Nicke's bag of random stuff

Ficlet: Dawn of a new day, SG1, Sam/Janet, M

nickespix — Wed, 04 Nov 2009 20:27:06 GMT

Title: Dawn of a new day
Author: Nicke
Fandom: SG1
Prompt: -
Series: 30 drabbles in 30 days
Characters: Sam Carter/Janet Frasier
Rating: PG13
Kinks: none
Summary: Sam wakes up on a Sunday morning and ponders life and love...
Word count: ~570
A/N: It's been ages since I got around to write for fun. So I decided that had to be taken care of. The plan is simple. 30 days, 30 drabbles, ficlets, vignettes. This is number four. Be generous. Not betaed. All mistakes you find are mine.

***

Everything was warm and cozy, as Sam slowly surfaced from sleep. The curtains filtered the sun, soft rays of orange light painting the walls and the ceiling of the bedroom. Slowly stretching her limbs, Sam blinked open her eyes. On mornings like these, everything was perfect. It was her free Sunday, she could sleep in and not worry about things for once. She turned her head, as she felt a movement beside her.

"Hey," a sleepy voice mumbled from under the sheets. "I'm still sleeping."

Sam laughed sofly, and rested her head back into the pillow. Oh yes, she thought, mornings like these really made up for everything they both had to put up with.

Meeting in secret, because they both couldn't risk being found out.

Having to pretend they only were good friends, nothing more. Which was pretty hard at times.

That was the down side of being a military. Of course, the military offered chances she wouldn't have had otherwise, but they were quite strict with regulations regarding relationships, too.

At times she felt the urge to do something silly, and stop this playing hide-and-seek and simply kiss her lover right in front of the General.

Sam grinned as she pictured the scene. Best case? Hammond brushed it off as a joke, giving them a wink and ordering them not to play these games in front of Colonel Frank Simmons.

Worst case? Both of them would be sent off to Lavenworth for some extra holidays. And that would be the end of two brilliant careers.

Dad would be disappointed. More than just disappointed probably.

But even worse than the pretending to be just friends was the other pretending.

Namely having this infatuation with Jack O'Neill. It wasn't like she thought he was a nutcase or something. He was smart, but he liked to play dumb. If she was be into guys, she might have actually have fallen for his charme. He wasn't looking too bad for a guy.

Sometimes it almost hurt to pretend she was so all over him it wasn't funny anymore. He was her commanding officer after all. She wasn't sure if O'Neill bought it or had an idea that she was only faking it. If he knew, he was good at not showing and playing along.

She sighed deeply.

But then, waking up next to Janet after a night of passion was worth almost everything. Even playing the silly, lovesick puppy, she thought and snuggled closer to Janet's form under the covers. It was early in the morning and these moments with her were too precious to waste them on such thoughts. She still could worry when they'd gotten up, when Janet had left and the bed was cold and rumpled and the only memory of the night was the dent in the pillow with her scent.

"What do you think of breakfast?" Janet mumbled.

"Oh, I'm not hungry for breakfast yet," Sam murmured against Janet's neck.

"Hmm, not?"

"No," Sam said and wrapped her arm around Janet's middle.

"You got a better idea than coffee and toast?"

"Yeah, definitely better than coffee and toast," Sam promised and pulled the covers over their heads, keeping the world out for another while.

finis

Ficlet: Of Cookies and Muffins, SG1, Jack O'Neill/Daniel Jackson, M

nickespix — Tue, 03 Nov 2009 22:13:54 GMT

Title: Of Cookies and Muffins
Author: Nicke
Fandom: SG1
Prompt: collective
Series: 30 drabbles in 30 days
Characters: Jack O'Neill/Daniel Jackson, Sam Carter
Rating: M
Kinks: none
Summary: Daniel talks and Jack not really listens...
Word count: ~ 610
A/N: It's been ages since I got around to write for fun. So I decided that had to be taken care of. The plan is simple. 30 days, 30 drabbles, ficlets, vignettes. This is number three. Be generous. Not betaed. All mistakes you find are mine.

***

"So it's a commie thingy?" Jack asked, and kicked away a stone. He hadn't really listened to what Daniel had been babbling about. The only thing catching his attention had been the word 'Collective'. He was focussing on the way, on possible dangers, while Daniel trudged beside him, gesturing with hands, telling him all kinds of things.

"No, Jack, it's not," Daniel said, a slight stain in his voice.

"Okay," Jack acknowledged. "So, they're not related to the Borg in any way either, I assume, then." He should have teamed up with Teal'c, he pondered, at least T wasn't talking about weird stuff. At least not until you asked him to tell Goa'Uld jokes.

"No, they're not related to the Borg, and they're not Swedish either," Daniel explained. "I think they're from Manchester."

Jack stopped dead in his tracks. "Daniel, I have no clue what you're talking about," he said, giving Daniel a puzzled look.

"The key," Daniel said. "The key, the secret."

"The key, the secret," Jack echoed, and lifted his cap. Scratching his neck with one hand he gave Daniel a critical gaze. "Daniel, I don't think you deal well with the heat on this planet."

Daniel rolled his eyes at Jack. "I'm fine, Jack. You're just not listening to me."

"Hey, you can't say I'm not listening to you," Jack said, then gave Daniel a smug grin. After all it just depended on what Daniel said. When Daniel said 'Come to bed, Jack', 'Harder, Jack!' or 'Now, Jack!' Jack very well listened. But on missions like this, sometimes Jack had these Peanuts moments, when everything Daniel said sounded like Charlie Brown's teacher.

Daniel slumped his shoulders, then rubbed the back of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut. "No, you don't."

"Of course I do," Jack said nonchalant, holding Daniel's gaze.

"No, you don't," Daniel gave back with a glare.

"Do."

"Don't."

"Do."

Daniel snorted, shook his head and trudged on.

"Hey," Jack shouted after Daniel. "What did I do wrong now?" He watched Daniel stomp off, more than just a little annoyed at the other man. He considered letting Daniel walk ahead until he cooled down and came back. But he was way too sensible to let Daniel wander around on his own. Releasing a deep sigh, shook his head and followed Daniel.

He fell in step with Daniel, and for a while they walked along in silence.

"So, about this, erm," Jack gestured with his hand. "Thingy you talked about."

"It's a band, Jack," Daniel said. "I was talking about a band."

"A band," Jack repeated. "Hey, I knew that."

Daniel turned his head and gave Jack a pointed look, not saying anything.

"Okay, maybe not."

"They're called Urban Cookie Collective and--"

Before Daniel was able to explain further, Jack's radio sounded. Instinctively he pressed the receive button, echoing Daniel's words. "Cookies?"

'Sir? Everything all right?'

"Um, sure, Carter, just the usual," Jack said. "Daniel's talking weird stuff about Commies and muffins, and--" Daniel slapping his shoulder interrupted his report.

"I was just telling him about that song I heard someone play in the base, Sam," Daniel shouted.

'All right,' Sam said over the radio, her scepticism plain to hear. 'We didn't find anything of interest so far in the clearing. We'll proceed to check the perimeter and meet you back at the gate.'

"Sweet," Jack said. "See you there. O'Neill out."

'Roger, Carter out.'

Jack put back the radio, and grinned at Daniel.

"Muffin?" Daniel asked, increduously. "You will so pay for that, Jack."

Jack grinned. Yeah, he was so going to pay for that. But then, Daniel was exceptionally good at making him pay for being impertinent.

finis

Ficlet: Confusion about the cloister, Tomb Raider, M

nickespix — Mon, 02 Nov 2009 20:31:56 GMT

Title: Confusion about the cloister
Author: Nicke
Fandom: Tomb Raider (The Movie)
Prompt: nun
Series: 30 drabbles in 30 days
Characters: Lara Croft/Hillary, Bryce
Rating: M
Kinks: um, clerical clothing?
Summary: Bryce is talking about gaming and Hillary has something entirely different in mind...
Word count: ~ 580
A/N: It's been ages since I got around to write for fun. So I decided that had to be taken care of. The plan is simple. 30 days, 30 drabbles, ficlets, vignettes. This is number two. Be generous. Not betaed. All mistakes you find are mine.

***

"Good morning Bryce," Lara greeted as she walked into the computer room. Bryce was slouched on his chair, the headset half hanging from his head. He had rings under his eyes. "Did you just get up or didn't you even make it to bed?"

"Good morning Lady Croft," Hillary nodded at her, as he entered the room and presented a tray with two mugs. "I thought you might like some coffee."

Bryce gave Hillary a thankful smile and reached for the mug. "Thank you, Hillary. I installed the new patch and hung out with the usual crowd, doing some raids."

Lady Croft and pulled up a chair, reaching for a box on the crowded, messy table in front of him. "Diablo – Lord of Destruction Expansion Kit." She shook her head as she dropped it back on the pile of – whatever he collected on the surface. "If you want to do some real raids, you can come with me next month," she suggested, leaned back and took the mug Hillary handed her. "I wanted to go to Mexico."

"Oh, no, thank you very much," Bryce hastened to refuse. "I have very little desire to actually crawl into a tomb."

Lara laughed. "So you're playing your little computer game?" She straightened in her chair and moved a bit closer to the desk, catching a look at the screen.

Bryce nodded. "Yes, I'm in Act One, in the catacombs of the cloister," he explained and reached for the mouse beside the keys.

"So you're raiding a cloister?" Lady Croft asked and Hillary blinked, turning the empty tray in his hands.

He suddenly had a vision of Lady Croft in the outfit of a nun. She was sitting on the edge of her bed in a more than inviting pose, and gave him one of these sweet, mysterious smiles. She leaned back and slowly pulled up the hem of the skirt, revealing her slender, naked legs. Her smile broadened as she saw his eyes widen, and with sure motions she slowly undid the front of the robe. He could see that she wasn't wearing much beneath the black piece of clothing, but before she pushed it back down her shoulders, his focus faded--- and he was back in the present. Clearing his throat, he slipped a gloved finger under the collar of his shirt, trying to push aside these more than inappropriate thoughts.

"Hillary, are you all right?" Lady Croft asked, turning around in her chair.

He realised she was talking to him, but he hadn't actually caught all the words, still captured by his fantasy.

"Pardon?"

"Are you okay?" she repeated, and sat down the mug with coffee, eyeing him a little worried.

"Um, I would like to think so, Lady Croft," he said, trying to keep a neutral expression. He'd never forgive himself if she'd found out what he'd been thinking. He had to get a better grip on himself and not think about her like that. At least not in her presence.

"What about breakfast then?" she asked.

"Oh, of course, Lady Croft," he quickly said. "Toast, eggs, bacon and more coffee?"

She nodded and Hillary turned on his heels to head for the kitchen, to distract himself and to fix breakfast.

He'd just left the room, when she suddenly called him back.

"Oh, Hillary!"

"Yes, Lady Croft?" he stopped, turned around and came back half the way.

"Do we still have some of that delicious Italian Salami?"

finis

Ficlet: Areopagus, Rodney McKay/Elizabeth Weir, M

nickespix — Sun, 01 Nov 2009 22:55:58 GMT

Title: Areopagus
Author: Nicke
Fandom: SGA
Prompt: areopagus
Series: 30 drabbles in 30 days
Pairing: Rodney McKay/Elizabeth Weir
Rating: M
Kinks: spanking (though there's more hints of it than actual deeds...
Summary: Rodney is taking up on an offer, Elizabeth wasn't even aware she made...
Word count: ~920
A/N: It's been ages since I got around to write for fun. So I decided that had to be taken care of. The plan is simple. 30 days, 30 drabbles, ficlets, vignettes. This is number one. Be generous. Thanks to flubber2kool for the drive-by beta. All mistakes you find are mine.

***

It was close to midnight when the doorbell softly chimed. "One moment, please," Elizabeth called, setting down the book she'd been reading and slipped on her dressing gown. She tied the belt as she walked over to the door, wondering who'd disturb her at that time of night. Correcting the fit of the neckline, she composed herself and then opened the door.

"Rodney," she said surprised as the door slid open, revealing a quite nervous head of sciences. "What brings you here?" she asked and stepped aside, beckoning him in. Could it be, she wondered as she watched him hurry in, that Rodney actually had considered the offer she made in the afternoon. But then, it wasn't so much an offer, more an exasperated sigh over his unreasonableness.

"If you're constantly acting like a 5 year old, maybe I should actually treat you like that and spank your bare backside."

"Um," Rodney replied, looked at her for a moment, then cast down his eyes and wrought his hands. "About what you said earlier this afternoon."

