<br />
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"Not if you need to go to sleep..."<br />
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"But I'm cold..."<br />
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<i>Is that a signal? </i><br />
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<i>Yes you moron that's a signal, this is why Jack's says you're dense. </i><br />
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"Ok, I'll got get my stuff," he replied, dashing back to his quarters, Adrienne smiling brightly.<br />
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<br />ladiosabrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04354226145006139165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6114975476764169773.post-35295289950938163782013-11-19T20:23:00.000-05:002013-11-19T20:23:13.708-05:00#33.5 <br />
Daniel Jackson had learned that a person does stupid things when they are in love, very very stupid things, even if the object of one's affection was just a pipe dream.<br />
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Today was one of those times.<br />
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When he found Adrienne in the lab, face to keyboard, snoring away, that woman really could sleep anywhere, he didn't take a picture this time, instead reaching to shake her gently out of concern.<br />
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"Ad?" he asked, his assistant rubbing her face as she sat up.<br />
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"What time is it?"<br />
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"Nine," he answered softly, resisting the urge to reach out for her. He was really gonna have to get this under control, they couldn't be, why did he think they could ever be, "why are you here?"<br />
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"I came down because I couldn't sleep, I wanted to work late," she was rubbing her face again, sighing, "my gah dam schedule is so gah damn messed up, and da gah damn apartment…"<br />
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Daniel frowned. He hadn't heard anything about a problem at her apartment but maybe she hadn't wanted to bother him, she would do that sometimes. It was classic Adrienne behavior, worry about everything else but herself and let her own problems go by the wayside.<br />
<br />
"What about the apartment?"<br />
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Adrienne looked to the floor; clearly this was something she hadn't wanted to share.<br />
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"There was a break in…"<br />
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Daniel's heart sank. If there was a break in Adrienne wouldn't be anywhere near the place, which explained why she was staying on base and even though base was secure she would be having nightmares and not sleeping which is why she would be here working.<br />
<br />
"When did you sleep last?"<br />
<br />
"I don't know."<br />
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Daniel pursed his lips. She wasn't lying at least, and he stood there, watching her tired dark eyes as they gazed at him, glancing again at the floor in embarrassment.<br />
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"Get your things," he decided. No matter how he felt about her, he couldn't just let her continue like this and loving her made it that much more of a personal imperative to take care of her. After all, she dropped everything, without hesitation for him and she always had; it was the least he could do.<br />
<br />
"It's nine in the morning…"<br />
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"And you can't tell me when you last slept," he argued right back, "there's nothing pressing…"<br />
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"Daniel, Anubis, but - "<br />
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He clamped his hand over her mouth.<br />
<br />
"No, stop, now."<br />
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"You're not my keeper," she protested, moving his hand away.<br />
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"No, but you're mine, and I can't afford to not have you at 100%."<br />
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She looked down to the floor again. He knew she was gonna give in, he knew everything, he just didn't know what to say to her yet. I love you is what he wanted to say, I love you and I can't watch you torture yourself anymore.<br />
<br />
"My duffel's back in my quarters," she said quietly.<br />
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"Get it," he ordered gently, "and then meet me in the parking lot. We'll go back to my house and just hang out, ok?"<br />
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"Ok," Adrienne was quiet leaving the lab without a further word.<br />
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Daniel's heart raced as he watched her go. She's going to spend the day, two days, three days alone in his apartment? They done this before but it was different now, different because Daniel knew that he was in love with her and he knew based on her actions that she was probably in love with him. She'd been so quiet since the day that they repeated over and over. They'd had fun after, watching movies like everything was normal, none of the tension he had felt since she told him her secret, but she'd been so quiet. There had been a point though, when they were watching the Lord of the Rings that she started to snuggle near to him as if it was normal, making him wonder what happened during those repeated days, before racing back to the other side of her bed. He'd slept in her room that night too, waking up with her arm wrapped around his waist tightly, a fact that he never told her.<br />
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She got her things but didn't go to the parking lot, returning to the lab instead, the dark circles under her eyes standing out more the fluorescent light of the hallway. Daniel shook his head, worried sick, reaching out for the bag to take it.<br />
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"We don't have to go…" she protested again.<br />
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"I want you to sleep," he countered.<br />
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"Why are you so worried?"<br />
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<i>Because I love you Adrienne. </i><br />
<br />
"I'm allowed to worry," he said instead.<br />
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"I guess so," and she was quiet again.<br />
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The drive to his apartment was quiet, Adrienne again not saying a word. He didn't understand why she was embarrassed by this, hurt yet, scarred, he knew from personal experience, but it wasn't as if she had gone out of her way to have this happen to her. He just wanted to fix it but he couldn't and that hurt him as much as the look on her face. When they arrived at the door she was at the elevator before he could even get her stuff out of the jeep, in silence, charging into this apartment once he slipped the key into the lock, heading straight for sofa.<br />
<br />
"Go get the bed," he ordered, sternly, pointing.<br />
<br />
"I'm fine here really."<br />
<br />
"I know you won't sleep here as well as in my bed," he said it in such as way that he hoped she would tease, he wanted her to tease, please make an Adrienne joke but she didn't, dragging herself to the bedroom.<br />
<br />
"I've got to get you better again," he mumbled as he let her go. His heart was in his throat; he wanted so badly to go back there, kiss her, hold her, take her in his arms and nuzzle close and tell her that everything would be fine…<br />
