Fear the Monkey!
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maching_monkey bitched me out (but, y'know, with love). So, First Line Meme What Everyone's SO Over, Damn You, Leah
Enterprise:
When Trip was little and a storm blew in off the Gulf of Mexico, he liked to sit at the window and press his nose against the wire screen to watch the rain pound down.
Malcolm gritted his teeth as Phlox explored the wound on his back.
"Would you look at that? It's extraordinary."
A hand reached out, wrapped around his upper arm, and yanked him into a darkened alley.
Three of Starfleet's finest trooped merrily along a corridor of the flagship of the fleet, until one of them slowed to a stop and looked around uncertainly.
"I told you we would get in trouble."
There's nothing like a quiet night in my quarters.
All the way back to the ship on the shuttlepod, Malcolm smirked at him.
(with
kylielee1000)Dear Penthouse, I never thought this would happen to me!
My hand shakes a little as I tap in the engineering override code to open Malcolm's door.
"It looks like the problem is in the power transfer conduits."
Liz Cutler rested her head against one of the mess hall tables.
"Are you all right, Commander? You look a little flushed."
"Breathe, Malcolm."
I've been conferring with my engineers, working on a plan to shore up the areas where we've lost the hull plating, when the captain calls me.
I shift a little on the bunk, trying to find a comfortable position for my leg.
Trip saw nothing but white.
Malcolm caught Trip's hand as he reached out, wrapping his fingers around the other man's and returning the pressure, strong and steady.
For once, trade negotiations had gone almost ridiculously well for the crew of the *Enterprise*.
Atlantis:
"Brunette, huh?"
Sheppard turned the corner just in time to see a small, dark-haired woman with an Indian flag patch on her arm slap Rodney McKay across the face and walk away.
Sheppard finally found him in the desalination control room.
"Your numbers are off."
"Why are we here, again?"
Rodney's not a nice person.
McKay hurried through his post-mission unpacking, anxious for a snack and a cup of coffee.
Five minutes.
Rodney is used to wanting what he can't have.
Carson Beckett liked to kiss Rodney while they had sex.
I was somehow convinced that more of them were dialogue...
Oh, and I'm hating Leah with a fiery passion for other, unrelated reasons right now, for the record. She knows why. Damn tiny Canadians.
Tomorrow is our work Halloween party! Which would be great, except I'm helping coordinate it. No pressure...
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Rubs Hands Together Gleefully
Date: 2004-10-28 11:41 pm (UTC)Great lines! See? I told you!
Leah (The hated. Who is unrepentant. Snerk.)
Re: Rubs Hands Together Gleefully
Date: 2004-10-29 04:25 am (UTC)Re: Rubs Hands Together Gleefully
Date: 2004-10-29 10:47 am (UTC)In the mean time, you can check out my snippet for Kagey. ::EG::
Leah
Re: Rubs Hands Together Gleefully
Date: 2004-11-01 12:11 pm (UTC)So, instead, I started my AMTDI fic. *g*
Re: Rubs Hands Together Gleefully
Date: 2004-11-01 12:12 pm (UTC)I don't mind reading broken fic, truly. Honestly. Sincerely.
Re: Rubs Hands Together Gleefully
Date: 2004-11-01 12:55 pm (UTC)Re: Rubs Hands Together Gleefully
Date: 2004-11-01 12:13 pm (UTC)Ah, but you've overlooked the high percentage chance that instead of finishing the damn thing, I'll just Let It Die, since, y'know, I'm bad about that.
Which would indeed be very sad.
Date: 2004-11-01 03:29 pm (UTC)But you know? I'll still love you. I think you're awesome!
Leah
Re: Which would indeed be very sad.
Date: 2004-11-01 09:07 pm (UTC)Re: Which would indeed be very sad.
Date: 2004-11-01 10:23 pm (UTC)I hope you're not fucked, either. At least not without a lot of severance pay.
Love ya! I'll be thinking good thoughts for you--as you know.
Leah
Re: Which would indeed be very sad.
Date: 2004-11-02 06:39 am (UTC)At least not without a lot of severance pay.