Elizabeth arched her brow at him. Now that was interesting, she thought. Rodney was extremely ambitious and thirsting for approval. And she'd been not amused at all regarding his behaviour.
Maybe he thought her offer had been serious and a spanking could actually make up for his impertinence. Well, she hadn't been serious, and she'd never considered taking measures like that. On the other hand, this was a chance presenting itself, and who was she to refuse?

Schooling her features into a neutral expression, Elizabeth nodded at Rodney. "I did say a lot of things this afternoon, Rodney. Maybe you could refresh my memory a bit?"
Rodney nervously shifted, and gestured with his hand. "A, um, about my," he swallowed. "Behaviour."

Elizabeth sighed. "Oh, I'm surprised you actually listened. I can't remember how many times I've had to reprimand you for your inappropriate behaviour."

Rodney's index finger shot up, but Elizabeth shook her head and stopped him with a small gesture of her hand. "Don't start with how it was all Major Sheppard's fault. Or Dr. Zelenka's."

"But I thought I'd be able to--" Rodney started.

"Yes, Rodney," Elizabeth interrupted him again. "How many times did you think you'd be able to handle something, despite Dr. Zelenka advising you not to even think of it! Or despite my or Major Sheppard's explicit order?"

Rodney frowned, but had the decency to look at least a little deflated. "Um, quite often?" he offered.

"Yes," Elizabeth nodded. "You're smart, Rodney, exceptionally so, you're--"

"Brilliant," Rodney threw in, his expression lighting a little.

Elizabeth sighed and rubbed her forehead. This was exactly what was driving her up the wall. Rodney didn't seem to notice that sometimes he was acting like a kid.

"Maybe it's better you go to bed," she said. "It's gotten late and I am really tired."

"No," Rodney said, and reached for her arm, but hesitated to actually touch her and pulled back his hand as if he got burned. "I know you're angry and I am sorry."

"I'm not angry, Rodney," Elizabeth said. "You're the head of science and self-proclaimed genius in two galaxies and yet at times a five year old has more common sense than you do. You could save yourself a lot of trouble if you'd actually listen to those who care for you."

There was something in Rodney's eyes Elizabeth wasn't able to place.

"I'm just getting tired of having to remind you to listen to orders, mine, Major Sheppard's, Rodney."

Rodney pondered her words for a bit and Elizabeth could practically watch the wheels turning. "So, um, what you said in the afternoon..."

"Yes?"

He shrugged, and said: "So it was, um," he hesitated. "You were just kidding, right?"

Elizabeth had to bite back a laugh. Obviously Rodney was quite interested and tried hard not to show it.

"Would you rather I wasn't?" she gave back with a sly smile.

Rodney swallowed and fingered the neckline of his shirt. "Um."

"Rodney," Elizabeth said and stepped closer, gently touching his forearm. "When I said that I was quite frustrated, because again you put your own life and the lives of your team members in danger. But obviously the idea of," she paused and gave him an encouraging smile. "Physical disciplinary measures seem quite appealing to you."

Rodney's ears turned pink, which Elizabeth found quite endearing. She'd never considered taking her friendship with Rodney to another, more physical level. She liked him, and of course she'd wondered what it would be like to kiss him or touch him. But she'd never acted on these fantasies. After all, he had seemed to be quite taken with Katie Brown.

Rodney nodded.

"Well, maybe we shouldn't discuss this here," Elizabeth said and reached for Rodney's hand. His palm was warm, but a little sweaty. He seemed s little surprised as she wrapped her fingers around his, but after a moment's hesitation willingly replied the gesture. That was good, she thought. He was a passionate man, but he needed a little guidance. And that he'd actually picked up on an offer she wasn't aware she made was an unexpected gift. Not one she'd let pass.

Giving his hand a gentle squeeze, she lead him over to her bed. She sat down, and wondered if he'd run away now out or if his curiosity'd win over. Rodney hesitated for a moment and nervously looked over to the door, obviously pondering his options. Then he drew a deep breath, and sat down beside her.

finis

Mutiny?

nickespix — Thu, 11 Jun 2009 16:25:49 GMT

Eigentlich wollte ich nur "Mit Schirm, Charme und Melone" auf ARTE sehen, bin dann aber mitten in einer Programmvorschau gelandet. Und mein Erster Gedanke, als ich Marlon Brando in "Meuterei auf der Bounty" sah, war: "Meuterei auf der SNICKERS" würd' auch irgendwie blöd klingen.

Actually all I wanted to do was to watch "The Avengers", but I caught some trailer for a film later this week. My first thought when I caught sight of Marlon Brando in "Mutiny on the Bounty", was: "Mutiny on the SNICKERS" would sound a little odd.

SGA RPG is looking for new players...

nickespix — Tue, 09 Jun 2009 18:13:48 GMT

Join the Atlantis expedition!

You've watched the show, discussed it with friends and read the fanfiction? But you still want more?

THEN JOIN OUR RPG!

The scenario

Arriving in the Pegasus galaxy with high hopes the Atlantis expedition members are soon deflated. Back-stabbed by Wraith worshippers, they're not only cut off from supplies but also bereft of the chance to go back to Earth. Two thirds of the original expedition attendees, scientists and military personel, were killed during the mean attack as their only chance to escape was to use the spacedrive.

Now the city/spaceship is stranded on a planet somewhere far away from Lantea.

What we are looking for

At the moment we're looking for a Teyla Emmagen and a Doctor (Pat) Biro. Also we'd warmly welcome any military characters, like Gunnery Sgt. Marc Bates or Lt. Aiden Ford. But we're not only looking for characters from the show, we're strongly encouraging players to invent original characters - since this is not the "Rodney McKay and John Sheppard RPG". So if you'd like to bring aboard a so far unmentioned military member of the expedition, or a scientist, bring em on!

We're also looking for possible villains or allies, which means, people will play characters for only a certain amount of time. This could be handy, if you don't want to commit yourself to a game on the very long run.

What you should know before you apply

The game is slash-friendly, but not exclusively.

Everyone who wants to join will be requested to give us an example of their writing, about a page written from the perspective of the character they want to mun.

The game is a timesink, plotting with other players, regular postings and catching up on threads is taking quite some time. If you're not able or willing to spend that time, you should not apply.

For more information, simply look up the info post in our out of character community, atlantis_tng_oc or contact me.

Interested?

Then leave a comment here or contact me via email (aello at gmx dot net)

Or take a look at the game com info page and contact the players or the mod.

And you, James Blunt...

nickespix — Mon, 27 Oct 2008 05:13:26 GMT

... are a wet!

This day started early, but nicely, even it was just 5:30 am. I had a cup of tea and listened to my favourite station. At this time of day I don't want slimey whining about girls who don't want you. I need good, solid, dirty rock to wake up. I don't care about your soppy, melancholic howling, not now and certainly not when I am fully awake.

Get a grip and listen to Melissa Etheridge, she knows how to whine without being pathetic. Now be a good boy and get a hanky.

Yours,
Nicke

McCain only made a pop reference!

nickespix — Tue, 21 Oct 2008 05:19:31 GMT

I was spending a lot of time pondering what Mr McCain said to Mr Obama on the second presidential debate - which I watched in parts on CNN.

He ~~ranted and ranted~~ explained in detail (something I forgot), then turned to his opponent and called him "that one".

Now, while everyone thought that was rude - I finally found out what in fact it was!

Mr McCain made a POP REFERENCE. OMG. Shocking. It's a hip hop reference even!

Don't believe me?

There's a German hip hop band called Fantastische Vier and on their first record "Vier Gewinnt" they had a song called -- "Die Da!" -- "That (female) one!"

Come to think about it. McCain and German hip hop? *ponders* Okay, prolly he was just being unbelievably rude.

It's a beautiful day!

nickespix — Sun, 19 Oct 2008 17:45:36 GMT

Actually I pondered to get up yesterday pretty early to take some pictures. On my way to work with the bus I'm passing half a dozen tiny villages (one of them is called "Wankheim" much to my personal amusement) and this early in the morning we have lots of mist. It looks simply beautiful especially with the colours of the red and yellow leafs and the brown fields when the sun rises. I just couldn't bring myself to get up yesterday early enough to catch the bus...

But today I got up earlier than I planned and took some pictures here in Tübingen. It's just across the street, down a dead end and I'm into the fields.

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Fic: C. Bergamia (3/3), McBeck, M (dt.)

nickespix — Mon, 22 Sep 2008 12:16:13 GMT

Erst nachdem alycia1701 mich gestupst hat, fiel mir auf, dass ich den dritten Teil nie gepostet habe. Und dabei lag das File fertig im entsprechenden Ordner. Nach dem Motto "Lieber spät als nie". (;

Titel: C. Bergamia (3/3)
Autorin: Nicke
Pairing: Rodney McKay/Carson Beckett
Freigabe: M
Spoiler: "48 Stunden" (SG-1 05x14), "Duett" (SG-A 02x04)
Wortanzahl: ~3380 (dieser Teil)
Disclaimer, Fanart & der ganze Rest: Kapitel-Index

Zurück zu Teil 1
und Teil 2

Mit großen Schritten und nach vorn geschobenem Kinn stürmte Rodney durch die Gänge zur Krankenstation. Irgendwie machte plötzlich alles Sinn, dachte er.

Der undefinierbare Geruch gestern in der Krankenstation und an Carsons Kittel, als er auf dem Krankenbett gelegen hatte. Es war nicht nur Schweiß oder Duschgel oder die Mischung der üblichen Gerüche der Krankenstation gewesen.

Earl Grey!

Irgendwo in der Krankenstation, am Bett eines Patienten oder an der Station, an der Chen und Miller ihr Experiment beaufsichtigt hatten, wenn nicht sogar an Carsons Schreibtisch im Nebenraum, musste ebenfalls eine Tasse dieses Tees gestanden haben.

Als er an Elizabeths Tasse geschnuppert hatte, war ihm plötzlich eingefallen, bei welcher Gelegenheit ihm dieses Aroma noch untergekommen war.

Nachdem ihn Cadman dazu gebracht hatte, Carson zu küssen, hatte er auf seinen Lippen einen leicht bitteren Geschmack wahrgenommen. Carson, der seinen Patienten immer empfahl, einen Tee zu trinken, statt ihnen ein Beruhigungsmittel zu verschreiben, war selbst auch ständig dabei, Tee zu trinken. Da Rodney selbst jedoch Kaffee bevorzugte, war es ihm erst aufgefallen, nachdem er in so kurzer Zeit zweimal mit dem gleichen Aroma konfrontiert wurde.

Rodney zögerte und verlangsamte seine Schritte, als er in den Gang zur Krankenstation einbog. Er holte tief Luft und trat auf die Türe zu, die sich vor ihm öffnete. Er ließ seinen Blick durch den Raum schweifen; nur zwei Patienten und eine Krankenschwester waren anwesend, doch Carson war nirgends zu sehen. Wahrscheinlich war er in seinem Labor, dachte Rodney und ging an den Krankenbetten vorbei hinüber zu dem kleineren Raum, in dem Carson sein Labor und Büro eingerichtet hatte.

Durch die großen Fenster in der Doppeltüre konnte er lediglich Carsons Schreibtisch, einige medizinische Gerätschaften und den kleinen Lagerraum ausmachen. Als er näher trat, sah er Carson, das Kinn auf die Hand gestützt, auf den Monitor seines Laptop starren. Rodney lächelte, als Carson die Stirn runzelte und vor sich hin murmelte, während er nebenher Notizen machte. Er trat einen weiteren Schritt auf die Türe zu, die vor ihm zur Seite glitt und nahm sofort den typischen Geruch von Earl Grey wahr, der ihm entgegen wehte.

Carson hob den Kopf und schenkte ihm ein Lächeln, das ihm wohlige Schauer durch den Körper jagte. "Rodney, kann ich dir helfen?"

Rodney erwiderte Carsons Lächeln und ging langsam auf ihn zu. Neben Carsons Notizen sah er auf dem Schreibtisch eine Tasse stehen, die noch halb voll war. "Ja, das kannst du in der Tat, Carson."

Er tätschelte Carsons Hand, die auf dem Schreibtisch neben dem Laptop lag und warf einen Blick über seine Schulter in Richtung des Lagerraumes, in dem irgendwelche Medikamente, Verbandssachen und kleinere Geräte untergebracht waren und sah dann zurück zur Eingangstüre, die sich wieder geschlossen hatte.

"Rodney?"

"Carson?"

"Was hast du vor?"

Rodney lehnte sich nah an den Arzt heran. "Komm mit, dann zeig ich es dir...", flüsterte er in Carsons Ohr.

Er spürte sein Herz schneller schlagen, als Carson, ohne einen Moment zu zögern, von seinem Stuhl sprang und ihn mit großen blau-grauen Augen erwartungsvoll ansah.

