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Five Things Colonel John Sheppard Hates...

Sat, 13 Sep 2008 21:32:00 GMT

Title-5 Things that Colonel John Sheppard Hates...
category- cliche fic, mcshep
summary-um...five things that Sheppard hates?
rating-pg
author- Belladonna

Title-5 Things that Colonel John Sheppard Hates...

1. The Wraith. That's kinda a given. He hates worse that he's the one that woke them up, and the fact that they've killed people he worked with, played with, drank with...

2. The Air Force. It's actually a love hate kind of thing. He loves to fly, to soar in the air with a plane wrapped around him like a lover, to protect his country, his planet, from all enemies, foreign and domestic. He hates the politics, the stupid bureaucracy that penalized him for doing the right thing, which, in his opinion caused his friend's deaths. It also is pretty judgmental about who you love...

3. Elizabeth. Again with that love and hate thing. He admired her ability to negotiate, and manage people, but hated that she didn't really understand the military mindset. (if only they'd killed Kolya in the beginning...) She did go to bat for him, so that balances out alot of the bad.

4. Sumner, though he doesn't really like to speak ill of the dead. He has to stop himself from blaming the man for letting him kill him, and leaving John with this fucking mess. He hates, ~hates~ that he had to kill him, that Sumner ~needed~ to be killed to protect Earth. It's one thing to drop bombs from altitude onto a target, another to look your CO in the eye.

5. He hates Colonel Samantha Carter. To be honest, before she came to Atlantis he'd only met her a couple of times. However, the way Rodney idolizes her makes him grit his teeth. Radek said she was the one that sent Rodney to Siberia, and the man is known for his ability to find the gossip in the SGC's scientific community. The exile, John thinks, made Rodney fragile in a way that keeps the man paranoid about being brilliant and staying smart enough, fast enough, good enough to keep saving their asses, to stay in Atlantis.

Rodney hasn't realized yet that he is John's and Atlantis's, and it'll be a cold day in hell that he lets either of them go.

Took my kids to Dragoncon in Atlanta

Mon, 01 Sep 2008 21:41:43 GMT

Fri 4pm-we arrived and checked in. Son dressed in Stargate outfit which included ACU camo uniform, vest and thigh holster, carrying a pretend rifle. He looked excellent.

We wandered around to get our bearings-the convention is held in 4 hotels-Hyatt, the Marriott in the middle, and the Hilton, then a couple of blocks away the Sharton had the Trekkies and Brit sci-fi. (which made me sad. I wanted to see the Brit track but it conflicted timewise and walking time wise).

Dragged son to Stargate Panel where we watched Window of Opportunity and did a Rocky Horro picture style homage. He laughed at us but watched amiably. (I have taught him well)

Daughter arrived at about 10, in time to get her badge and not much else but wander around and take pictures. (250 or so...lol) Amazing costumes-just amazing. Ironman and Batman were well represented, and there were ALOT of Stargate people. Firefly was remembered fondly with Jane hats galore.

Saturday-we got up early and son and I got dressed in our Stargate uniforms. Yes, me included. I wore the blue bdu's of Stargate fame, and my old combat boots (eeks, too tight, too tight!) and the three of us headed to starbucks and got breakfast then scoped us out a curbside seat on parade route. Son was disappointed that he didn't sign up to be in parade, so next year we'll make sure he does.

Parade was AWESOME! Adam West of my childhood Batman fame was gradmarshall, riding in the authentic Batmobile. There were various fandoms represented well, lots of comic characters, Stargate, Battlefield 2142, Starwars, Star Trek, Resident Evil, Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, and....well, I could go on and on. It was amazing.

We headed back in and we took more pictures before son went to the computer gaming thing and daugther and I waited in line to go to the Tamora Pierce panel. We have all of her books. She's an incredibly funny lady and very personable. While we waited in line though we got alot of pics of people walking by in amazing costumes. One of our line mates was a gal who hand made her Dr. Who characters' Madame Pompadour costume (she's a theatre costume student). It was ~amazing~.

We had lunch and took more pictures, then got in line for more panels. I went to the Stargate Costume contest-tough decision but in the end two guyes as Wraiths, a pouty Nox, a flirty John Sheppard wannabe and a voluptuous Hathor won. It was fun to sit with other Stargate people (and I bought an Atlantis t-shirt.) They held a fundraiser in Don Davis's honor for the American Heart Assoc.

Daughter went out with friends to a sushi restaurant and son and I had a sandwich/pizza and ate in our room. He played more and I went back out to watch the freak show that is Dragon con to take more pictures...lol

Sunday- Today was my 'damnit, I'm going to a mega panel even if the line kills me' day. So while son went to kill off his friends in video games, daugther and I did some shopping at the dealers tables (OMG, the STUFF they have for sale! Anything your little Sci-fi, freak, goth, bdsm heart would desire.) Then we got into line for the Firefly panel! Yay!

2:00 pm-ish Daughter got us into second row (squee!) and we saw Nathan Fillion (Capt. Malcolm Reynolds), Alan Tudyk (the doomed Wash), Morena Bacarin (our esteemed companion, Anara and the bad Orici on Stargate) and Jewel Staite (Kailie sp? of mechanical genius fame, and also Dr. on Atlantis).

They were charismatic and funny and genuinely nice. I would totally attend a Firefly panel again. As Michael wasn't here I wasn't really interested in the Stargate panels...

We then unwound by having Chinese delivered to room (cheaper than eating in hotel) where daughter did college homework and got ready to drive back to Charleston. She had class on Labor day. (rolls eyes at college, I mean seriously. Class on LABOR DAY?)

She left, and son ate the rest of Chinese before heading back to slay his enemies. I went to the last panel I'd planned on, the Stargate Slash Panel. It was a blast, talking to other people who write, (though I was amused that I had more experience than the gals on the panel, having been writing slash longer than any of them...lol) . Finally at 12:45 pm I called it quits and headed to my bed (after buying son pizza for a latenight snack..lol)

Then we got up and drove home. Ta da!

A Tribute to General George Hammond

Sun, 27 Jul 2008 13:37:58 GMT

Title: 'In Great Deeds, Something Abides..."
Author: Belladonna
Category: angst
Pairing: Jack/Daniel
Rating: PG-13
Date: 7/14/2008
Status:fin
Series:no
Season/Spoilers: after season 10, or futurefic
Synopsis: They've lost General Hammond.
Notes: Babs had been studying the Civil War and wrote on list, "I found this quote today. Hopefully it will inspire some plot bunnies for someone." So this is for you Babs. The quote is in the ficlet.

Jack was hanging up the phone when Daniel came into the room, and something about Jack’s body language immediately alerted him that there was a serious problem.

“Jack?”

Slowly turning, Jack looked at him. “That was Hank. General Hammond passed away this morning. His aide found him at his desk.”

Daniel stared for a long moment, then fumbled for the chair before sinking down onto it.

“I know, right? I thought he’d outlast all of us,” Jack said wryly. “Irish?”

“Please.”

Jack nodded and went to the cabinet, pulling out an old and expensive bottle of Irish whiskey, then two glasses. He poured a generous helping into each before walking over and handing Daniel his. Raising his glass, Jack said, “To George.”

“To George,” Daniel echoed softly before both men downed their drinks.

~*

Jack sat beside Hank, only half-way listening as other speakers extolled General Hammond’s virtues. His own history with George played in his mind like flashbacks- serving together when Jack was just a young Captain, the older man’s presence after Charlie died, when he took command of the Stargate program, when SG-1 got tossed back in time and met the younger George, when Daniel died, hell, all of the times when Daniel had died, when he’d been promoted to General, then given the SGC while his friend had gone to Homeworld Security…so many memories.