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"Stop," he spat out, heading for his small dining room table, "just get to work and let her rest."<br />
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*****<br />
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She screamed out at noon.<br />
<br />
It terrified Daniel and for a moment he sat in the chair unsure as to what he should do. It was the break in, her mind was creating a scenario where she was being attacked again. He felt guilt suddenly at his hesitation and he was dashing into his bedroom, his best friend sitting up in the bed crying, his t-shirt large on her.<br />
<br />
"I'm sorry Daniel," she stammered wiping away tears, "I swear this doesn't happen, I've come to peace with it it's just that," she cried more, Daniel crawling in the bed right beside her.<br />
<br />
"Don't beat yourself up," he whispered, "you're allowed to feel this way."<br />
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"It's just being here in DC, I don't know, I just don't feel safe with everything and…"<br />
<br />
"I know," Daniel said, "on the verge of telling her what had happened to him, but refrained. It would make her worry about him and while that would make her forget her own concerns it wouldn't be what she needed.<br />
<br />
"I guess sometimes I just don't feel safe."<br />
<br />
"Do you feel safe now?" he asked, reaching out his hand.<br />
<br />
Adrienne nodded.<br />
<br />
"Then lay down, get some sleep," he said, squeezing hers lightly.<br />
<br />
"But I'm not sick, I have no reason to be in here, be here at all, we've got work to do," she protested but Daniel just shook his head.<br />
<br />
<i>Hold her, kiss her, this was a bad idea…</i><br />
<i><br /></i>
<i>"</i>You can't even keep your head up Ad, your eyes are puffy, rest, for me?"<br />
<br />
<i>Because I love you and I am so worried. </i><br />
<i><br /></i>
She sniffed in, allergies maybe, laying back down. His mind already back on where he left of, Daniel started to leave her when he felt a hand at his wrist, turning to see Adrienne was preventing him from leaving.<br />
<br />
"Will you stay?"<br />
<br />
"In here?"<br />
<br />
She nodded again.<br />
<br />
"Ok, if it'll get you to sleep…" he agreed, sitting down again. Taking a deep breath, Adrienne laid down, curling onto her side, shaking.<br />
<br />
He couldn't take it, he didn't care, so what if he couldn't tell her how he felt, so what if he could never say a word lest she be taken away from him, he could love her and care for her right now. Kicking off his shoes he crawled in beside her, scooting under the covers and taking her into his arms.<br />
<br />
"Daniel, what are you doing?"<br />
<br />
"Making you feel safe," he whispered, he was crossing a line, he knew it, but she was starting to calm, "at least I hope I am."<br />
<br />
"You are."<br />
<br />
He'd hoped she'd turn around and cuddle into him, but she didn't, yet she lay there in his arms, letting him hold her.<br />
<br />
"Go to sleep, nothing's gonna get in here, I promise," he whispered in her ear, kissing it and freezing.<br />
<br />
Shit, he kissed her…<br />
<br />
But she didn't say a word, her hand on his as he listened to her breathing slow, Adrienne falling dead asleep.<br />
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*****<br />
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When Daniel awoke he wasn't quite sure what was going on, the haze of sleep<br />
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<br />ladiosabrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04354226145006139165noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6114975476764169773.post-39715188648495590862013-11-07T23:19:00.002-05:002013-11-07T23:19:40.251-05:00Text Messages <i>I am doing NANO this month but I keep getting these little ideas in my head. Hope you guys are enjoying them! </i><br />
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You up?<br />
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Yeah shug, that's why the little green light is on…<br />
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Come on, I'm using one of YOUR methods of communication, can you work with me here?<br />
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Just teasin' … my aren't we touchy. What's up Indy?<br />
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My head hurts, I don't wanna translate anymore tonight but I don't want to go to bed.<br />
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Come here.<br />
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That requires driving.<br />
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No, that requires an elevator.<br />
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Wait? You're on base?<br />
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Yeah. It's cold and raining. I ran the track, showered and was too lazy to go home.<br />
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Glad you can admit that, usually you just blame me.<br />
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And with a few strokes of the keyboard Daniel has lost his invite to hang out in my room.<br />
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I know your codes.<br />
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I can change them.<br />
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Never underestimate my knowledge of Alexander Skarsgard; I know he's your weakness.<br />
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Well, I'm folding some laundry then crawling into bed, you're welcome to join me.<br />
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Hang on.<br />
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You ok?<br />
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Wanna take a picture of this conversation to send to Vala, with you inviting me to bed and all…<br />
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Bye Daniel.<br />
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I'm joking! Sorry, just bored and, well, just bored.<br />
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Ok, well, I want to relax so I am shutting this lid. If you want to join me, I am here. If you don't fine.<br />
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No, no I do. I need to shut down here and go to my room and grab some things but I'll be down.<br />
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What kind of things?<br />
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Clothes…<br />
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This is why people think we're sleeping together shug.<br />
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And yet you don't want me to send this conversation to Vala.<br />
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I love being used to make your girlfriend jealous.<br />
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I don't have a girlfriend. I have you. You are pain enough ;).<br />
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He uses emoticons, impressive. I'm going to finish this ok, see you soon?<br />
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In about fifteen or twenty minutes.<br />
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See ya soon shug.<br />
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Ad? You still there?<br />
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Yeah, what's up.<br />
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Thanks for letting me crash there so much.<br />
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:) I can't lie. I like having you around. A lot.<br />
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Be there soon.<br />
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