"Wo gehen wir hin? Ich sage nur schnell Bescheid, damit..." Carson deutete über Rodneys Schulter in Richtung des größeren Behandlungsraumes.

Rodney schüttelte den Kopf und deutete dann mit dem Kopf in Richtung des Lagerraumes. Er verschränkte die Arme vor der Brust und spielte mit dem Zeigefinger an seiner Lippe, während er aufmerksam Carsons Gesicht musterte, dessen Gedankengänge deutlich an seiner Miene abzulesen waren.

"Rodney?", hauchte Carson, als ihm dämmerte, was Rodney im Sinn hatte. Sein Blick wanderte von Rodneys Augen zu seinem Mund und zurück und Rodney schluckte, als er sah, wie sich Carsons Pupillen weiteten.

"Komm", drängte Rodney und schob Carson, ihn am Ellbogen fassend, in Richtung des Lagerraumes. Und wieder ging Carson ohne Zögern auf seinen Vorschlag ein und schritt voran. Ein Teil von Rodney war überrascht und zugleich erregt, dass Carson ihm soviel Vertrauen entgegenbrachte und seinen Vorschlag ohne Widerspruch hinnahm. Sein Herz schlug ihm bis zum Halse und er verstärkte den Griff um Carson, um sich zu versichern, dass das alles wirklich passierte und er nicht träumte.

Doch Carsons Ellbogen lag warm und fest an seiner Hand und als er den Kopf hob, streifte sein Blick Carsons Hals. Er sah das Spiel der Nackenmuskeln unter der Haut und wie der dunkle Kragen von Carsons Pullover bei jedem Schritt über den Haaransatz rieb. Er hatte das Gefühl, noch die Wärme des Nackens an seiner Handfläche und die weichen Haare zwischen seinen Fingern spüren zu können.

Als sie den Lagerraum betraten, verlangsamte Carson seinen Schritt und Rodney löste seinen Griff um den Ellbogen des Arztes. Ohne sich umzudrehen, strich Carson mit der Hand über die Regale und die darin liegenden Gegenstände, so als machte er im Geiste eine Inventur.

"Sind auch nicht mehr viele da, da müsste ich wieder welche...", begann Carson und drehte sich langsam um. Sein Blick traf Rodney, der sich, die Hände hinter dem Rücken verschränkt, in dem kleinen Raum umsah, und er verstummte.

Rodneys Blick wanderte von Carsons Augen, über den leichten Schatten auf seinen Wangen hinunter zu seinem Mund, als er sich nervös mit der Zunge über die Lippen fuhr. Er imitierte Carsons Bewegungen und strich mit der Fingerspitze über den Rand der Regalböden. Vielleicht war es doch keine so gute Idee gewesen, Carson in den Lagerraum zu locken und dann Angst vor der eigenen Courage zu bekommen.

"Ja, so wirklich voll sieht das Lager...", plapperte Rodney und stieß seinen Zeigefinger gegen einen unbeschrifteten Karton. "...nicht aus. Aber wenigstens kannst du nun auf Nachschub von der Erde..." Er drehte sich zu Carson, der ihn mit großen Augen ansah.

"Rodney, warum sind wir hier?", fragte Carson sanft.

Einen Moment erwog Rodney, "Ich bin Atheist, diese Frage kann ich dir nicht beantworten" oder etwas Ähnliches zu erwidern, doch er besann sich.

"Ich...", begann er und sah an Carson vorbei. "Ich wollte..."

"Was wolltest du, Rodney?"

Stirnrunzelnd trat Rodney auf Carson zu und legte ihm die Hand auf die linke Schulter. Als Carson den Kopf drehte und ihn mit großen Augen ansah, beschloss er, Taten sprechen zu lassen.

"Das", erklärte er, schloss die Augen und senkte den Kopf, um Carson zu küssen. Vorsichtig presste er seinen Mund auf den des anderen Mannes. Bartstoppeln rieben an seiner Oberlippe, kitzelten ihn, ein völlig ungewohntes, aber nicht unangenehmes Gefühl. Er spürte Carsons Hand in seinem Nacken und wie sich dessen Mund um seine Unterlippe schloss. Sanft saugte und knabberte der Arzt an seiner Lippe, ohne ihm die Chance zu geben, den Kuss zu vertiefen.

Die Lippen des anderen waren warm und schmeckten ein wenig bitter. Intensiver als der Hauch, der an seinem Mund gehaftet hatte - damals, als er Carson unfreiwillig geküsst hatte. Ein Geschmack, den er danach nicht hatte einordnen können. Earl Grey, kam ihm in den Sinn, als er seine Hand hoch in Carsons Nacken schob. Aromatisierter Schwarztee. Bevor er den Gedanken jedoch weiter verfolgen konnte, öffnete Carson den Mund und ließ seine Zunge zwischen Rodneys Lippen gleiten. Mit kleinen Bewegungen strich er über Rodneys Zähne und seinen Gaumen, während er mit den Fingerspitzen seinen Haaransatz massierte.

Rodney stöhnte in Carsons Mund und griff mit der freien Hand, Halt suchend, nach seiner rechter Schulter. Der Kuss am Vorabend, ein auf seine Lippen gehauchtes Versprechen,
hatte ihn die halbe Nacht wach gehalten. Er hatte sich unruhig und erregt auf dem Bett gewälzt und erst nachdem er sich - schon wegen seiner Verletzungen - gegen die kalte Dusche entschieden und mit der Hand Erleichterung verschafft hatte, war er endlich eingeschlafen. Und nun hielt ihn Carson an sich gepresst und küsste ihn auf eine Art und Weise, von der er der festen Überzeugung war, dass sie auf der Erde - zumindest in einigen Staaten und Ländern - illegal sein musste.

Abgesehen davon, dass es mehr als leichtsinnig war, ausgerechnet an diesem Ort - in einem kleinen Nebenraum der Krankenstation, in den jeden Moment jemand hereinplatzen konnte - mit Carson zu knutschen, war das so ziemlich das Heißeste, das er in den letzten drei Jahren erlebt hatte. Nicht dass er viele dieser Erlebnisse gehabt hatte, dachte er, genau genommen waren es...

Weiter kam er nicht, denn plötzlich wand Carsons den Arm um seine Taille und zog ihn gegen seinen kräftigen Körper. Bei aller Leidenschaft, mit der Carson ihn an sich drückte und berührte, merkte Rodney deutlich, dass der Arzt seine Verletzungen an Oberarm und am Schenkel nicht vergessen hatte. Rodney spürte die Erregung des anderen an seinem Oberschenkel und als Carson begann, sich mit langsamen, kreisenden Bewegung an seiner Hüfte zu reiben, griff er den Rhythmus auf und erwiderte die Geste. Wie von selbst wanderte sein Hand über den breiten Rücken seines Freundes langsam nach unten zu seiner Hüfte und spielte mit dem Saum des Pullovers.

"Carson, oh,...", stöhnte er gegen die Lippen seines Freundes und schob langsam seine Hand unter Carsons Pullover. Er wollte Haut spüren, warme, weiche Haut. Mehr als nur das Bisschen, das er im Moment erreichen konnte. "Ich..."

Carson stöhnte in seinen Mund und zerrte ungeduldig mit einer Hand an seiner Uniformjacke und seinem Shirt. "Ich auch, Rodney...", flüsterte er. "Ich auch..."

Rodney hatte keine Ahnung, was Carson meinte, er war sich nicht mal sicher, was er selbst gemeint hatte. Doch irgendwie spielte es auch keine Rolle. Es fühlte sich einfach viel zu gut an, Carson so anzufassen, ihn an sich gepresst zu halten, seine warme Haut unter seinen Fingern zu spüren und ihn zu küssen. An nichts weiter zu denken, als diesen Moment zu genießen, diesen Kuss...

"Zelenka an McKay!"

Reflexartig schlug Rodney die Augen auf, zog seine Hand unter Carsons Pullover hervor und versuchte, seine Lippen von Carsons zu lösen.

"Carson...", murmelte Rodney und legte seine Finger auf Carsons Lippen. "Zelenka hat mich angepiepst, ich..." Er lächelte, als der Arzt die Augen aufschlug und ihn anblinzelte. Er lehnte seine Stirn an Carsons und massierte sanft seinen Nacken, während er Zelenkas Funkspruch annahm.

"Was gibt's Zelenka?"

"Wir haben einen Durchbruch erzielt, Dr. McKay!"

"Sagen Sie bloß, Sie haben das Teil endlich zum Laufen gebracht?!" Rodney richtete sich auf und strahlte Carson an. "Ich bin sofort bei Ihnen, Zelenka, bringen Sie es ja nicht wieder zum Abstürzen!"

Mit einem Fingerdruck auf den Knopf in seinem Ohr beendete er den Funkkontakt. Er packte Carson an den Schultern, zog ihn an sich und küsste ihn stürmisch.

"Da erkläre ich dem Mann fast drei Wochen lang ununterbrochen die Grundlagen der Elektronik und der Antiker-Technik und kaum lasse ich ihn eine halbe Stunde alleine, löst dieses kleine tschechische Wiesel das Rätsel! Ha!" Er schüttelte den Kopf. "Wenn ich ihn nicht so gut kennen würde, könnte ich meinen, dass er mir den Erfolg streitig machen will!"

"Rodney!" Carson legte seine Hände auf Rodneys Wangen und sah ihn ernst an. "Du hast ihn fast rund um die Uhr bedrängt und belästigt!"

"Ich habe ihn lediglich seinen Möglichkeiten und Fertigkeiten entsprechend motiviert", verteidigte sich Rodney. "Und wie du siehst, mit Erfolg!"

Mit einem herausfordernden Lächeln zog Carson Rodney an sich und küsste ihn hart. "Komm heute Abend in mein Quartier und ich zeige dir eine ganz andere Art der Motivation!" Er presste seinen Unterleib gegen Rodneys, um sein Versprechen zu untermauern.

Keuchend musterte Rodney den Mann, den er jahrelang lediglich als Freund betrachtet hatte. "Solange du nicht erwartest, dass ich meine Mitarbeiter und Untergebenen auf die selbe Art und Weise motiviere..."

Besitzergreifend schob Carson seine Hände unter die Uniformjacke und ließ sie über Rodneys Brust nach unten zu seinen Hüften gleiten, um ihn dann an sich zu ziehen. Ernst sah er ihm ins Gesicht. "An deiner Stelle würde ich es nicht darauf ankommen lassen, Rodney, du solltest wissen, ich bin manchmal sehr..."

"Eifersüchtig?"

"Besitzergreifend wäre vielleicht treffender", erklärte Carson und küsste ihn erneut. Doch bevor Rodney den Kuss vertiefen konnte, schob ihn Carson sanft von sich.

"Radek wartet auf dich", stichelte er zwinkernd und strich mit dem Zeigefinger über Rodney feuchte Lippen. "Nicht dass er den ganzen Ruhm alleine einheimst."

"Das werde ich zu verhindern wissen", informierte ihn Rodney mit hochgezogenen Brauen. "Aber erwartest du ernsthaft, dass ich in meinem Zustand Zelenka unter die Augen trete?"

Carson lächelte ihn an und ließ seine rechte Hand langsam von Rodneys linker Hüfte über seinen Bauch, am Bund seiner Hose entlang, zu seiner rechten Hüfte gleiten. "Du meinst deine schweren Verletzungen von gestern? Soll ich dich krank schreiben?" Er nahm seine Hand von Rodneys Hüfte und berührte mit dem Handrücken leicht seinen rechten Oberarm.

Rodney starrte Carson einen Moment lang verwirrt an. Wollte ihn der Schotte etwa verladen? Die einzigen Symptome, die sein Körper momentan aufwies, waren die sexueller Erregung. Ein angenehmes Kribbeln am ganzen Körper, eine Art nervöser Unruhe. Die Wunden selbst spürte er fast schon nicht mehr, nur die Klebestreifen, die die Wundauflagen an ihrem Platz hielten, ziepten ein wenig auf der Haut und an den Haaren.

"Ich...", begann Rodney, doch plötzlich wurde ihm klar, was Carson gemeint hatte. "Oh!"

Carson trat einen Schritt zurück und lächelte ihn an. "Keine Krankschreibung?"

"Das wird nicht nötig sein", erklärte Rodney bestimmt.

"Zur Sicherheit werde ich heute Abend besser einen Hausbesuch machen."

"Versprechungen, Versprechungen..."

"Ich kann auch anordnen, dass du in der Krankenstation erscheinst und ich werde eine der Schwestern bitten, die Wundauflagen auszutauschen."