A nudge reminded him of his duty and he got to his feet and headed towards the platform in front of the gate.

Standing at the podium, Jack looked at the assembled troops, silently acknowledging Carter, who was back from Atlantis for the service, Daniel by her side along with that pain in the ass, Vala, then Mitchell, Ferretti, and Colonel Paul Davis.

On the other side he nodded at Teal’c and Master Bra’tac, then at Jonas who’d come from Langara to pay his respects. They were just three of more than a two dozen alien representatives of worlds that the SGC had become allies with over the years.

And most of their success had to do with George. The man knew when to glad hand, and when to play hardball, but to Jack, the man’s greatest skill had been his ability to listen to his people and act accordingly. It had saved SG-1’s, and Earth’s ass, more than once.

A throat clearing snapped Jack back to the present and he saw Hank incline his head for him to start talking.

Taking a deep breath, Jack leaned forward towards the mic, “Hey, you might not know me,” he began and there was a waves of chuckles in the audience, “but I’m Jack O’Neill, or better known as George’s problem child.” Outright laughter swept through the crowd, and Jack grinned for a moment, before turning serious.

“How can I articulate the loss that we have suffered?” he asked quietly, and silence fell. His eyes briefly met Daniel’s, and he knew that the loss he saw there was echoed in his own.

“George Hammond was a fine man, a great General, and most of all, my friend. But more than that, the success of Stargate Command can be directly traced to General George Hammond. He was a man who knew when to stand firm, and when to act. He knew when to listen to his people, and when to take the reins and be the General. He didn’t believe that violence was the answer, and he was one of the men who taught me that words could make a difference.

I could go on, but here on Earth, there was a battle about a hundred and fifty years ago, a time in our history where brother fought against brother. And after many, many men died, one of the men who fought there, a General Joshua Lawrence Chamberlain, said these words…”

"In great deeds something abides. On great fields something stays.
Forms change and pass; bodies disappear, but spirits linger, to
consecrate ground for the vision-place of souls. And reverent men and
women from afar, and generations that know us not and that we know
not of, heart-drawn to see where and by whom great things were
suffered and done for them, shall come to this deathless field to
ponder and dream; And lo! the shadow of a mighty presence shall wrap
them in its bosom, and the power of the vision pass into their souls.”

Jack let his voice trail off, the powerful words echoing in the corners of the gateroom. He cleared this throat, and for a moment, bowed his head. “If there’s anyone’s spirit that will linger here, I think George’s will. And I believe that his spirit will inspire us to be better.”

He glanced up at the control room, forcibly reminded that George would never again be waiting on the other side of the glass for his teams to return safely. “Godspeed, General George Hammond,” he said, and snapped a parade smart salute to the flag hung in memorial before he headed down and back to his seat, head down, eyes burning from suppressing unexpected tears.

*

It was a little later at the small wake in the cafeteria when Bra’tac came up and shook hands. “O’Neill,” he said solemnly.

“Bra’tac,” Jack smiled. “Good to see you. How goes the government?” he asked.

Jack already had Teal’c’s answer, but the former Jaffa’s answer was from the point of view of a man who regarded politics with distaste. Bra’tac viewed the ability to choose as a precious gift won through battle and blood, and his viewpoint usually differed.

The old man’s eyes twinkled. “I begin to see that we could power the entire government with the wind from speeches that say nothing.”

The answer made Jack laugh. “Which is the exact reason I never wanted to go into politics.”

“It is a work in progress, as you say.” Bra’tac answered philosophically. “I was very interested in the soldier that you quoted.”

“Ah,” Jack exhaled. “General Chamberlain. He was a General in an ugly war that saw too many men die.”

“As have we all,” the old Jaffa said quietly. “I see that Daniel Jackson is looking well.”

“Yeah, he always looks good,” Jack said, his eyes tracking the love of his life as he spoke to various people in the room.

When Jack retired he’d surprised no one by moving in with Daniel. What had surprised people, but only the ones without eyes, was that he and Daniel were partners in every sense of the word. Unfortunately, one of those who’d actually been surprised was Carter, and she’d drowned her sorrows by heading to Atlantis.

When people had heard, no one had gone to Daniel and told him not to break Jack’s heart, oh nooo. They’d all come to Jack and threatened him in various ways if he made Daniel unhappy. It had been kinda sweet, in a scary homicidal way.

What had surprised him was one of those who’d threatened him had been George. His old friend had been short and to the point.

“Jack, I’m happy to see you happy. But hurt that boy and I will come after you like the wrath of God. Understand me?”

Jack, dumbfounded, had nodded.

Hammond had then grinned. “That’s what my Lil’s daddy said to me when I asked for her hand in marriage, though he said my girl, but you get the idea.”

The memory made Jack smile reminiscently, and Daniel, ever attuned to his moods, looked across the crowded room and smiled, making the loss of George hurt a little less.

"And Daniel Jackson is happy?"

Jack shrugged. "You'll have to ask him."

The old man watched Daniel's face as he watched O'Neill, and smiled. "I do not have to."

the end-

*~*

'Genius Fathers and Sons' Atlantis/OC crossover crack AU

Sun, 25 May 2008 05:36:14 GMT

title: Genius Fathers and Sons
genre: Au, crossover, slash, mild angst
summary: sudden idea that needed to be purged. Ryan from the OC is actually Rodney McKay's son. Crackfic because it's the weirdest crossover I've ever written. Takes place in the California with barely a mention of Atlantis.
Pairings: Ryan and Seth, John and Rodney

~*

"Dawn Atwood? No, I don't know any Dawn Atwood. Should I?" Rodney asked, only half paying attention to Woolsey as he worked on his laptop. Then his head came up. "There was a Dawn somebody in college. She needed to be tutored and offered..." Rodney stopped, cheeks pink. "Suffice it to say, she didn't go away without what she wanted."

John smirked. "Why, Rodney. You dog."

Rodney rolled his eyes. "Ha ha. Barter has been a well respected tradition over the centuries."

This made Ronon snort knowingly and Teyla just shook her head.

Woolsey sighed. "Dr. McKay. Dawn Atwood had a son. His name is Ryan, he's 22 and he needs a bone marrow transplant and it's been ascertained that as his father, you are the best match."

Rodney's mouth opened, closed, opened. "Huh?"

"Congratulations, you're a daddy," John said semi-facetiously. He could see Rodney's shock, and hoped that the scientist wouldn't faint.

Leaning forward, Teyla rested a hand on top of Rodney's. "This is good news. I would like to meet a son of yours, Rodney."

Ronon grunted. "I wonder if he's as smart as McKay?"

"Of course he is," Rodney sputtered. "I mean, well, he has ~my~ genes after all. Dawn wasn't that smart, but they say a man's first born is the most like him. Right?"

"When do we go?" John asked Woolsey.

Woolsey looked at the team, and realized he was paying for the four of them to fly out to California because it was obvious they were not going to let Dr. McKay go alone. "Tomorrow morning at 0800. General Landry is making arrangements for a flight to California."

"Tell him I'll fly us if he gets us a plane," John replied, pushing himself up. "C'mon, everyone. We need to pack."

Rodney stared up at John. "What if he's a moron? Can I handle that?"

"Relax, McKay. He's not gonna be a moron." John patted Rodney's shoulder. "Let's go, buddy."

~*

Seth sat by Ryan's bed, chewing his thumbnail as his best friend and lover lay in a drugged sleep. Ryan was dying of lymphocytic leukemia, and there was nothing he could do and nowhere else to turn. He'd finally broke down and against Ryan's wishes, called Dawn, the drunken bitch. She'd actually done the right thing and had her bone marrow tested, then badgered Ryan's father to be tested, where it had been discovered that the man wasn't Ryan's father at all. Such a fucking mess, but Seth and his parent's protected Ryan from all of it. From the knowledge that they'd exhausted their last hope because Dawn wasn't sure ~who~ Ryan's father was.