No, see, I want them to lay me off. I came this close to begging the HR director to lay me off. But it's never gonna happen. 98% of my job is stuff that only I do, so there's no redundancy, and my work is the library equivalent of being a janitor--someone will always have to clean the toilets. My job is in zero danger of being eliminated, god fucking dammit. As for firing me, specifically--not going to happen unless I give them cause, because I'm so fucking overqualified for my job. The director, my department head, and the HR director have all told me that they don't expect me to stay, because what the hell am I doing here in the first place? Sigh. And I don't actually want to give them cause to fire me, because that just won't look good on my employment history.
No, today's idiocy will be about "since we've lost at least 40% of our people, why don't we take this opportunity to introduce some completely lunatic new procedures that won't do any good and will simply waste your time and drive you insane?" It's going to involve breaking into groups and brainstorming, even. Kill me now.
Re: Which would indeed be very sad.
Date: 2004-11-02 08:07 pm (UTC)Oh! Of course! Sorry. Ooh. Looking forward to it!
Damn. I'm sorry you're so vital, and therefore forced to endure these meetings.
I called you again tonight! Aren't I annoying? I hope you're okay!
Leah
Re: Which would indeed be very sad.
Date: 2004-11-02 08:45 pm (UTC)Nah, you're sweet. *g* And I'm good! Well, stressing over the election (and totally pissed at Florida), but aside from that, fine. And I posted about my meeting, so you can read my bitching. *g*
Re: Which would indeed be very sad.
Date: 2004-11-02 08:52 pm (UTC)Love ya!
Leah
my two cents and 20 minutes
Date: 2004-10-29 06:11 pm (UTC)My hand shakes a little as I tap in the engineering override code to open Malcolm's door. I don't know what I expected to see, but as I step over the threshold, I'm not prepared for this.
The mattress is bare, stripped clean. His few personal effects are gone. Even though I know our quarters are the same size, the stark emptiness of the room makes it look larger.
I look through the drawers of his locker, his desk. Empty. I check his computer. Nothing. I don't know what I'm looking for. Maybe just one last tangible link to him.
I inhale deeply, but all I can smell is the ship's recycled air. Not even a hint of his scent. It's as if he was never here.
I sink down onto his tiny sofa, my legs no longer able to hold me up as it truly hits me that he's not coming back. He'll never come back.
I have nothing against the Major, but I think I'd have given anything if it had been Hayes leading the rescue of Hoshi, instead of Malcolm. It would have been Hayes I'd have beamed back; it would have been Hayes with a hole burnt into his chest, instead of Malcolm; it would have been Hayes bleeding out and dying in sickbay.
It would have been Hayes in that body bag, instead of my friend.
I wipe my eyes and slip my hand between the cushions to dry it. I can feel something stuck there so I fish it out.
It's a bottle cap. I remember Malcolm flicked it at me the last time we sat here, drinking one of his warm beers and talking.
I told him I slept with T'Pol and waited for his snarky comments. But he just raised his eyebrows and asked how I felt about it. I told him I didn't know.
He just nodded and said, "Whatever makes you happy, Trip. Everyone deserves that chance."
And then he dropped it, going on to another subject. We just shot the breeze, like we used to before everything happened. I was actually enjoying myself and when he bitched about one of Hayes' target practice sessions, I teased him about his aim. And that's when he snapped the bottle cap at me and nailed me right in the head with it.
That was the last time I saw that big grin of his.
Now I won't ever see it again.
I rise from the couch. There's nothing here anymore. My hand clenches around the bottle cap and I leave.
God forgive me, but I wish it had been Hayes.
Re: my two cents and 20 minutes
Date: 2004-10-29 06:39 pm (UTC)Wow, can you write.
Will you post that to EntSTSlash? Please? It's amazing.
Leah (Awed and Saddened)
Re: my two cents and 20 minutes
Date: 2004-10-31 07:48 pm (UTC)How can anything that short have that much in it? Friendship, cameraderie, support, grief, loss, anger, vindictiveness... yipes.
how do you DO that?
Re: my two cents and 20 minutes
Date: 2004-11-01 12:05 pm (UTC)Feel free to spam my LJ like that any time. *g*
There but for the grace of having your name in the opening credits...