"Das würdest du nicht tun."

"Willst du es darauf ankommen lassen?"

Rodney konnte deutlich die Herausforderung hören, die in Carsons Stimme mitschwang und musterte sein Gesicht. Der Arzt lächelte ihn an und sah aus, als könne er kein Wässerchen trüben. In Rodney formte sich der leise Verdacht, dass Carson lange nicht so harmlos und unbedarft war, wie er auf den ersten Blick wirkte. Stille Wasser waren tief und Carson war sehr still. Hinzu kam, dass Carson Arzt war. Der Mann hatte Latexhandschuhe, Spritzen mit großen Nadeln und die verschiedensten Folterinstrumente, die er medizinische Geräte nannte. Das waren Geschütze, gegen die er mit seinem brillanten Geist alleine nicht ankommen konnte.

"Nein", gestand er schließlich.

Carsons Lächeln wurde breiter. Er machte eine Geste in Richtung der Türe und schob Rodney sacht zurück in den anderen Raum. "Kennst du 'Austin Powers 2'?"

"Möglich, dass ich ihn mal zufällig gesehen habe. Aber..."

"Prima, ich habe vor ein paar Tagen von Radek eine Kopie bekommen, die ich immer noch nicht angesehen habe. Ich bringe die DVD mit und du besorgst Popcorn. Ich werde so gegen zehn bei dir sein, okay?" Carson strich Rodney sanft über den Rücken und Rodney gab sich geschlagen.

"Okay." Offensichtlich hatte er Carson falsch eingeschätzt. Er hatte ihn zumindest unterschätzt. Er grinste, wenn nur jede seiner Fehleinschätzungen mit solchen Küssen belohnt würde!

"Bis um zehn", meinte er mit einem letzten Blick auf Carson, dann verließ er den kleinen Raum und machte sich auf den Weg ins Labor.

***

Radek schien seine Worte mit Bedacht zu wählen. "Ich mache mir ernsthaft Gedanken um seine mentale Gesundheit, Carson." Der Tscheche machte eine Pause und stocherte mit der Gabel auf seinem Teller herum.

"Er war knapp eine Stunde außerhalb des Labors. Allein das hat mich stutzig gemacht. Die letzten drei Wochen war er praktisch Tag und Nacht dort und kurz bevor wir den großen Durchbruch schaffen, verschwindet er, um sich einen Kaffee zu holen."

Carson lächelte ihm zu. "Ist das so ungewöhnlich?"

"Normalerweise befiehlt er einem der Techniker, ihm einen Kaffee zu holen."

"Ach, tatsächlich?"

Radek lehnte sich vor. "Er kann manchmal sehr eigen sein. Er ist ein wirklich genialer Wissenschaftler. Von sich selbst außerordentlich eingenommen, jedoch völlig unbegabt, was die Motivation seiner Mitarbeiter angeht und außerdem nahezu resistent gegen jegliche Art der Kritik." Er seufzte. "Aber ein genialer Wissenschaftler."

Ein paar Minuten aßen sie schweigend, dann griff Carson den Faden auf. "Und was war denn nun vorher so ungewöhnlich?"

"Als er zurückkam, hatte er eine Tasse Tee dabei. Er trug sie mit sich herum, als wäre sie der heilige Gral." Kopfschüttelnd sah Radek zu Carson. "Und weißt du, was er zu mir gesagt hat?"

"Nein, Radek", erwiderte Carson wahrheitsgemäß.

"Gute Arbeit, Radek." Der Mann legte seine Gabel auf den Rand des Tellers und sah Carson an. "Er hat mich noch nie gelobt..."

"Und das kommt dir merkwürdig vor?"

"Das ist ja noch lange nicht alles! Als er an seinen Laptop saß und einen Bericht tippte, brabbelte er ständig etwas von Earl Grey vor sich hin. Und dass "sie", wer auch immer, ihm gesagt hätte, er solle doch eine Limone lutschen... Dann murmelte er noch ein paar Mal die Buchstaben 'c' und 'b' und grinste dabei vor sich hin."

Er schüttelte den Kopf, murmelte etwas auf Tschechisch und griff wieder nach seiner Gabel.

"Ich weiß ja nicht, wie du das siehst, Carson, aber ich glaube, er mutet sich einfach zu viel zu. Aber erzähl ihm bloß nicht, dass ich dir davon erzählt habe, sonst wittert er eine Verschwörung!"

"Natürlich, Radek", versprach Carson. "Darauf kannst du dich verlassen. Ich werde ihn mir mal ordentlich vornehmen. Immerhin bin ich der Leiter der medizinischen Abteilung."

Radek sah von seinem Teller auf und direkt in Carsons Augen. "Wie hältst du das eigentlich aus, Carson?" Er sah, wie sich Carsons Wangen kaum merklich röteten.

"Was meinst du, Radek?"

Der Wissenschaftler lächelte ihn an. "Du bist der Einzige, dem es nichts auszumachen scheint, mit ihm Zeit zu verbringen. Ich habe dich noch nie schlecht über ihn reden hören, auch wenn er dir das Leben schwer gemacht hat."

Carson senkte den Blick und starrte auf seinen Teller, ohne Radeks Worte zu kommentieren.

"Allerdings scheinst Du auch der Einzige zu sein, bei dem er sich um ein halbwegs zivilisiertes Auftreten bemüht."

Ein paar Augenblicke saßen sie sich schweigend gegenüber.

"Radek", brach Carson schließlich das Schweigen und suchte den Blick des Physikers. "Ich..." Mit großen Augen sah er sein Gegenüber an und spürte, wie noch mehr Blut in seine Wangen stieg. "Ist es so offensichtlich?"

Radek lächelte ihn an, als er jede von Carsons Regungen auf dessen Gesicht lesen konnte und tätschelte seine Hand, die neben dem Teller lag. "Man müsste blind sein, um es nicht zu sehen, mein Freund." Er griff wieder nach seiner Gabel.

"Und wenn es dich beruhigt, Carson..." Er machte eine kleine Pause. "Verstanden habe ich es auch erst heute Mittag."

Als er Carsons fragenden Blick sah, führte er es aus: "Er hat immer Kaffee getrunken und plötzlich trinkt er den Tee, den du immer trinkst? Aromatisierten Schwarztee? Außerdem war es wenig subtil, deine Initialen zu murmeln. CB, Carson Beckett..."

*

Eine halbe Stunde später war Carson wieder auf dem Weg in die Krankenstation. Das Gespräch mit Radek ließ ihn nicht los. Dass Rodney so unvorsichtig und indiskret war und seine Initialen murmelte, konnte er nicht so recht glauben.

Die "sie", die Radek erwähnt hatte, war ohne Zweifel Sam Carter. Rodney hatte ihm von dem Zwischenfall im Stargate Center erzählt, bei dem er ihr eine Beleidigung an den Kopf geworfen hatte, die er sich jedoch zu wiederholen strikt weigerte, und die Carter veranlasst hatte, ihm im Gegenzug den weniger praktikablen Rat zu geben, doch eine Limone zu lutschen.

Unwillkürlich fasste er sich an den Mund, als er sich an die Küsse in dem kleinen Lagerraum erinnerte. Die Art und Weise, wie Rodney sich an ihn gedrängt, mit den Händen seinen Rücken gestreichelt und mit der Zunge seinen Mund erforscht hatte. Er konnte noch Rodneys kräftige Arme um seine Schultern spüren, die kräftige Brust, die sich an seine gepresst hatte. Rodneys Wärme und das leichte Zittern, das durch Rodneys Körper gelaufen war, als er seine Erregung an Rodneys Hüfte gepresst hatte.

Carson holte tief Luft und schloss für einen Moment die Augen. Es war vielleicht keine so gute Idee, ausgerechnet in diesem Moment an Rodney denken, und daran, wie gut es sich angefühlt hatte, ihn endlich anfassen und küssen zu können, wo er wieder auf dem Weg zur Krankenstation war. Vielleicht sollte er sich darauf besinnen, was Radek ihm erzählt hatte.

Radek hatte Recht, dachte er, er trank viel Tee, in den letzten Tagen hauptsächlich Schwarztee, weil es nicht immer Kaffee gab.

Aromatisierter Schwarztee, grübelte er. Earl Grey. Schwarztee, der parfümiert war mit...

Plötzlich musste er laut lachen. "Rodney, du bist ein Genie!", entfuhr es ihm, als er plötzlich verstand, was Rodney mit den Buchstaben gemeint hatte.

Nicht seine Initialen, Carson Beckett, hatte Rodney da vor sich hin gemurmelt! Sondern die Abkürzung des Aromas, mit dem Schwarztee parfümiert wurde - Citrus Bergamia! Bergamotte!

Zufrieden grinsend setzte Carson seinen Weg zur Krankenstation fort. Was es mit dem Rest des Rätsels auf sich hatte, würde er ganz sicher auch noch herausfinden!

fin

It's "Speak like a pirate" day!

nickespix — Fri, 19 Sep 2008 17:19:34 GMT

Because it is "Speak Like A Pirate" day - I bring to you a wallpaper with Carson and Rodney as "Pirates of the Pegasus", and three fitting icons.

Teaser:

800 x 600 w/o text ~*~ 800 x 600 with text
1024 x 768 w/o text ~*~ 1024 x 768 with text

~*~ ~*~

Wrestling down the 'raptor...

nickespix — Wed, 17 Sep 2008 18:08:53 GMT

Gacked from fififolle and flubber2kool.
I think having wrestled with my sis would pay off if I had to face a 'raptor... *grins*

1 minute, 16 seconds

Murphy's law...

nickespix — Thu, 11 Sep 2008 20:13:52 GMT

Since my printer didn't want to print, I had to do some print outs at my friend's place yesterday evening. This morning I noticed two typos that wouldn't look good on a resumee... So I called her and she asked me to meet her - in the middle of nowhere, she'd pick me up on the way from one job to the other and drop by at her's to let me print my stuff. It was hot and humid and fortunately I had my camera with me so I could take some nice piccies in the lovely scenery Tübingen provides.

So, yes, today was productive. Sent my application, chatted with my dear and fiddled a bit with PS. Here's the results:

(clicking on the image will take you to a larger version)

Coverart for "Flowers in the dirt" drabbles

nickespix — Fri, 22 Aug 2008 19:11:16 GMT

Gee, this took me five hours to figure. I'm immensely proud of myself for being able to handle html tables. I'm quite pleased with the colours and how close I came to the original cover of Paul McCartney's album "Flowers in the dirt" which I didn't just want to steal. The background is a picture I've taken myself last year, edited with PS.

Clicking on the icons will take you to the drabbles.

More McBeck drabbles!

nickespix — Fri, 22 Aug 2008 19:07:04 GMT

Wheeee! This is the last batch of drabbles for the "Flowers in the dirt" album.

Title: Who we are

Author: Nicke
Pairing: Rodney/Carson
Categories: friendship, er, double drabble
Rating: PG
Summary: Carson and Rodney reflect upon each other's passions...
Word count: 2 x 100
Prompt: lover100 # 041 passionate
Disclaimer: The smut is mine, the boys are MGM's. *sigh*

"I love the things that happen
When we start to discover
Who we are and what we're living for."

Paul McCartney "We got married" (Flowers in the dirt)

***

Carson's POV

It's the spark in his eyes whenever he catches sight of a bit of Ancient technology. The furrow on his forehead, deepening when he examines, trying to fathom, to figure it out. Getting absorbed in the process, forgetting everything around him, totally focussed on this one mystery. His whole expression, as it lightens up when he comes up with a solution no one else would be capable of. The fierceness with which he defends friends and what he stands for. The courage he has, excelling himself, because the situation demands it. His sharp wit, so profoundly camouflaging his soft core.

Rodney's POV

He's solid as a rock, there's not the slightest hint of indecision when he's in the infirmary, tending to the wounded and injured, focused and efficient. Even if he's beside himself with worry, he always has a friendly or encouraging word for his patients. He has the right touch with people, unlike me, he's charming and eloquent. He's compassionate and gentle, but doesn't back down, knowing exactly where to draw the line. He gives as good as he gets; everytime I teasingly ridicule his profession, he's giving me a benevolent smile, dimples around his mouth and sparks in his eyes.

***

Title: Safe

Author: Nicke
Pairing: Rodney/Carson
Categories: friendship, er, drabble
Rating: PG
Summary: After a devastating mission, Rodney is safe again...
Word count: 100
Prompt: lover100 # 057 "pain"
Disclaimer: The smut is mine, the boys are MGM's. *sigh*

"I don't care if it weighs a ton,
As long as you and I are here, put it there"

Paul McCartney, "Put it there", (Flowers in the dirt)

***

It was a miracle they came back in one piece, Carson thought as he tended to Rodney's split lip. His teammates weren't in a much better condition. Rodney was in shock, pale and shaking. Carson cut off Rodney's clothes, glad for the privacy the curtain provided as he saw the buises all over Rodney's body.