A nurse came bustling in, checking Ryan over when someone in a military uniform stepped into the room. "Is this Ryan Atwood's room?"

Seth frowned and stood up. "Yeah, and who are you?"

"I'm going to have to ask everyone to leave," the man stated.

"Fuck you," Seth said, and heard his mother in the hallway. "Seth!"

"Mom," he said as she and his father came into the room. "Ryan's my partner. I'm not going anywhere."

Sandy Cohen turned to face the man in uniform. "Who are you and what ~do~ you want with Ryan?" he demanded, never having been a fan of the military mindset or their policies. The nurse apparently decided she didn't want to get in the middle and obediently left the room.

The man paused, "Just a moment, Mr. Cohen," he said beofre he pulled out a cell phone and stepped into the hallway. At the same moment they could hear an irritated voice coming down the hallway.

"Oh for the love of all that's holy. I can't introduce myself to my son and his family without the Pentagon poking their noses into my business?"

"Rodney," another voice said soothingly and Ryan stirred on the bed, his eyes fluttering open. Kristen put a cup of water with a straw up to his lips so he could swallow a bit to moisten his mouth.

"Seth?" he whispered.

"Yeah, I'm here, Ry," Seth said back, sinking into the seat beside the bed and gripping Ryan's hand tightly.

A knock at the doorway made them all glance up to see a man with bright blue eyes and thinning sandy brown hair standing uncertainly in the doorway. "Hi. Um, can we come in?"

Seth slowly stood. "Okay, who are you?"

"Dr. Rodney McKay. Not a physician, I'm a doctor of Physics and I work for the United States government even though I'm Canadian."

"Mom mentioned you," Ryan said softly. "She knew you in college."

The man threw a glance over his shoulder at someone in the hallway before turning back to look at Ryan. "Yeah, well. I tutored her in math and she, well..." he shrugged, embarassed. Kirsten coughed, her cheeks pink and she and Sandy exchanged a grin. They done the whole college thing and knew what the man didn't say.

"Wait," Seth said suddenly. "You're Ryan's biological father!"

"What?" Ryan asked, confusion obvious on his face. "Frank's my dad."

Seth sighed, letting go of Ryan's hand for a moment and pressing the heels of his hands to his eyes. He sucked in a breath before sinking into the chair and taking Ryan's hand again, looking him in the eye. "I was desperate and called your mom. And yeah, I know you said no but I ~love~ you and was willing to face your extreme displeasure as long as you didn't withhold sex. So your mom got tested and so did Frank, and it came out that Frank isn't your father."

"But I am," Rodney McKay said. "and I'm a perfect match."

Sandy glanced at his wife. "Hi, I'm Sandy Cohen and this is my wife, Kirsten."

Rodney nodded. "You're Ryan's parents in everything but blood. I know who you are and I appreciate everything that you've done for him. I mean, I'd have done it if I was here, and had maybe known that he ~was~ my son for more than two days."

Ryan snickered from his bed and Seth titled his head. "What are you laughing about?"

"He sounds like you," Ryan said with a loving smile.

"Hey," Seth and Rodney said in unison, which made Ryan laugh so hard he started to cough and set off alarms.

tbc-

John gently brushed Rodney's hair back off of his forehead when he heard a noise. He glanced up to see Seth Cohen standing in the doorway. Rodney had just been returned to his room after his bone marrow donation and was still sleeping off the anesthetic and was dead to the world. "Hey."

"Hey," Seth said, hands in his pockets. John could see where the grief for his partner had effected him, in his weight loss, the bony ridges of his shoulders noticeable as well as the dark shadows beneath his eyes. "How is Dr. McKay?"

John gave Rodney a fond smile. "They said he'd be up and terrorizing everybody in a couple of hours."

"So," Seth began, stepping into the room after a glance down the hall. "Sure alot of military types around."

"Well, Rodney is one of the most valuable members of my team and our government takes his security very seriously."

Seth's eyes sharpened. "Is Ryan in any danger?"

"No," John said firmly, shaking his head. "But then, we take care of our own. Besides, Ryan is an architect."

"Mechanical engineer and architect," Seth corrected softly. "A genius, except he deliberately fucked the test. We got a copy and played with it and he tested off of the charts."

"Jesus," John said, rubbing a hand through his hair. "Don't let anybody know. Understand?" His mind raced with all sorts of unpleasant possibilities.

"Having read comic books my entire life, especially X-men, I understand all too well." Seth's face was drawn and serious.

~*

Three Months Later~

Rodney watched as his son, his lover, John, Ronon, Teyla and Sandy frolicked in the huge pool, the California sunshine and salt air actually refreshing, though he had his requisite layer of sunscreen on and was seated underneath an umbrella.

"Iced tea, no lemon."

Rodney looked up with a crooked smile. "Thank you, Kirsten." He took a deep drink and sighed as his parched throat enjoyed the icy freshness.

Kirsten smiled back and sat down beside Ryan's father. She'd come to admire the often cranky but always entertaining man (she adored his sarcasm). He was proving himself to be a good father, and that went a long way in both her and Sandy's book. "He's looking so much better."

"Yeah," Rodney said softly. He couldn't believe that the brilliant young architect with more creative talent in his little finger than Rodney had in his whole body was his ~son~. The bone marrow donation, along with some judicious SGC help had restored Ryan to his healthy and hearty self, and the change in him and Seth in the three months since they'd seen them was astonishing. "He's amazing. ~They're~ amazing."

Kirsten laughed softly, putting her sunglasses on. "Yes, they are. By the way, Sandy loved having John, Ronon and Teyla come out surfing with him this morning."

Rodney snorted. "Believe me, it was their pleasure." And his, because John had crawled into bed with him, still wet from the ocean and had given him the blowjob from heaven.

A beachball bounced out of the water and landed wetly in Rodney's lap, making him yelp in surprise. "H-ey!"

"Come and play, Rod-ney!" John wheedled from where he was propped up on the side of the pool. A moment later Ryan joined him, his hair slicked back like a wet seal, and then Seth, both young men tanned and happy.

"C'mon, McKay before I come out and get you," Ronon threatened and Rodney threw up his hands.

"Fine! But if I get sunburned I'm blaming you."

"Don't worry, Dad. We've got aloe vera," Ryan said happily, and everyone went quiet. It was the first time Ryan had said the word Dad, and it was obvious that he'd planned it because his eyes were steady even if his cheeks were pink.

Rodney smiled back. "Good, good," he said, and threw the ball straight into John's face, making him squawk and fall flailing back into the water. "Ready, Ry?"

Ryan and Seth exchange evil smiles. "Ready!"

Rodney cannonballed into the pool and they immediately ganged up on a hysterically laughing John.

the end...

Rodney does New York, and John...

Thu, 17 Apr 2008 18:35:15 GMT

This is a wip amnesty fic

Title: Rodney as Vera Wang
Summary: Rodney is a designer and other Stargate and Atlantis people have cameos...also, this is a fic I'll probably never finish.
rating: totally pg
notes: 1996 words...
wip_amnesty

“Oh my god, oh my god! Are all models underweight 12 year old boys?” the designer sputtered, flailing his hands as he shooed the gaggle of hopeful anorexically skinny, unimaginative supposed models away from him. “Go, go back and grow up and maybe eat a hamburger and fries, and for godssake, maybe drink a milkshake while you’re at it!” Rodney McKay, the best designer of male wedding apparel in the world, rolled his eyes at the muffled laughter from his other models and designers and scowled at his assistant, hands on his hips.

“Just because I’m gay,” he enunciated, ignoring Laura’s returned eyeroll, “does not mean I want ~twinks~ in my fashion show!” He ignored the tragic faces of the twee models departing his design space.

Rodney McKay, also known as the Vera Wang of the male side of wedding designers was in the middle of his best collection ever. Which meant he wasn’t going to settle for twinks! He turned and scowled at Jack, who would have been perfect, the lines of his lean body and striking gray hair would have set off the tuxedos nicely. “If Jack hadn’t broken his fucking ankle…”

“I broke my fucking ankle fucking Daniel,” Jack replied mildly, not looking up from the book he was reading, his casted ankle perched on a chair, “it was a fair trade.” A true story, involving sling apparently, and more details than Rodney wanted to know because he’d just get jealous of his inability to get laid regularly.

Rodney smirked as Daniel, who ~was~ available to model in the show, lifted up the file he was working on and smacked Jack with it. He and Jack and were partners, and Daniel did modeling to pay for his archeological habit while Jack, who was retired military, modeled because Daniel did.

The room was semi noisy due to Radek and his sewers along the back wall, arguing about which way was warp and weft on the bolt of material. “Radek! Are you going to ~cut~ any of that material anytime soon?” he demanded.

Radek’s fuzzy-haired head turned towards him, a scowl on his face behind wire rims. “Have you picked model yet? I think not. Stop harassing me and pick model and then we can talk.”

“Bossy bitch,” Rodney grumbled, knowing that Radek was right. They would need the man’s, ~mystery~ man, at this point, height weight and ability to walk a catwalk before they could determine the amount of fabric for his latest genius in designs. “My kingdom for a model.”

“What kind of model do you want, Boss?” Laura asked with exasperation. She handed him a laptop with headshots of male models and pushed him into a chair.

“No,” Rodney said, moving through the photos with lightening speed, all the while muttering, “God, no. Too pretty. Lorne? Maybe for the business collection. Kavanaugh? Is this a joke? Ronon? Geez, he’s a model, I thought he was an actor?”

“How about him?” Laura’s voice interrupted his scathing remarks and Rodney looked up to see perfection in execrable brown shirt and shorts, (6’2”, slim build, nice shoulders, excellent ass, gravity defying hair, hairy legs, Fedex? United Way?) gracefully man-handling a package out of the cargo elevator that obviously was more material for the company.

“You!” Rodney yelled peremptorily, snapping his fingers. “I’ll give you twice your pay if you leave your job and work for me as a model.”

The man let the package down to the floor and looked at him, lovely hazel eyes puzzled. “What?” Radek and his sewers had fallen silent and were watching with fascination.

“Okay, it’s a good thing that we don’t need geniuses,” McKay allowed generously. “Three times your pay and that’s my limit.”

Pursing his perfect lips, the man gazed around at their fascinated audience and tilted his head. “You’re serious? Three times my current pay, which isn’t peanuts by the way, to wear clothes and walk?”

Daniel muffled a chuckle and Jack laughed outright. “I know, it’s criminally easy but it’s a sweet paycheck.”

“It’s not criminally easy,” Rodney protested. “We need to make sure he’s not going to fall on his face, which would make me look bad and him look stupid. Stupider.”

“Hey!” the man said.

“I’m Rodney McKay. Walk down here and we’ll see if I’ve just made a monumental mistake.”

“Nice to meet you, Rodney,” the man drawled and began to walk towards him, the movement of his hips mesmerizing Rodney as he moved like a well oiled machine. “I’m John Sheppard.”

“Oh fuck,” Rodney said as John Sheppard and his crazy hair and amazing hazel eyes got closer. “You are so so hired.”

Jack leaned over to Daniel. “I never realized he was so so easy.”

Daniel laughed and smacked him again with the folder he’d been working on.

*~*

Two days later John shook his head as he was professionally felt up by the little Czech. “What am I going to be modeling again?”

The man shook his head and stood up. “You have never heard of Rodney McKay?”

“I’m not exactly a fashionista or whatever they’re called,” John replied, his eyes straying over to the enthusiastically gesturing man hovering over what looked like haphazard piles of material. “I tend to wear jeans or shorts and t-shirts.”

Radek clucked disapprovingly. “He designs men’s clothing, specifically wedding and business lines,” he said, inserting the last pin into the trousers he’d been working on. “He is genius, but never tell him I said so or I will make voodoo doll of you and fill it with pins. Take them off.”

John chuckled and obediently unbuttoned the inside out set of pants, letting them slide off of his hips into Radek’s hands. “Why didn’t he hire, oh, I don’t know, a ~real~ model?” Not that he was complaining, of course. His pay, if Rodney McKay liked him in his designs, was going to substantially increase plus he’d get to travel the world. Not a bad career choice, though his father would probably hit the ceiling. He glanced over at the designer and grinned when he caught the blue eyed man watching him.

“Picky man,” Radek said. “Good, put on these,” he ordered, handing over another set of trousers marked up with white lines and words and bristling with pins.

Rodney chose that moment to stride over, critically looking John over. “Don’t lose any weight or the pants won’t hang right and I’ll be forced to hire Ronon to feed you.”

“I’m an adult, I can feed myself,” John said mildly. He slowly, and very carefully, pulled up the trousers, and hid a smirk as the blue eyes glazed slightly. “Something you needed, McKay?”

McKay ignored him. “I had a thought, Radek, remember that bolt of loden in the back?”

Struck by the thought, the little Czech leaned back on his knees, eyes excited. “Yes, yes! A waist coat for one and a swing coat as well!”

The two men snapped fingers at each other and John had to grin as they rapid fired ideas back and forth. He was looking forward to this job, and to getting to know Rodney McKay a lot better.

Luna_61's manip for Between the Earth and the Sea

Fri, 04 Apr 2008 02:24:10 GMT

It's the art that goes with my fic. Between the Earth and the Sea. It's my Clark in Atlantis story-sort of Smallville, Atlantis, Sg-1 and DC comics, and of course, slash...lol

Thanks to Luna_61 for the graphics and to Glitterandlube for being an incomprable beta.

http://images33.fotki.com/v1070/fileQo6N/2a819/1/1320252/6088756/Photoforfic.jpg

fic-

http://www.area52hkh.net/asb/belladonna/betweent.php

Torchwood fic-Here Lies Tommy Brockless

Tue, 12 Feb 2008 01:25:22 GMT

title: Here Lies Tommy Brockless
rating:PG or teen
summary: Missing scene for episode 'To the Last Man..'
pairing: Jack/Ianto hinted at
genre: angst, missing scene
author's note-My g-grandfather, a man I wish I could've met, was a Tommy who served in the British Army during World War I. He sufferend from poison gas, starvation, but once a German soldier found him injured and carried him out of the battle zone. Maybe all hope for the human species is not lost.

Jack set the piece of paper onto Tosh’s desk and kept walking to his office. Tosh picked up the paper and scanned it, before her face brightened. “Jack?” she called.

He poked his head out. “Tosh?”

“How did you find it?”

Jack looked up and Ianto smiled down at them. “I asked Ianto to do a little digging.”

“Thank you,” she said, clutching the small paper to her chest.

“I’m only sorry it took so long,” Ianto responded with a pleased smile.

Tosh gathered her purse and was shrugging into her coat when Jack poked his head out of his office for a second time. “Tosh, would you like some company?” When she didn’t answer, he frowned. “I mean, if you don’t then that’s okay…”

“No!” she said suddenly, a small smile on her face. “No, Jack. That would be lovely.”