Carson stilled as Rodney reached for his wrist. "It was horrible, Carson," he whispered.

"You're safe now," Carson said reassuring.

Rodney trembled and carefully embracing him, Carson felt tears soak his shirt.

"I'm here," Carson promised.

"Safe," Rodney snuffled.

He was safe.

Home.

With Carson.

***

Title: Lovers and friends

Author: Nicke
Pairing: Rodney/Carson (implied)
Categories: drabble, friendship
Rating: PG
Summary: On the way back from a mission, Rodney and Sheppard talk...
Word count: 2 x 100
Prompt: lover100 # 078 "hot"
Disclaimer: The smut is mine, the boys are MGM's. *sigh*

"My friends keep asking me why
Theres such a smile on my face,
Theres a home at my place,
Thanks to you."

Paul McCartney "Motor of love" (Flowers in the dirt)

***

Rodney's pov

Rodney was extremely pleased as they headed back to the gate. They hadn't found a ZedPM in the cave, but some data crystals. No one had been killed, the natives had been exceptionally pleasant and he still had a power bar.

He couldn't tell if it was the sun or the thought of Carson that made his skin warm and tingling. They'd been away for two days. No matter how thrilling camping in a tent and discovering Ancient technology was, he missed his lover. With a smug grin he already planned the evening. He startled when Sheppard suddenly addressed him.

John's pov

It bugged him, and John couldn't even tell exactly why. He thought Rodney and him were friends and they'd talk about stuff. But he'd found out by accident.

The sun burned down on them as they walked along the worn path, following Ronon and Teyla.

"So," he started. "You and Carson?"

Rodney's eyes widened. "How? We've been, um, discreet."

"You're not exactly discreet in your sleep."

"Oh." After a minute, Rodney asked: "We're still friends?"

Rodney looked apprehensive, and John grinned. It was just his pride, but he'd get over it.

"Yeah," he said. "Still friends."

***

Title: Lightbulb jokes

Author: Nicke
Pairings: Rodney McKay/Carson Beckett, Chuck Fields/Calvin Kavanagh
Categories: humour, drabble
Rating: PG
Summary: Chuck is in a silly mood...
Word count: 100
Prompt: lover100 # 097 "writer's choice"
Disclaimer: The smut is mine, the boys are MGM's. *sigh*
A/N: I borrowed Kavanagh's first name from garneteve, since she came up with it long before the man had a first name in the show and inksrcibe's last name for Chuck, since I simply grew fond of it. This is for garneteve, flubber2kool and inkscribe. I assume they know why. *g* I ♥ PMcC - in the clip I found - he tells a LIGHTBULB JOKE. *kermitflails* The sound is really bad, but the song is awesome. As is the joke...

"How Many People
Stand In A Line?"

Paul McCartney "How many people" (Flowers in the dirt)

***

"How many Colonel Sheppards does it take to change a broken lightbulb?"

"I don't know," Calvin replied and ushered Chuck towards the foodline.

"None, he's too busy combing his hair," Chuck chuckled as he grabbed a tray.

Calvin rolled his eyes as they loaded their trays. Chuck had been like that since the staff meeting in the morning.

"How many McKays does it take to screw out a broken lightbulb?" Chuck asked as they walked over to the tables.

"None, because he's too busy screwing Carson," Calvin retorted, pointing towards the door, where Carson and Rodney left hand in hand.

Monday mornings...

nickespix — Mon, 28 Jul 2008 09:52:09 GMT

McBeck-a-thon

I was a wee bit disappointed with how small the number of participants was, but after poking poor sammy38, *squeeeeeflail* I got my prompt for our first McBeck-a-thon over @ mcbeckchallenge which appeased me.

Wheeeee!

And you know what, sammy38? I ♥ it! It's perfect! *giggles and goes plotting*

***

Stargate Atlantis audiobook "Perchance to Dream" by Sally Malcolm

Sunday last week I finally got around to listen to the audiobook read by Paul McGillion, flubber2kool gave me as a present. *squee* I used it as an incentive to go for a walk. The weather was really blech, but I grabbed my trusty!camera and not only found out about Carson's adventures but also took some nice piccies.

I won't spoil you, but everything was pretty obvious after about 5 minutes. The quality of the recording was really good, and it was a pleasure to listen to Carson be his usual self. *g* I may do a new post with some notes on it later...

***

Icons and pictures

And I also got around to sort these piccies, to make some iconses. After that I was too lazy to edit the pictures again to post them here, so I'll simply post the link to the photobucket album. :)

They're not edited, and I'm very pleased with the quality, after all it was a cheap camera. Feel free to use the icons as bases, but please credit.

Teaser

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1	2	3	4

5	6	7	8

9	10	11	12

13	14	15	16

17	18	19	20

21	22	23	24

25	26	27	28

29	30	31	32

33	34	35	36

37	38	39	40

41	42	43	44

45	46	47	48

49	50	51	52

53	54	55	56

57	58	59	60

61	62	63	64

65	66	67	68

69	70	71

FIC: Love Muffin [McBeck, PG]

nickespix — Thu, 10 Jul 2008 03:43:22 GMT

Title: Love Muffin
Author: Nicke
Pairing: Rodney/Carson
Categories: ER, slash
Rating: PG
Teaser: Rodney gave him a sheepish grin, trying to wipe the flour from his uniform. "Um, it's a surprise," he offered.
Word count: ~ 1100
Prompt: lover100 # 030 dirty
Disclaimer: The smut is mine, the boys are MGM's. *sigh*
A/N: This is a belated surprise for flubber2kool - happy birthday! *hugs* I hope you're feeling a bit better today!
Also, I hope this cheers mice1900 and inkscribe (thanks for the drive-by beta ♥) -- after all it's the dirtiest fic I wrote so far... *giggles*

***

Carson sighed tiredly as the door to his and Rodney's rooms slid open. He'd taken off a bit earlier than usual, after an exhausting, long day. He wasn't sure whether Rodney would be home already, but he was looking forward to a hot shower and a cup of tea, sitting down on one of the comfortable armchairs, listening to some music and reading a book.

He stopped dead in his tracks and caught some suspicious sounds from inside as he opened the door.

"Hello?", he asked, carefully looking around. Did someone break into the apartment? But why should someone do that? There was another sound, this time definitely from the living room, Carson noticed. For a short moment he considered calling security, but then decided against it.

"Hello?" Carson repeated, then carefully tip-toed towards the living room. He was aware that this was stupid, because if someone had broken into their apartment, they'd have been warned by now from his repeated calls, wouldn't they? He stopped and listened, holding his breath as he tried to find out where the sound came from. But there was nothing.
Everything looked exactly as it had in the morning when they left their quarters.

The chessboard with the figures was still on the table, where Rodney and John had played the evening before. There was Rodney's DVD collection on top of the small cabinet and the pile of print-outs Carson had left on one of the armchairs.

Carson frowned, maybe a bird or something the like was pecking its beak against the window? Atlantis had gulls and other seabirds residing in the upper levels of the main towers. One of Katie's fellows had mentioned that in the mess some weeks ago.

A loud metallic bang interrupted his train of thoughts, followed by the familiar "Oh, oh."

"Rodney?" he asked and walked towards the kitchen area. And almost stumbled back.

The kitchen looked like one of the drones had exploded there.

Flour dusted the workspace, the sink and most of the floor – and the front of Rodney's uniform, his hair and face. Kitchen utensils were strewn all over the place. Metallic, plastic and glass bowls of all shapes and sizes, spoons, knives and mixing spoons. Among the clutter, there was an open package of butter, half a dozen eggs, several tiny packages with vanilla sugar, baking powder and three bars of chocolate, plus a bottle of oil, a container with milk, and a large cup of yogurt.

"Rodney?" Carson repeated. "What are you doing here?"

Rodney gave him a sheepish grin, trying to wipe the flour from his uniform. "Um, it's a surprise," he offered.

"Aye, I see," Carson said, trying to stay calm. "And the kitchen looking like being hit by a bomb is part of it?"

"Um," Rodney frowned and as he lifted his index finger, Carson noticed chocolate crumbs at the corners of his mouth. Rodney had obviously done some serious chocolate testing. "I didn't expect you to be back so soon. So don't blame me for not being able to finish it."

Carson was torn between a sheer heart attack and laughing his arse off. The kitchen was a mess and Rodney looked so utterly crestfallen, trying hard to keep his superiour genius hard-ass appearence, blaming everyone else for the mess he made and sulkily pushing forward his lower lip.

"So," Carson said and slowly stepped closer, trying not to step on the flour on the ground. "Tell me more about this surprise that involves dusting the kitchen floor with flour." He leaned closer and brushed some dust from Rodney's cheek. So this was a genius' attempt at baking.

"I wanted to make muffins," Rodney explained, then frowned. "But it's not as easy as it seems."

"Oh, really?" Carson asked, trying hard not to laugh. Obviously Rodney had spent some time on coming up with the plan and trying to carry it out.

"Well, you really liked the ones Kusagani made, so I thought it could not be too hard," Rodney said, drawing patterns on the dusty surface of the workspace and avoiding Carson's eyes. "And today it's a week since we moved in together, so I, um," he looked up at Carson from under his lashes. "I thought I'd surprise you with something you might like."

The smile on Carson's face broadened and he thought his heart would burst in his chest. Rodney tended to be such a git, an arrogant, self-righteous twit, who wasn't able to control himself and his acidic comments. Carson had realised early on in Antarctica that Rodney's tart replies weren't merely the expression of malice, but mostly a strategy to hide his soft core. Rodney could be a decent, caring guy if he chose to be. Most people never made it through the cynical, hard shell, though.

Laughing, Carson wrapped his arms around Rodney's middle, not caring about the flour on the floor and on Rodney's clothes. "Oh, Rodney," he sighed, hugging his lover to his chest. "That's sweet."

"So you're not upset?" Rodney asked concerned, returning the hug. Carson could feel the tension in his body.

Leaning back, Carson brushed his thumb over the corner of Rodney's mouth, wiping away the traitorous trace of chocolate. "No, I'm not. The kitchen looks like a mess, but you know, we could clean off the worst, and celebrate one week accident-free cohabitating," he suggested and waggled his brows.

"Oh, yes," Rodney nodded vigorously. "Celebrating."

"Yes," Carson grinned back. "Celebrating."

He placed a kiss on Rodney's cheek, then took his hand. "Come on, let's get this mess cleaned away."

Carson wiped the workspace and Rodney mopped the floor. While Rodney stashed away the muffin ingredients and the kitchen utensils, Carson made scrambled eggs for dinner. They had chocolate for dessert - one of the bars that was supposed to go in the muffins - then they shared a shower.

Later, when they lay in bed, tightly wrapped around each other, Rodney sighed happily and Carson gently kissed Rodney's forehead.

"I really didn't think it would be so hard to make muffins," Rodnedy mumbled against Carson's chest. "I'm sorry if I ruined your evening."

"You know," Carson whispered, slowly tracing his fingertips down towards the small of Rodney's back. "The evening's not done yet."

Rodney shifted against him, nuzzling his nose into Carson's neck. "No," he agreed, then raised his head to take a peek at the alarm. "I still have about two hours."

"Well," Carson suggested, sliding his fingers between Rodney's arse cheeks. "Then let's make the most of it."

fin

Drabbles: "Up the wall" & "Got my mind set on you" [McBeck, G]

nickespix — Mon, 07 Jul 2008 23:35:36 GMT

Title: Up the wall
Author: Nicke
Pairing: Rodney/Carson
Categories: pre-slash
Rating: G
Summary: Carson's not cooperative...
Word count: 2 x 100
Prompt: lover100 # 035 foreplay
Disclaimer: The smut is mine, the boys are MGM's. *sigh*
A/N: This is one of my favourite songs of Paul. And it did so fit for a confused Rodney! :)

You've got me running in a figure of eight
Don't know if I'm coming or going, I'm early or late

Paul McCartney Figure of eight (Flowers in the dirt)

***

Carson's pov

"Where is he?" Carson heard McKay before he had even entered his lab. He bit back a grin as the sturdy man ran towards him.

"You need to come with me," McKay stated, playing with a suspicious looking object.

"Oh, do I?"

The furrow on McKay's forehead deepened as his demand was being questioned. Obviously McKay wasn't used to opposition. Which was part of the attraction. McKay was quite demanding and it intrigued Carson. He was convinced McKay could be compliant, if only motivated. McKay didn't know yet, but Carson would make him comply. And they would both enjoy it.

***

Rodney's pov

The man was driving him up the wall, Rodney thought, watching Beckett continue his work. Deliberately placid.

Rodney wasn't even sure what annoyed him most. The fact that Beckett had the gene and he did not or that the man didn't seem to be the slightest bit inclined to cooperate. Challenging his authority with these sweet, fake-innocent smiles. Rodney wasn't sure what he'd rather do – hit him on the head or grab him to kiss him senseless.

Before he was able to make up his mind, Beckett gave in.

He could hit him on the head later, Rodney decided.

Title: Got my mind set on you
Author: Nicke
Pairing: Rodney/Carson
Categories: pre-slash, er
Rating: G
Summary: Carson's got his mind set on Rodney...
Word count: 2 x 100
Prompt: lover100 # 037 fast; mcbeckchallenge "At first sight"
Disclaimer: The smut is mine, the boys are MGM's. *sigh*

Well I recall the time and place
When they announced her precious face
I thought at once my heart would burst
Still every time is like the first

Paul McCartney That day is done (Flowers in the dirt)

A/N: The version of the song I linked to is by Elvis Costello. It's an unplugged version and sung on a tribute concert for Linda McCartney in 1999.

***

Antarctica, 2004

It was the broad shoulders, Carson told himself as he curled up under his blanket. He'd heard the rumors about McKay and Carter and should have been prepared.

McKay was everything he liked in a guy. Tall, broad shoulders, sturdy built.

He tried hard not to think of the firm grip of McKay's hand as they were introduced as he slid his hand into his pyjama bottoms. And he certainly wasn't thinking of that crooked mouth and what he wanted McKay to do with it.

Carson pulled back his hand, reluctantly. It wasn't right, he thought. But McKay was hot.

***

Atlantis, about a year later

"Do something, Carson," Rodney whined, rolling onto his side and pulling the blanket tightly around his frame.

"It's a cold, Rodney," Carson explained gently and wiped the sweat from Rodney's forehead. "You need to sleep."

"I can't, Zelenka will make a mess of my lab!"

"No," Carson stated firmly. "He's quite capable. Now go back to sleep or I'll let Biro take care of you."

Rodney sulked, but didn't dare to contradict.

"You just want to keep me in your bed." he finally said accusingly as Carson got up.

Carson grinned. "Aye, from the moment I met you in Antarctica."

FIC: Out of the fire... [McBeck, McShep, Rodney/Carson/John; NC-17, kink]

nickespix — Thu, 03 Jul 2008 21:47:57 GMT

Title: Out of the fire...
Author: Nicke
Pairings: Rodney McKay/Carson Beckett, Rodney McKay/John Sheppard, Rodney McKay/Carson Beckett/John Sheppard
Kink: let's see... aliens made them do it, gay marriage, masturbation, b/D (mild), threesome.
Categories: kink, slash
Rating: NC-17
Teaser: "Oh, of course, you're not lusting for me, John," Rodney says, drawling his name. "Your interest in me is mere scientific curiosity then, I suppose?"
Word count: ~ 5200
Prompt: lover100 # 093 – gasp

Disclaimer: The smut is mine, the boys are MGM's. *sigh*

A/N: Thank you, mice1900 for the additional prompt "offworld" and for the quick beta. I also would like to thank garneteve, wliberation and tdancinghands for having a look at it and with giving me a third oppinion encouraging me to finally get this done!

For inkscribe ♥ - see, I can do McShep. *whistles innocently*

***

It started with Rodney McKay trying to be corteous and picking up a scarf the chieftain's daughter dropped. From there things went downhill for John Sheppard.

The mission had been by the book. Easy, a piece of cake. Teyla had told Dr. Weir about them and their healers, but not about all their customs. They were quite willing to trade herbs and food for bits of technical equipment. They also requested people to help them with the harvest, which Dr. Weir was only too willing to grant.

Rodney drooled over the chieftain's daughter all afternoon as she showed Sheppard and his team around. And when she dropped her scarf, he had nothing better to do than to pick it up and hand it back to her.

But somehow the chieftain forgot to mention that he was desperately wanting his daughter to get married. And that her dropping the scarf in front of Rodney was the equivalent to a proposal – and in picking it up, Rodney had accepted the offer.

"I really can't get married," Rodney kept insisting when the chieftain and his daughter tried to convince him that he was engaged now - according to their customs - and soon to be married to the busty woman.

"But you accepted the offer," the chieftain insisted.

"Look,"Rodney sighed. "I really can't marry your daughter. She's..." He managed not to draw the voluptuous shape of her body with his hands. "Very nice, yeah, nice indeed. But um, I can't..."

"Why?"

"Because, um, because I'm..."

It was the first time John Sheppard envied Jack O'Neill, wishing he also had an anthropologist on his team. Ronon and Teyla weren't much of help when he and Rodney tried to explain the term "gay" to the chieftain and his daughter. Eventually, after an embarrassing twenty minutes, the chieftain and his daughter seemed to get what Sheppard and McKay tried to tell them. But instead of letting them off the hook, he insisted on hosting a wedding, since it was supposed to be a good omen to celebrate the treaty. McKay struggled a little, when the chieftain asked for his partner. Before Sheppard even had the chance to open his mouth to intervene, Rodney replied.

"Um, I'm with, his, um, his name is... um, Carson."

At least Rodney was thoroughly contrite as they walked back to the gate. Weir, on the other hand, didn't seem to be overly surprised or worried about the news. Her only visible reaction was a slight arch of her brow.

"Well, if it's the only way and since they insist," she said with a shrug, propping her elbows on the table and steepled her fingers.

Sheppard was anything but happy about her reaction. "And you don't think, McKay getting married to Beckett is a little bit too much for some herbs and food?"

Weir sighed and straightened her posture. "It's the only condition under which they agreed to trade with us, Colonel." A smile played around the corners of her mouth. "Don't get me wrong, but maybe it's not the worst that could happen to us."

When she noticed Sheppard's dumbfounded expression, the smile on her face broadened. "Of course this matrimony is by no means accredited by anyone but the Shanarans. They get to host their wedding, we get our food and herbs. And more than that, we get a party, which might be a very good thing for morale."

Sheppard wasn't quite convinced.

"Rodney is an adult, and so is Beckett, Colonel. They will both live," she said, not even trying to hide the glee from her expression. "Rodney got himself into this situation, and getting married to Carson Beckett with no consequences is far better than getting married to the chieftain's daughter."

There was some logic to what Dr. Weir said, but something was gnawing Sheppard and he couldn't even explain it. "Hm, yeah, maybe."

"There certainly will be some teasing, once they're back," Elizabeth turned in. "Especially after the incident with the Wraith dart."

She didn't have to spell it out, Sheppard remembered only too well. His insides clenched as the picture rose before his inner eye again. McKay grabbing the lapels of Beckett's labcoat and laying one on him in front of just about everyone.

"Anyway," she said and looked down at the screen of her laptop, clicking something. "Thank you for informing me straightaway. Please give the chieftain my kindest regards, it'll be a great pleasure and honour to attend the wedding," she told him as she looked up again. "I'm sure there's lots to organise for you now and I don't want to keep you longer than neccessary, Colonel Sheppard."

Sheppard replied her nod and left the room.

***

Sleep eluded Sheppard that night. Even though it was long after sunset, it was still incredibly warm. The air was heavy with the incense used during the ceremony and dying fires and filled with soft whispers and the sounds of night active birds and crickets. Ronon and Teyla were fast asleep already, snoring softly. Uneasy, he rolled on his back on the simple cot, trying to ignore the quiet sounds from the hut next to theirs.

Most of the ceremony went past him. There had been singing and dancing, vows had been spoken and McKay and Beckett both had to drink from a ceremonial cup.

Everybody had enjoyed themselves. Except Rodney maybe, who had looked a little nervous. Carson Beckett was pretty relaxed, grinning like a loon. He obviously didn't have a problem with the whole situation – or getting married to the other man.

A gasp disturbed Sheppard's thoughts and he sighed. Rodney and Beckett seemed to enjoy their wedding night. Just to think about Rodney and the other man made his stomach churn. It was wrong in so many regards.

Half naked and sweaty, tightly wrapped around each other.

With a frown, Sheppard rolled on his side again, facing the thin wall of the hut made of branches and twigs. He couldn't explain it, but he felt it should be him with Rodney in the other hut. It had been their team, their mission. He was the team leader and Rodney was his teammate, his buddy. They'd been caught in so many weird and dangerous situations, and they'd made it through all of them.

The air carried more soft moans, and Sheppard suppressed a frustrated groan. He couldn't help the pictures floating his mind.

Rodney's head falling back into the pillow, the lips slightly parted and the face contorted in an expression of absolute pleasure.

They were just faking it, he tried to tell himself, and pressed the heel of his hand against his ear. Rodney and Beckett were only pretending to have sex. They weren't even really married. It was just a show for the Shanarans since they insisted on the wedding.

No wedding, no food, it was as simple as that. Weir was right. They would deal with it like adults, and he had absolutely no reason to envy Beckett, Sheppard tried to tell himself.

As if it was fun to be on display in such a manner! In a hut on a night like this. It was still hot, and not the slightest hint of a cooling breeze. And probably the one room they had to sleep in was still filled with the heavy musky scent of the incense they'd burned during the ceremony. Rodney would bemoan his fate, since they both had to sleep on a tiny, uncomfortable bed. They had to pretend to have sex, moaning and making appropriate noises.

Sheppard pulled a face and, rolling on his back again, he wiped some sweat from his forehead.

No, there certainly wasn't any reason for wanting to be in Carson Beckett's place right now. Except, Sheppard had to admit with a quietly muttered curse, he did. Certainly not because he envied Carson for being able to get all touchy-feely with Rodney McKay!

"Ohh, Rodney!"

Sheppard grit his teeth at the expression of utter delight. That certainly did not sound fake! In fact it sounded quite like Beckett and Rodney enjoyed themselves very thoroughly. As if moaning the name wasn't enough, Beckett added a few gasps.

"Oh, yes, yes, like tha... aaah, yes!"

Scrunching his eyes close, Sheppard rolled onto his side. 'Oh, really,' he thought, 'that's really a bit too much now guys!' He shifted to have a look at his watch. They'd been going at it for more than an hour now. What if they weren't faking it, he wondered.

Rodney and Beckett sitting on the edge of the bed, grinning at each other while moaning and gasping, faking sex. Very enthusiastic and uninhibited sex. Rodney's ears turning pink as Carson launches into a very unsubtle invitation. Both men exchanging meaningfull looks and shifting closer on the small bed. Beckett's hand sliding around Rodney's neck and pulling him in for a deep passionate kiss.

His stomach fluttered as he envisioned the kiss. Tentative and gentle at first, but soon turning passionate and demanding. He'd bet that it had been a long time since Rodney had been kissed. He'd be a little clumsy at first, and surprised by the sudden move. The pictures in Sheppard's vision changed and suddenly it was him kissing Rodney in the other hut.

There is genuine surprise in Rodney's eyes - and something else John's not able to identify instantly - as he leans closer and slowly slips his hand around the other man's neck. It's an expression that suits the scientist very well, John takes in with a mixture of pride and arousal. Rodney's too stunned to speak, which is rare, and it suits him, too. He's a quick thinker and even faster with his mouth, and John half expects him to disturb the moment with sarcasm. But Rodney doesn't even blink or flinch as John leans close enough to feel Rodney's warm breath against his face.

"Carson!"

Sheppard groaned. This was all so very wrong. He blinked open his eyes and sat up on the makeshift bed. Sweat was running down his temples and he rubbed his hand over his forehead and along his neck to wipe it off. Maybe he should take a walk in the nearby grove. He'd had a little bit too much of the local sunshine; it had lulled him and he had allowed his thoughts to stray. Hopefully a little walk would distract and tire him enough so he'd be able to find sleep later. Fortunately Dr. Weir, Lorne, Stacks, Cadman and the other scientists who'd attended the ceremony were situated into some rooms at the other end of the small village. Far away from the newlyweds.

Sheppard sighed as he exited the small cabin and stepped into the slightly cooler night air. This was better, he thought, much better. And at least Carson and Rodney seemed to be done. For now.

Taking slow steps, Sheppard wondered if something fake could sound so – convincing. It had sounded convincing to him. There was no way McKay was cool enough to fake it. He'd seen the man acting around women he'd been interested in. Blushing and stammering and stumbling over his own feet. The man wasn't able to flirt or even do subtle. There was no way, Rodney McKay was able to fake having sex with the chief medical officer!