The team stood in the middle of an ancient cemetery on the Welsh border. On the stone in front of the kneeling Tosh, was the inscription…

Er Serchus Gof Am

Thomas ‘Tommy’ Reginald Brockless

1898-1957

Served in World War I

Hedd, Perffaith Hedd

Tosh gently touched the inscription. “I don’t understand,” she said, looking up at Jack quizzically.

Jack shrugged. “It’s why Ianto had such a hard time discovering where he was buried. There was a final shift somewhere. It maybe when you used the device at the last minute, it healed something in his mind. We’ll never know.”

“Will it effect our time adversely?” Gwen asked, pulling her collar up more closely around her neck. It was bloody cold out despite the cheerful sunshine.

“Every change causes a paradox,” Jack said, “but it’s possible it already happened. I don’t think we’ll ever know.”

“Did he marry?” Tosh asked suddenly.

“We couldn’t find any record of one.”

Ianto handed the flowers he’d carried from the car to his teammate who placed them at the base of the heavily carved tombstone. Tosh brushed some dried moss out of the ornate carvings and traced the Welsh words for a moment.

“It means Peace, Perfect Peace,” Ianto translated quietly.

“I hope he finally had peace,” she said before leaning forward to press a kiss to Tommy’s name. She moved back and accepted Owen’s help in getting to her feet, her brown eyes shining with tears. “I think I finally can have some peace as well. Thank you, Jack.”

Back at the hub, Jack was staring into his scotch as he swirled it around in the glass, lost in memories.

“Jack?” Ianto called softly.

Jack didn’t look up. “Ianto.”

Ianto stepped into Jack’s office and walked around to perch on the desk. “Lots of memories?”

Jack’s head came up, blue eyes burning in his face. “Did you know that they only pardoned those that they shot for desertion, in 2006! Almost 90 years, Ianto. Those poor men who did nothing but try and serve their country, murdered by their country,” he said, his voice rising sharply as he threw the glass against the wall, the resulting shatter so loud that Myfanwy complained.

Without hesitation Ianto put his arms around Jack, and accepted Jack’s desperate hug in return.

“It’s hard to have those memories,” Jack said, his voice muffled into Ianto’s shoulder.

Ianto rubbed Jack’s back with long strokes. “I can imagine,” he said, his lips pressed into Jack’s hair. “I want you to consider something.”

Jack moved his head back and looked into Ianto’s face. “What?”

“Try not to make your memories a burden,” Ianto began thoughtfully, letting his fingers gently trace Jack’s cheek, “but make yourself a caretaker of them. Remember all of those soldiers who died, but don’t let their deaths become like an albatross around your neck. They wouldn’t want that.”

Jack stared at Ianto for a long moment. “I remember them all, Ianto. To the last man.”

Ianto nodded and got up to fetch two more glasses, pouring a hefty shot in each. “To Private Thomas Reginald Brockless,” he said, handing Jack his glass.

“To Tommy,” Jack agreed and they drank to Tommy, and to every other soldier who died in what had been mistakenly called, ‘The war to end all wars’.

Torchwood fic-Blast from the Future

Thu, 31 Jan 2008 20:29:47 GMT

Title: Blast from the Future
author: Belladonna
rating-FRT
summary: Jack's past, or rather his future catches up with him. Possible spoiler for first episode of the new season
note-I took the last 3 minutes of the season premiere, and wrote my take on it. Where Captain Hart said, just as he was phasing out, "By the way, I've found Gray." And Jack's memories flit across the screen.
disclaimer: I don't own them, but if you want to borrow my ideas for the show then you are more than welcome to! lol
crossposted to JackxIanto and Torchwoodslash

~

Owen, of course, noticed the pretty woman on the Plass. She was tall, shapely with a leather jacket and a leather bracelet, and as he gave her a flirty smile, admiring her dark hair and blue eyes, it suddenly occurred to him that her leather bracelet looked just like Captain Hart’s, and Jack’s.

Jack was flirting with Ianto when Owen came clattering down the stairs.

“Jack! There’s a bird on the Plass with a wristband just like yours and Captain Hart’s,” he said urgently. A beep from Jack’s wristband made everyone sit up and take notice.

“What?” Jack said, grabbing his Jack from Ianto and racing up the stairs, his team on his heels. Out on the walk, the girl heard them and turned, her smile bright with mischief.

Jack froze with a gasp, his face so pale that Ianto automatically grabbed an arm to steady him.

“Captain Jack Harkness, I’m here to kill you,” the girl said with a grin.

And as the team pointed their weapons, Jack grinned back. “You’re brilliant! Simply brilliant,” he said proudly, and held out his arms and his bewildered team watched as the woman threw herself into Jack’s arms and burst into tears.

“Oh Da, I’ve missed you,” the woman sobbed, and Jack just closed his eyes and held her tight.

“Jack?” Gwen asked, bewildered.

“I’ll explain inside,” Jack said. “C’mon, baby. Let’s head inside.” He smiled gratefully when Ianto handed over a pristine handkerchief which the woman accepted with a wet smile.

In the hub the woman looked around, smiling at Myfanwy as she flew overhead. “It’s amazing,” she said.

Jack shook his head and yanked her into another hug before pushing her at arms length. “How did you find me?”

“Da, I only worked with the biggest mouth in the galaxy. Well, before he went rogue,” she amended.

“John,” Jack said softly.

“Is that what he called himself?” she asked.

“Oi, we’ve been patient,” Owen said with a scowl. “Is she safe or are we going to be watching our backs like we had to with Hart?”

Jack laughed, pulling her close so that they could face his team together. “Everyone, this is my daughter Gray Catriona Lenaan Athena… and well, we may gone overboard with names so I’ll quit there,” he said, grinning at her laugh.

“Gray, this is my team. Owen Harper, our doctor, Gwen Cooper, our police liaison, Toshiko Sato, our tech expert and last but certainly not least, the one who holds us together, Ianto Jones.”

“I’m pleased to meet you all,” she said with a regal nod.

“Where are you from?” Gwen asked curiously.

“I’m from…” she began but stopped at her father’s headshake. “Oh, they don’t know?”

“Ja-ack,” Gwen whined.

“Except for you, daughter mine, I’d prefer to leave my past just where it is,” Jack said seriously.

“Past,” Gray laughed. “Time agents don’t have a past.”

“Well…” Jack allowed that with a grimace.

“Time agent! That’s what Captain Hart called himself. Exactly what is that?” Owen pounced.

Gray looked at her father, “I’m not the only one who knows where you are, da,” she said to Jack, who sighed and roughly ran his fingers through his hair.

“Fine! Fine,” he said gruffly. “Time agents are recruited to make sure history stays the way it is. We, or rather, ~they~ use technology to make sure that someone, or something does not change history.”

“Like going back and killing Hitler?” Tosh asked.

“Exactly,” Jack pointed at her emphatically. “A very good point. Say someone goes back and kills Hitler. Who would fill the power vacuum? Maybe someone worse, maybe someone who would’ve won the war and England would be gone forever. There are ~consequences~ to changing time!”

“And chasing criminals,” Gray said.

Jack nodded, then his head snapped around. “Tell me you’re not chasing John?”

“I’m not chasing John,” she said obediently. “I’ve already caught him and he’s in a rehabilitation unit.”

“Again.”

“Again. Imagine the Agency’s surprise when he tried to exchange information on you, going on about how he knew where you were and how you were immortal.” Gray looked at her father. “I convinced them that I was the logical one to see if he was telling the truth.”

“Because they knew how much you hated me,” Jack sighed.

“When Captain Hart went back to wherever he went to,” Ianto began hesitatingly, “he mentioned that he’d found you.”