Everything was quiet in the tiny settlement as Sheppard made his way to the grove. In some huts he could hear the sounds of the natives having sex. Soft gasps and the wet slide of two heated bodies against each other. Obviously everybody except him was having sex, he thought. Not that he was grumpy about it or something. Or even jealous of Carson!

His sex life was great. Really, he had no reason to complain. Sex was overrated anyway, he told himself, kicking at the ground and raising dust. Who in their right mind would want to have sex with Rodney McKay?! The man was a sociopath, a narcissistic egocentric.

Rodney stares at him with an sarcastic expression. One brow arches and the sharp lips curl into a bitter, ironic smile as he crosses his arms in front of his chest, taking a posture that oozes smugness and presumptuousness.

"Oh, really?" John hears him and it's more than clear that Rodney doesn't believe him for a fucking single second. "I bet you do," Rodney drawls and slowly lowers his arms, and John swallows as the thin shirt stretches over Rodney's strong chest, showing off his perky nipples.

John groaned as he felt his body respond to his imagination. Really, what was wrong with him? He didn't even like McKay, he tried to tell himself as he felt the blood rush down to his groin. The man was snarky, disobedient and talking back to him at any given chance. He was snotty and treated everyone around him like they were retards. And those were his good traits.

But still...

He didn't have a bad body, though, Sheppard thought as he left the settlement behind and strolled towards the grove. Away from the fires, still burning in small fireplaces around the ceremonial place in the middle of the settlement. He followed the old, worn path, winding along a tiny creek towards the treeline. It was distinctly cooler here, and a soft cool breeze was wafting over him as he jumped over the creek. The ground was covered in soft moss and Sheppard nearly stumbled as he set down his feet. It took him an instant to re-gain his balance, then he continued his walk.

It was true, with all the work-outs and the running on missions Rodney had gotten pretty much in shape, he had to admit. He was still a little soft around the middle, softer than his usual preference, but it fit with Rodney. Somehow.

Absentmindedly rubbing his palm over his chest, Sheppard let his mind conjure up Rodney's picture. As stubborn and snarky the man was, he had great shoulders. Sliding his hand down and playing with the cloth of his t-shirt, Sheppard slowly strolled on. It was still warm, but at least under the trees there was a little breeze. It felt good against his over-heated skin, so he pulled the hem from under his waistband, shoving it up along his chest and baring his belly. He was tingling from the sensation of his own hand brushing over his hot skin in the cool breeze and he suppressed a shiver.

What was wrong with him, he wondered? Why did he even bother when Rodney had to fake having sex with Beckett? It wasn't like he had the hots for the Canadian scientist, really.

Rodney could be a decent guy, Sheppard told himself. If he chose to be. At times he was really an ass, but he had his moments. And admitting that another guy had a great body was far from lusting for him.

Rodney sits on the cot in the hut. Sitting isn't exactly the right term, sprawled would fit much better. He's nonchalantly resting on his arms and stretching his long legs towards John.

"Oh, of course, you're not lusting for me, John," Rodney says, drawling his name. "Your interest in me is mere scientific curiosity then, I suppose?"

John swallows, not sure what to reply, and nervously shifts from one foot to the other. Rodney reads him like a book, and it's scaring and thrilling at the same time.

"So," Rodney says and straightens a bit, slowly pulling the hem of his shirt from the waistband of his trousers. "If I did this," he slides his hand under his shirt, up along his chest. He tilts back his head a little and gives John a heated look from half closed eyes as he toys with his nipples. "It wouldn't turn you on, you'd probably just wonder whether I had sensitive nipples."

Sheppard groaned. He slid his hand under his shirt, mimicking Rodney's gesture from his fantasy, brushing the flat of his palm over his chest and teasing his nipples.

It was no secret that Rodney had sensitive nipples. Damn the man for wearing these thin shirts that stretched over his broad chest and shoulders and leaving no room for speculation about his nipples! Sheppard had begun to suspect that Rodney did it on purpose. Just to catch him off guard and irritate him.

"Oh, that's what it's about?" Rodney asks and shifts on the bed. He unfolds his legs and John can see the bulge in Rodney's crotch. "About me trying to seduce you?"

He should do something, John thinks, or say something in reply, but he can't. He's tongue-tied and stunned by the display Rodney puts on for his eyes only. And, of course, aroused.

Rodney slowly slides down his hand, never taking his eyes off John's face. "And the reason why you're still here and not doing anything is just to prove you're not the slightest bit impressed," Rodney says conversationally. "Or, god forbid, aroused."

John grits his teeth, feeling heat pooling low in his belly. He should end this, he thinks. He should turn on his heels and leave. Right now. He's torn between running and staying, finding what other forbidden exciting things Rodney will come up with. He should walk over to the bed - it's only two or three steps - and do something to wipe that smug expression off Rodney's face.

His breathing accelerates as Rodney's hand travels down and cups the burgeoning erection in his pants.

"I'm," John manages to force out, then the words die on his dry lips.

"You're what?" Rodney asks silkily, his brow arching. "Horny?" he provides, slowly massaging himself with the heel of his hand. "A voyeur? Desperately trying not to cream your pants?"

Gasping and with trembling fingers, Sheppard tried to unbuckle his belt. For a short moment shame and reason were fighting with arousal and he hesitated as he popped open the button of his pants. This was wrong, downright wrong. He shouldn't be doing this. Jerking off offworld over a teammate. A male teammate who just got married to the male chief medical officer of the expedition.

Rodney leans back on the bed. The shirt's now gone and his naked chest, covered in a fine sheen of sweat, reflects the light from the candles on the small table next to the bed. The tiny flames flicker in the night breeze, letting shadows dance over Rodney's skin.

His hand cups his crotch, his fingers slowly massaging himself through the cloth of the front of the uniform pants. "Yeah," Rodney murmurs and slowly starts to unbuckle his belt with one hand. "Someone may catch you like that. All hot and bothered over a geek."

Giving in to lust, Sheppard opened the fly of his pants and slid his hand over the front of his tenting boxers. No, it was the middle of the night and everyone was fast asleep or having sex, he told himself.

Naked bodies, covered in sweat, tightly wrapped around each other. Heads falling back, expressions contorted in pleasure. Soft whimpers and gasps and the slap of wet flesh sliding against wet flesh. Erratic breathing that grows faster and faster and a triumphant moan as it's over.

He was all alone in the tiny grove, no spectators close by. He moaned softly as he touched himself through the thin material of the boxers.

"Oh, yeah," Rodney moans as he slides his hand into his boxer and spreads his legs further apart. "I knew you'd come around eventually. It's twice as much fun as only watching, isn't it?"

John nods and moans as he cups himself through his boxers. He's so hard it hurts.

Leaning back against the trunk of a tree, Sheppard pushed down the front of his boxers and pants and freed his aching erection. A ridge of the bark was pressing into his back, as he spread his legs a bit further apart to find a good stance on the soft ground, but he didn't care. He cupped his balls with one hand, tugging gently and with his other hand caressed one of his nipples.

"Stop it!" Rodney's voice is sharp and John instantly stills his hand. "Did I tell you to touch yourself?"

His head is spinning and he shivers as he finds himself trying to stand Rodney's piercing gaze.

"No," he hears himself replying. It's not Rodney's place to talk to him like that, but nonetheless he catches himself straightening his spine and looseing his grip on his cock.

"No, I didn't," Rodney agrees, his voice soft like honey. John catches a dangerous sparkle in the scientists eyes and instinctively lowers his hand. "I thought they tought you some obedience in the military."

"Air Force, to be precise," John snaps back instantly, his tone sharper than intended. It's a reflex and he bites his lip as he catches Rodney's frown.

Rodney stills his motions inside his boxers, holding John's gaze. He doesn't say anything as he slowly pulls his hand out and rises from the bed, not bothering with pulling up his trousers.

John swallows as Rodney steps towards him. He's trembling and feels himself leaking into his boxers. He can smell Rodney's aftershave and sweat, and something else.

"Air Force," Rodney repeats slowly, as he comes to a halt right in front of John. He brushes his hand over his own belly and sizes up John. "What else do they teach you in the Air Force, besides talking back?"

Before John's able to reply, Rodney raises his hand and traces a finger over John's collar bone. "At least they give you a nice work out," Rodney states and cups John's left pectoral.

Sheppard tilted back his head against the trunk of the tree, sliding his hand up and down along his hardened shaft. It was so wrong to think of Rodney -- McKay -- that way, but he just couldn't help it. Everything about McKay was hot. The pitiful-benevolent smile, the snarky expression, the way he snapped his fingers when he had a sudden inspiration.

Rodney's breath is warm against his neck. "Yeah, a nice body indeed," he says appreciatively and nuzzles John's ear. "I'm certain we'll have lots of fun with it," he promises and brushes his hand over John's chest. "Though we certainly have to work on the attitude."

John cries out in pain as Rodney bites the lobe of John's ear and pinches his nipple. "Ow!"

Rodney laughs against his neck and slides his other hand around John's waist to steady him.

He's breathing heavily and trembles, not certain how to react to this side of Rodney. He's confused about how much this arouses him, how much he enjoys it even though it's wrong.

"Hush," Rodney whispers and soothingly rubs his thumb over John's pectoral. "See, I think you have an extremly hot body, and I intend use it for my pleasure. I think you'll enjoy it, too. As long as you don't try to be smart-assed, everything will be just fine."

John nods, still stunned and trying to digest what just happened. Rodney seems to know exactly what he wants and the erection pressing into his thigh feels nice.

"So," Rodney leans back and gives him a leer. "Now that this seems to be settled, let's start with something easy. Did they at least teach you how to give decent hand jobs in the Air Force?"

One arm is still wrapped around John's middle, Rodney reaches his free hand down to the front of his boxers, pulling out his cock.

John's mouth waters as Rodney's hand takes his and guides it to his cock. "They even taught us how to give proper blow-jobs," he says with a smirk as he wraps his hand around Rodney's hard shaft.

"Oh, I'm sure they did," Rodney gives back silkily, and slides his hand into John's hair, pulling back his head. "But what did I just tell you about smart-ass replies?"

John swallows, which is hard with his head tilted back. "That, that I'm not supposed to be smart-assed," he manages.

"Exactly," Rodney whispers against his ear. "You're supposed to be obedient and pretty. Obedient and pretty means a lot of sex," he explains and traces his tongue over John's pulse point. "Giving smart-ass comments means not getting any. And trust me, you won't like not getting any. I could tie you to a chair, naked and with a cock ring and make you watch me getting blown by Carson. I bet he would like sucking me, don't you think?"

Sheppard groaned and thrust hard up into his own hand. Wrong, he thought, so wrong and so hot. It was one thing to wank off over a guy, and another to wank off over two guys. The whole "aliens made them marry each other" thing didn't really help, but Sheppard was far beyond the point where he cared or could stop.

He's tied to a chair, like Rodney threatened... promised, and he's wearing a cock ring. John tugs at the ties, but it's useless, Rodney obviously knows how to tie knots. He wants to cry out in protest, but Rodney pops a gag into his mouth.

"See, I told you," Rodney drawls from over his shoulder. John turns his head and watches Rodney slowly stalk around him. His upper body's naked, and his dick sticks out from the front of his pants, but he doesn't seem to mind that at all. "You're pretty, John. Really. Isn't he, Carson?"

John turns his head to the other side and catches sight of Carson. Naked sitting on the bed, half reclining into the pillows.

"Aye, he is, Rodney. Very fine specimen indeed," Carson says with that damn Scottish accent and the look he throws him makes John's skin tingle.

Rodney's behind him, and leans in. "He loves to watch, Carson," he whispers hotly against his ear. John can feel him rubbing the tip of his penis against his upper arm, leaving a slick trace. Closing his eyes he tilts his head to the side. He's fully aware of the submissive nature of the gesture, but he couldn't care less. He's tied and gagged and all he can do is wait out what Rodney's got in store for him. "And since he was a bad boy, I decided that punishment was necessary, although I have to admit that I'm not entirely convinced he's taking his punishment as contritely as he's supposed to be."

"He seems pretty much stunned into submission," Carson notices.

"Oh, he is," Rodney agrees and grazes his teeth over John's neck. "And fortunately he's not entirely subdued."

"No," Carson says with a smirk. "Some bits of him are still sticking out."

John groans around the gag as Rodney's hand slithers around his neck and down his chest. He's pressing closer against him, rubbing his penis more insistently against his shoulder. Rodney's hand is warm and his grip sure as he wraps his palm around John's rock-hard cock and playfully gives him a few strokes.

"Do you like this?" Rodney whispers softly and torturous slowly traces his thumb over the tip of his dick, spreading the slick precome. John thrusts up his hips to counter Rodney's downstroke motion, and groans with frustration as the other man pulls away from him. "I think you do," Rodney notices dryly and walks over to the bed.

Carson shifts and gets on his hands and knees on the bed, and John watches Rodney's hand brushing over Carson's head. His breath catches as Rodney's fingers slide into strands of gelled hair, with a possesive gesture pulling the other man close to him. Carson willingly follows the motion and nuzzles his nose into Rodney's crotch. It's so obvious that it's not the first time Carson's done this, the way his hand slides up along Rodney's thigh to push the pants out of the way without asking for permission.

John moans and bucks up against the restraits, but Rodney doesn't even seem to notice he's there. He's all focused on Carson who's taking hold of penis, wrapping his hand around the base of his cock and slowly tracing his tongue along the underside.

Rodney moans softly and tilts back his head as Carson's lips close around the tip of his cock and the scene fades into white blinding light.

Tensing and biting back a groan Sheppard threw back his head against the trunk of the tree. Stars exploded behind his closed lids as he came, thrusting up his hips, fucking his own fist. Sticky hot semen spilled over his hand and belly and onto the ground.

He wasn't sure how long he stayed like that, pants down his legs, cradling his softened penis in the tepid night air. His breathing slowly evened out and he blinked open his eyes, looking down along himself. He cursed as he fumbled around in his pockets for tissues without avail; he couldn't just wipe the mess into his shirt or onto his pants. Too spent to come up with a better solution, he raised his hand to his mouth.

"If you hadn't been so stubborn," Rodney's disembodied voice whispers, "you wouldn't have to swallow your own come, you know?"

He frowned and cursed himself as he made quick work of cleaning his hand.

"There's no reason to feel guilty, John," Rodney teases, "every guy tastes his own come sooner or later."

"Shut up," Sheppard growled, tucking himself back into his boxers. It was bad enough he fantasized Rodney while wanking off, he didn't need to imagine his voice now! He pulled up his pants quickly, closed the zipper and the button and crammed his shirt into the waistband and with quick steps walked back to the settlement.

The fire in the middle of the settlement was dying as he came back and passed Rodney's and Carson's hut. He didn't mean to listen, but as he walked over to the hut he shared with Ronon and Teyla, he heard Rodney snoring softly.

Carson's sturdy body snuggled against Rodney's form. Both men are naked and sleeping, their legs intertwined. Carson's arm is possessively thrown over Rodney's chest and Rodney's fingers splayed over Carson's naked back.

The air in the room was still warm as he entered the hut, but Sheppard felt a cold shower running down his spine as he sat down on the tiny cot. He forced his eyes shut as he laid down and stretched out his legs. It didn't matter what kind of feelings he had for Rodney, feelings that went beyond friendship. He wasn't sure what to make of the fact that Rodney had chosen to pretend to be with Carson – instead of picking the obvious candidate he'd had at hand.

He sighed and tried to focus on Teyla's even breathing. Tomorrow was a new day and after a couple hours of sleep he might view things in a different light, he tried to persuade himself. But it was a long time until sleep claimed him.

Finis...

Icons (Carson, Euro 2008)

nickespix — Sun, 22 Jun 2008 21:41:33 GMT

It's icon-time again!

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That's just the first batch, there's still some cool pics I can turn into lovely iconses...

As usual:
Do not: Hotlink
Do: take, credit, comment (it's, as usual, very much appreciated (;)

Pimp my geeks!

nickespix — Sun, 15 Jun 2008 14:59:28 GMT

After mice1900 constantly moaned about the lack of new mcbeck-ish fics posted to lj lately, we came to the decision that this circumstance asked for drastic (read: geeky) measures.

So, after some plotting with sammy38, who kindly offered help, we came up with the -- tada! -- mcbeckchallenge - the McBeck challenge com!

Those of you on my flist who were so kind to take the time to fill in the poll I took some time ago, have received a notification already. The rest of you is very welcome to have a look!

And as a side-effect of creating the header for the com, I made a new header for my own journal, too. *wheeeee* Geeklove!!!

More McBeck drabbles!

nickespix — Tue, 03 Jun 2008 21:25:42 GMT

Title: You want her too?
Author: Nicke
Pairing: Rodney/Carson, Laura Cadman/Katie Brown
Categories: f/f and m/m pre-slash, episode related
Rating: G
Summary: Kissing can be so confusing...
Word count: 100
Prompt: lover100 # 004 writer's choice
Disclaimer: The smut is mine, the boys are MGM's. *sigh*
A/N: I couldn't resist this. I like Cadman, and I never believed for one second she only went jogging with Rodney's body. (Except they call it "jogging" now...Wink, wink, nudge, nudge. Say no more!) Well, I know it wouldn't have been all I'd have done to and with him... But I also think she was way more enthusiastic about kissing Katie, than she was about kissing Carson. *g* Imho, that was just a cover for making Rodney kiss Katie.

"You're such a hopeless romantic,
She told me, you're so predictable and nice
She only did you a favour once or twice."

Paul McCartney, "You want her too" (Flowers in the dirt)

***

Laura's not sure about the reason for Rodney's sudden interest in Katie (nor why she agreed to double date). Maybe it's her own fault, after all she practically forced him to kiss her. She's sure, what Katie feels is mere pity. Katie never smiles so brightly at Rodney as she smiles at her. And Carson accepted the invitation to chaperone his buddy only too willingly.

Maybe it's not a bad idea to double date, she thinks, brushing her hair. Rodney hadn't put up much resistance when she made him kiss Carson.

Tonight she'll kiss on her own.

The right one.

***

Title: Nightmare
Author: Nicke
Pairing: Rodney/Carson
Categories: ER, AU, episode tag, fixit
Rating: G
Summary: Rodney has bad dreams...
Word count: 100
Prompt: lover100 # 073 dream
Disclaimer: The smut is mine, the boys are MGM's. *sigh*
A/N: Okay, I think this is the shortest "Sunday" fixit ever.

"But in the morning light,
When I wake up again,
You're by my side"

Paul McCartney, Don't Be Careless Love (Flowers in the dirt)

***

It's the same scene again.

The bloodcurdling crash of the explosion still ringing in his ears as he runs to the corridor, his lungs aching with the effort. It's all so vivid. The dust slowly settling, and Carson's hand, sticking out from the pile of rubble.

He wakes from his own screams every night, soaked in sweat. It takes him a while to accomodate to his surroundings. He's in bed, he realises, still breathing erratic. His mind's in turmoil with the overwhelming fear of losing Carson. He reaches out and slowly relaxes as his fingertips brush against Carson's naked shoulder.

***

Title: Regret
Author: Nicke
Pairing: Rodney/Carson
Categories: episode related
Rating: G
Summary: Rodney thinks of chances missed...
Word count: 100
Prompt: lover100 # 096 writer's choice
Disclaimer: The smut is mine, the boys are MGM's. *sigh*
A/N: This is set at the end of "Sunday", and for once does not include a happy ending for them boys. *apologises in advance to Mice*

"If I never did it, I was only waiting
For a better moment that didnt come.
There never could be a better moment
Than this one, this one."

Paul McCartney, This one (Flowers in the dirt)

***

I should have told him, Rodney thinks as he picks up the frame. It's a picture Cadman had taken of Carson and him. He remembers Carson's teasing words, "You have a date, Rodney? With a woman?"

"As long as you won't date me, what can I do?" he should have replied, taking cover in a joke. He'd had the chance, but let it slip right through his fingers, too afraid to make that move. So close, he thinks, brushing his fingers over the picture, I lost more than just my best friend.

Drabble: Rough Ride [McBeck, R], Drabble: My Brave Face [McBeck, G]

nickespix — Sun, 01 Jun 2008 18:50:56 GMT

Title: Rough Ride
Author: Nicke
Pairing: Rodney/Carson
Kink: leather belts, spanking
Categories: er, kink, double drabble
Rating: R
Summary: Rodney begs for it...
Word count: 2 x 100
Prompt: lover100 # 081 beg
Disclaimer: The smut is mine, the boys are MGM's. *sigh*
A/N: This is for Inky, just because... *g*

I Knew You'd Help Me, I Knew You Could.
You Knew I Didn't Want To Be Misunderstood.

Paul McCartney, "Rough Ride", (Flowers in the dirt)

***

Rodney's POV

It had taken Rodney a while to realise what he needed. And it had taken him even longer to ask for it. He still feels guilty and ashamed every time Carson pulls that old, worn leather belt from the loops of his jeans. He does it slowly, teasingly, giving Rodney enough time to prepare. Gripping the buckle, Carson wraps the leather around his hand and trails the lose end over Rodney's naked shoulders. He is good, Rodney thinks as he closes his eyes, deeply inhaling the scent of his lover and the belt.

He would beg for it, like always.

***

Carson's POV

So beautiful, Carson thinks as he trails the belt over Rodney's chest. He loves to watch his lover like this, trying not to flinch. He understands what Rodney needs, that the pain is only a part of it. Like stripping off his clothes and getting down on his knees, while he's still fully dressed. It should disgust him, he thinks, because it's so unlike Rodney. But it's not. It's another side no one sees but him. It fills him with pride to see the trust in Rodney's face as their eyes meet.

"Please," Rodney whispers and Carson raises his hand.

***

Title: My brave face
Author: Nicke
Pairing: Rodney/Carson
Categories: drabble, established relationship
Rating: G
Summary: Rodney's sulking...
Word count: 100
Prompt: lover100 # 050 relationship
Disclaimer: The smut is mine, the boys are MGM's. *sigh*

Ever since you went away I've had
this sentimental inclination
not to change a single thing.
As I pull the sheet back on the bed
I want to go bury my head in your pillow.

Paul McCartney, "My brave face", (Flowers in the dirt)

***

He won't apologize, Rodney decides as he checks his appearence in the mirror. He'll go out, have fun. He can't remember the reason why they started arguing, but he's sure it's Carson's fault. He should pack the other man's clothes, throw them out of the window. Dashing into the bedroom, he opens their wardrobe and grabs a pile of Carson's jumpers. The smell is so very Carson, it's like a punch in the face. Rodney swallows and tries to regain his countenance as the jumpers hit the floor.

It takes him four minutes to find his cell to call Carson.

fic: Distractions [McBeck, PG-13, double drabble]

nickespix — Sun, 01 Jun 2008 11:54:13 GMT

Title: Distractions
Author: Nicke
Pairing: Rodney/Carson
Categories: Double drabble, friendship, pre-slash
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Rodney's utterly distracted by Carson... (who wouldn't?)
Word count: 2 x 100
Prompt: lover100 # 069 tease
Disclaimer: The smut is mine, the boys are MGM's. *sigh*
A/N: Paul McCartney's 1989's album "Flowers in the dirt" is such an inspiring piece of work, I'm contemplating writing a piece of McBeck fic for every song... This is just a warm-up bit, written on a lazy Sunday morning, so bear with me. *g*

Distractions - like butterflies they're buzzing 'round my head
When I'm alone, I think of you
And the life we'd lead if only we could be free
from these distractions

Paul McCartney, "Distractions" (Flowers in the dirt, 1998)

***

Rodney's POV

Carson's driving him crazy the way he's sitting on the other side of the desk. Elbows propped up on the cool, glossy surface, giving him this benevolent smile. Rodney's utterly distracted and can't focus on anything Elizabeth says. All he sees are Carson's lips. He knows the curl of these lips by heart. He can't count how many sleepless nights he imagined feeling these lips on his skin. He blushes as their eyes meet. Carson holds his gaze, flicking his tongue over his lower lip, slowly and teasingly and Rodney closes his eyes, suppressing a whimper. Carson's really killing him.

***

Carson's POV
Staffmeetings are boring and Rodney's more distracted than usual. His adam's apple's bobbing and he's nervously shifting on his chair. As Carson wets his lips with a deliberate gaze at his friend, Rodney's fingers slip under the collar of his shirt, trying to loosen it. Carson can't help thinking that it's so Freudian. He's sure it's not going to take much more. Since that incident with the Wraithdart they are dancing around each other, not getting anywhere. He got a taste of what it could be like and he wants more. And all he needs is a little more patience.

McBeck challenge anyone?

nickespix — Sat, 24 May 2008 20:05:49 GMT

With heavy heart I noticed the painful absence of McBeck fics and art in the sga fandom. Not only I did notice; quite some other McBeck fans noted the sad fact in their ljs and I wondered whether there's a chance to do something about that. So I created this "McBeck challenge/contest" poll and would kindly ask you to take a few mins and have a look and reply.

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