Gray swallowed hard and leaned against her father who put an arm around her shoulders. “We were running…”

Jack hushed her softly. “We were separated when she was a small child. Her father and she were carried away by a time current, though luckily we’d been aware that such a thing could happen and planned accordingly. But I couldn’t find them, even though I tried, for more years that I can remember, baby. John, back before he became an idiot, had tried to help find them as well.”

“I was so mad at you,” Gray said, tilting her head back and closing her eyes. “I was sure that you’d left us on purpose. It’s why I went against Daid and joined the agency. I wanted to find you and kick you in the balls.”

Owen and the others all laughed while Jack made a face. “What changed your mind?”

She sighed. “John. After I’d captured him he gave me the information in exchange for not bringing to light something he’d done.”

“Oh, baby,” Jack said quietly.

“I didn’t know, da. Even though Daid told me you’d never willingly have left us, we never heard from you again.”

“I would never have left either of you, never if I’d known what I know now,” Jack vowed. He glanced at his wrist and looked at her sadly. “You need to go.”

Gray sighed and pulled out her pistol, and everyone but Jack stiffened. “It’s the only way to keep you safe.”

Jack sighed and got to his feet. “Let me go over there, and make sure you get my good side.”

“Sir!” Ianto protested.

“Trust me, Ianto. It’s the only way. Gray will record it, verify it and hopefully it will convince them that I’m dead.”

“Why do we have to convince ‘em?” Owen asked.

“I can’t tell you that,” Jack said. He moved to the far wall and closed his eyes. “Go ahead, Gray.”

The team watched as Gray lifted the pistol, tears streaming down her face as her hand suddenly started to tremble. Ianto moved to her side and put his hand over hers, steadying her. “This will truly help?” he asked.

She nodded. “Is he truly immortal?” she asked in a whisper.

“He is. It will be fine.” As soon as the words left his mouth the gun thundered and Jack fell to the floor, bloodspray covering the wall behind him.

“Ohgod,” Gray gasped.

The rest of the team who’d looked away, they’d seen the show, sprung into action. Owen going over to check Jack’s vitals grimly. “Are you ready?” he asked.

She nodded and wiped her wet cheeks with her sleeve before activating her wrist unit. “Confirmation of death for…” she paused. “I cannot use his name, but the DNA will confirm his identity.” She pointed it at Jack’s body and Owen, who was kneeling beside it. “Doctor, can you confirm his death?”

“Damn it,” Owen said bitterly. “Yes. The hole in his forehead confirms it, as does the lack of pulse or respiration and the brain matter all over the wall behind us.”

“Thank you, Doctor,” she said mechanically before shutting the unit down and putting her face into her hand, weeping again.

“Let’s have some tea,” Ianto said as he gently turned her around and walked her away, Tosh and Gwen following.

“Well, that was unpleasant,” Jack said before turning to look at the mess on the wall. “In like a penny and out like a pizza, eh Owen?”

“Fuck you, you bastard,” Owen said as he helped Jack to his feet.

“How long?” Jack asked, swaying a little.

“About five minutes,” Owen replied. “Devastated your daughter, you know.”

“Can’t be helped,” Jack said, cracking his neck. He ducked his head under the faucet to quickly clean himself off before accepting the towel Owen handed him. “She’s her father’s daughter, tough as old boots. She’ll be fine.”

“Who’s Daid?” Owen asked as he leaned against the wall, watching Jack clean himself up.

Jack’s lips twisted. “Her other father. The first man I loved, the only person I had a child with.”

“Would you go back with her?”

Jack’s eyes met Owen’s in the mirror. “I can’t. And no, I can’t tell you why, either.”

“I am unsurprised by this,” Owen sniped.

“Ha ha. C’mon, I want to tell her good-bye,” Jack said and strode out of the bathing room.

Gray’s dark head shot up and she jumped up and into her father’s arms. “It’s okay,” he crooned, petting her hair as he held her tightly. “You did good, baby.”

“I’ve a message for you,” she said, lifting her head to look up at him. “It’s from Daid.”

Jack swallowed hard. “How…how is he?”

“He’s missed you, but I think he’s happy now,” she said. “Still teaching.”

“That’s because he was insane,” Jack said with a choked laugh. “Tell him…”

“I know,” she said, her blue eyes sad. “He told me to tell you that he hopes that you’re happy now.”

His head came up and he met Ianto’s eyes, and without flinching said, “I’m working on it.” He hugged her tightly, then stepped back. “A drink first, before you go,” he said and strode from the room, shoulders tight.

“He’s going to drug us,” Gwen said quietly.

Gray’s lashes glittered with tears. “I know.”

Jack watched without emotion as his daughter and his team drank their drinks. Then he set Gray’s timedevice and watched as her unconscious body disappeared into the rift. Next he arranged his team at their various desks, erased the security footage before getting himself thoroughly and completely drunk.

Ianto watched the footage, his heart hurting. He’d never understood how Jack had could be so callous about loss, but as he watched Jack getting drunk after his daughter had disappeared into the rift, he realized that there was a lot of pain bottled up in Captain Jack Harkness.

“I thought I wiped that,” Jack said from behind him.

“You did, sir, but I wrote a program to copy the security footage to a secure location in case of emergency,” Ianto said quietly, spinning in his seat to look at Jack.

Jack nodded, eyes dark. “A good idea, though perhaps a tad inconvenient for me right now.”

“I’m sorry for your loss, Jack,” Ianto said softly. He watched as Jack’s eyes squeezed shut and he was out of the chair and holding Jack in his arms in a trice as the other man broke down.

newfic-The First Time Tony Did It...NCIS slash

Mon, 21 Jan 2008 22:36:16 GMT

Title: The First Time Tony Did It...
Author: Belladonna
Email: Belladonnaf66@ yahoo.com
Permission to archive: yep
Fandom(s): NCIS
Genre (slash)
Pairing/Characters: Gibbs and Tony
Rating: FAO
Summary: Gibbs is pushed to the end of his rope.
Warnings: fluff, despite summary. Unbeta'ed
Notes: People, people. You're killing me here. Here's another fic inspired by the list. "What Tony would wear to get Gibbs attention."
Acknowledgments: to my NCIS list sibs-including MrsDinozzo and Marry and Sian and...well, you know who you are. Brats.

The first time Tony did it, Gibbs was grateful he wasn’t holding his coffee. Tight jeans, thin white button down shirt, with no undershirt which meant he could see the dark chest hair and nipples through it, sleeves rolled up to show those forearms, unshaven and sandals. Which meant bare toes. God.

Gibbs’ IQ had gone directly into his shorts and he’d had to go into the bathroom to get a hold of himself…so to speak.

The next time they’d all been called in on short notice, it had been worse. Or better, depending on your point of view. Tony had been in the same jeans, which had a rip in each knee and one high on his thigh, his battered red Ohio State jersey with the buckeye near the collar and ratty tennis shoes. Gibbs had been bewildered, Tony had been decently covered but he’d still had riotous fantasies of that damn jersey.

It was winter, and the dubious fashion show had stopped. Gibbs had relaxed, the sweaty dreams had…well, not stopped, but slowed down too. Thank God.

“Jethro?” Jenny’s sharp voice cut through his fantasies, and maybe the glass in the room, making him suppressed a wince.

“Yes, Jen. I heard you,” he said, getting to his feet. Which was a bald faced lie but she seemed to accept his answer and let him leave MTAC. He headed downstairs and was satisfied to see McGee in, since the younger man lived the closest of his team.

“Roads still bad?”

McGee jumped, then looked at him wide eyed before nodding. “Yeah, the main road really sucked. I’m glad I have 4 wheel drive.”

Gibbs nodded, satisfied and went up to get himself some coffee while waiting for the rest of his team. He’d called them in for remains found in the woods on the Naval Base, and while the remains were bones, which mean it wasn’t urgent, he wanted his team on it a.s.a.p.

Taking a sip of the coffee, he made a face and headed back out to the office area. As he rounded his desk he turned and got the shock of his day, and promptly dropped his coffee cup.

In front of him was sweet temptation dressed in black leather pants, black turtleneck, removing a black trenchcoat that had a dusting of powdery snow on the shoulders. Guh. To top it off, Tony hadn’t shaved and was scowling, and how frightening was that that Gibbs found it sexy beyond all reason. “DiNozzo! My office,” he barked, heading for the elevators, hearing Tony on his heels.

He waited until Tony stepped into the elevator before pushing the emergency stop button, then he let himself look at the other man, and Jesus Christ, now Tony was pouting. “You’ve got to stop,” he said helplessly before he grabbed Tony by the ridiculously soft sweater and slammed his mouth onto those pouting lips. He licked into the hot mouth, moaning when Tony’s tongue slipped against his, accepting everything that he gave and giving in return.

“Finally,” Tony murmured against his mouth, when he finally pulled back to breathe.

Understanding hit Gibbs like a ton of bricks as he stared into those spectacular hazel eyes. “You son of a bitch! You were ~trying~ to drive me crazy!”

Tony grinned. “Slow on the uptake there, Boss.”

“How did you know?” Gibbs asked, dumbfounded. He wasn’t aware that his hand was practically fondling Tony’s chest through the buttery soft sweater.

“Ziva said you were watching my ass,” Tony teased. He placed one of his own hands over Gibbs’ wandering one, and smirked at the flush on the older man’s face.

Gibbs cleared his throat and gently withdrew his hand. “We’ve got a case.”

“So, are we ignoring this?” Tony’s gaze was bland and non-judgmental.

“No,” Gibbs said firmly. “But it’ll have to wait after the case.”

Tony grinned brightly and leaned over to peck Gibbs on the lips, then a gentler kiss with a bit of tongue. “Deal.”

“And for God’s sake, DiNozzo,” Gibbs said harshly as moved to stand a reasonable distance before he reached for the button. “Don’t wear those pants to work ever again!”

~fin

Story Rec-Stargate Atlantis and Gilmore Girls

Sun, 20 Jan 2008 04:17:55 GMT

It sounds completely nuts, but it's the best crossover that I've read in awhile.

The premise is-Rodney McKay is Rory Gilmore's father-and the fic has a pic of the two side by side...it makes alot of sense.

http://www.tthfanfic.com/Story-15147/Mhalachai+Physics+of+the+Spin.htm

Go forth and read, really, it's amazing.

So, I've really gotten into Torchwood...

Mon, 14 Jan 2008 02:45:02 GMT

I adore John Barrowman and the rest of his team. So, of course when I have fics in other fandoms to finish, I wrote two for Torchwood. In my defense, they're short and crackfic.

links here:

Jack's Cat
http://community.livejournal.com/torchwoodslash/254569.html?style=mine#cutid1

Ain't She Sweet?
http://community.livejournal.com/torchwoodslash/255904.html?style=mine

How to Kiss a Man-NCIS slash

Sat, 12 Jan 2008 02:10:29 GMT

Title: How to Kiss a Man
Email: Belladonnaf66@ yahoo.com
Permission to archive: yep
Fandom(s): NCIS
Genre (slash)
Pairing/Characters: G/D
Rating: FRT-13
Summary: Ziva, Tony and McGee discuss an article about how to kiss a man, and Gibbs gives the practical demonstration
Warnings: unbeta'd 'cause I'm working on other stuff and wanted to post this...mea culpa-also very schmoopy. Also, wildly implausible. ..you've been warned!
Notes: sighs heavily-stupid muse wanted this.
Acknowledgments: There's a fic with a similar setting, but I can't think of it. So, whoever wrote it, thanks for the inspiration for setting.

Kaytee said..."I found this article today, and I thought it'd make great fodder for a G/D fic (with them laughing over or trying out the tips :-p ). Or even Abby and Ziva finding the article and having some fun with it.
What do you think?
Article: "How to Kiss a Man"
http://www.lifescri pt.com/channels/ healthy_living/ Life_Tips/ how_to_kiss_ a_man_top_ kissing_tips_ for_women. asp?trans= 1&du=1&gclid= CO_L7f2R75ACFUty OAodsk371A& ef_id=1350: 3:9edae49fdcecd0 6509df5e5ef3401a 1e_585897605: H76gQkGvMUIAAHB6 GqwAAAAH: 20080111213649"

So, with my own twist, evil Kaytee, here it is...

~*

“Whatcha reading, Zee-va?” Tony drawled as he draped himself over her shoulder to peer at her computer.

“How to Kiss a Man,” Ziva replied distastefully. “It was like a crashing car, I couldn’t look away.”

Tony chuckled. “We’re pretty shallow. We accept most kisses,” he said. “And the saying is it’s ‘like a trainwreck’.”

“Whatever,” she scoffed. “Look at this, ‘You need to smell good’.”

“Well,” Tony said and looked over at McGee who shrugged. “That would be nice.”

“Okay, I’ll give them one,” she said, frowning as she clicked for the next page. “Oh please, start with small gentle kisses?”

“Well, not everyone wants a man-eater, Ziva,” Tony said. He grinned at the next part and pointed with his finger. “And no drooling.”

“Oh, I once dated a girl like that,” Tim said, making a face. “It was like dating a St. Bernard.”

Tony made a face back while Ziva laughed. “Oh look, sometimes you like your faces licked!” she crowed.

“Guh, I don’t think so,” Tony replied, scandalized.

“This doesn’t look like you’re working on your reports,” Gibbs said as he walked down the stair, his omnipresent cup of coffee in his hand, blue eyes wickedly amused.

Tony abruptly straightened up. “We’re done, boss. I was just making sure that Ziva was okay, she was over here snorting.”

“You okay, Ziva?” Gibbs asked mildly.

“Yes,” she said, violently scooting her chair back to run over Tony’s foot, which made him swallow a curse.

“We were just talking about how a man wants to be kissed, boss,” McGee explained helpfully.

Tony disentangled himself from Ziva’s chair and desk, moving over to stand beside Gibbs. “It was an article that Ziva found, Boss. You know, no drooling, brush your teeth, whether we like our faces licked,” he explained and rolled his eyes at McGee. “Only if I were a dog.”

“Really,” Gibbs said. He put down his coffee on Ziva’s desk, put his hand on the back of Tony’s neck and reeled him closer. He smiled as Tony’s eyes went wide before he pressed a butterfly gentle kiss to Tony’s lips, once, twice, before licking Tony’s bottom lip and diving in for a deeper kiss. He let his tongue slide over Tony’s teeth before twining their tongues, swallowing Tony’s groan. He pulled back with another gentle kiss, brushing his lips over Tony’s jawline, letting his tongue slide up to the strong cheekbone before pulling back.

“So, what do ~you~ like, DiNozzo?” he asked huskily.

“Coffee,” Tony croaked.

Gibbs smirked and stepped back. “Good thing. Well,” he said, sweeping the shocked faces with a glance. “If you’re done, then get out of here.”

“Yes, boss,” McGee squeaked, grabbing his bookbag and he and Ziva dashed out of the office, both still big-eyed with surprise.

Tony sighed and scrubbed his face with his hands. “I’ve been poisoned, right? I’m unconscious? No, wait,” he said, pointing at Gibbs. “I’m dreaming, right?”

“It’s up to you, DiNozzo. You know where I live,” Gibbs said, before leaving Tony standing in the middle of the bullpen.

Tony blinked twice, then pinched himself. “Ow!” Then his eyes went big and he grinned. “If he likes to lick ~there~…” he said, and grabbed his stuff and hustled out. He had a date.

fin-

"Pardon My French" slashfic, FRM

Sun, 23 Dec 2007 00:54:45 GMT

Title: Pardon my French
Author: Belladonnaf66
Email: Belladonnaf66@ yahoo.com
Permission to archive: yes
Fandom(s): NCIS
Genre (slash)
Pairing/Characters: Tony/Gibbs
Rating: FRM
Summary: Tony is alot more well rounded then his co-workers realized.
Warnings: smarmy, unbeta'd stuff and not as deep as this story deserved but just a bit of fluff 'cause I don't have TIME for more deeper stuff...

Notes: Sabrina said "have seen a lot of stories in which it is mentioned one of the
reasons Tony was hired is because he is good with people. I've also
seen a lot of stories in which Kate kind of looks down on Tony because
he was "just a cop" and because of the degree he holds. I would love
to see a story in which Tony continued his education and has a
doctorate in criminal psychology. The only ones who know are Abby,
cause in my world she and Tony are bestest friends, and Gibbs, who
likes to call Tony Dr. Dinozzo when they are alone (slash) or because
he is proud of the person he thinks of as a son (gen). Ducky also
knows because he, well, he's Ducky and Ducky knows everything. Kate
and McGee end up finding out and are totally dumbfounded, stupefied,
stunned, shocked, fill in the adjective. To make matters worse, from
Kate's point of view anyway, she also finds out that Tony wrote
books/papers which were required reading for her in becoming a profiler
(under a pseudonym and with no author's picture cause that would pretty
much deep-six his undercover career).

Yeah. That's what I would like to see." So, evil wench-here's your fic. Hope that you enjoy it.

Acknowledgments: Sabrina, Kelley, Marry and all of you crazy people.

“What’s up, Doc?” Gibbs grinned as Tony rolled his eyes.

“You just never get tired of saying that, do you?”

“And you always complain about my lack of pop-culture knowledge,” Gibbs replied comfortably, moving around the couch to sit down beside his lover.

Tony chuckled and snuggled close. He was already cold and had two pair of socks, sweats, sweat-shirt and a blanket on. The flu was a bitch. “How was work?”

Gibbs laid a hand on Tony’s forehead, grimacing at the heat that radiated. “It was fine. We didn’t get called out, so McGee and Kate had a lot of time to go through the paperwork you so kindly left behind.”

“Oh, man! I had that organized!” Tony whined.

“Too bad,” Gibbs said, leaning forward to check the coffee table.

“What?” Tony asked, sounding guilty.

“You didn’t take the meds that Ducky sent, did you?”

“Um, maybe?”

“Not an answer, DiNozzo. Did you or did you not?”

“They make me feel nauseous.”

Ignoring the whine, Gibbs sighed and located the crumpled bag with the offending medications inside. “You had the ~plague~, Tony. You need to take the meds to prevent worse things happening,” he explained patiently, even though he’d heard Ducky say the same thing, a couple of days before.

“Fine,” Tony pouted, slouched down on the couch. “But you better bring me a barf bag.”

Wincing, Gibbs rolled his eyes. “Okay, I’ll check with Ducky and see if there’s a better substitute…”

“No!” Tony yelped. “It’s okay, just give me a lot of ice water and put in a dvd that will keep my mind off of it.”

“You just don’t want to explain to Ducky,” Gibbs grinned, relieved that being evil had worked. He’d played the ‘guilt, don’t want to hurt Ducky’s feelings’ card perfectly.

“Yeah, yeah,” Tony grumbled, “You played the guilt card perfectly. Be oh, so proud of your devious skills.”

Caught, all Gibbs could do was chuckle. “Busted.”

The next day Gibbs had already visited Abby to reassure her that Tony was on the mend, and was going through his own dreaded paperwork when Kate came into the office with the mail, laughing all the way.

“What’s up, Kate?” McGee asked from his desk.

“You’ll never guess!” she crowed.

“Not if you don’t tell him,” Gibbs grumped, but it didn’t dim Kate’s merriment.

“There’s a business letter here for ~Dr.~ Anthony DiNozzo!”

McGee began to chuckle. “Delivered to the wrong address, huh?”

“Seriously,” she said and chucked it onto Tony’s desk. Then frowned. “Here’s another, it’s from Georgetown .”

Tim shook his head. “Someone got on a mailing list. It happens all of the time. There may be a real Dr. DiNozzo out there and he and Tony’s mail is getting mixed up.”

“Like he’d get into Georgetown ,” Kate agreed, a bit maliciously.

“Alternately,” Ducky said, his tone starchy, “it may indeed be for our Anthony.” He walked over and dropped the files that McGee had requested onto the younger man’s desk.

“C’mon, Ducky,” Kate protested. “Tony has a degree in ~gym~. You can’t seriously believe that Tony has the determination or guts to get his Masters, much less a ~doctorate~?”

“Oh, Caitlyn,” Ducky said, disappointed. “You of all people should know better than to judge a book by it’s cover.”

Gibbs watched as McGee sat up, catching a clue, his face showing shock. “He ~does~! Tony has his doctorate and you both ~know~!”

Ducky just tutted. “You’ll have to ask him, Timothy,” he said and headed towards the elevator.

Smiling into his coffee, Gibbs took a long drink before glancing over at Kate, and catching the stricken look on her face. “Something on your mind, Agent Todd?”

“I don’t believe it,” she replied flatly.

Gibbs shrugged. “Follow the evidence.”

McGee snorted a laugh. “No way you watch CSI, boss.”

Tony wasn’t the only one who could play dumb. “What?”

“Never mind,” the younger man muttered.

Gibbs walked into the house and smiled at his Tony, sound asleep on the couch but without the bright red spots on his cheeks that had been there the previous few days. He walked over and rested the back of his hand against the sleeping man’s forehead, relieved to feel it much cooler.

“Jethro?” Tony muttered before opening his eyes slowly.

The former Marine had never considered himself much of a sap, but when Tony’s eyes got that look in them when he realized who was standing over him, well, sappy was just a word. “Hey, hot stuff. How are you feeling?”

Tony swallowed, and made a face. “Thirsty.”

“Hang on,” Gibbs said and strode into the kitchen, pulling a couple of bottled waters out of the refrigerator. He returned to Tony’s side and undid the cap of one, handing it and Tony’s medication over, watching with an eagle eye that it was swallowed. “How’s your stomach handling it?”

Tony made another face. “Not too bad. The colder the water the better I feel. Weird, huh?”

“Whatever works for you.” Gibbs ran a soothing hand over Tony’s back, not liking the way the fever was eating up the younger man’s reserves. He’d lost at least five pounds he could ill afford. Pitt was constantly on Tony to gain back the weight he’d lost the first time, and to his credit, Tony tried.

“Oh, by the way,” he said, “I think that Kate has found out your dirty little secret.”

Tony had slumped into Gibbs and was purring, so the words didn’t register for a moment. “What secret?” he asked, turning slightly so Gibbs could get at an itchy spot on his back.

Gibbs smirked and leaned forward to brush his nose against Tony’s cheek. “ Georgetown sent you a letter at the office, addressed to Dr. DiNozzo.”

“Fuck me.”

“Okay.”

Tony chuckled. “You know what I mean.”

“Yeah, you want to go f…” Gibbs broke off with a laugh when Tony shoved him over onto the couch.

Tobias blinked in surprise at his visitor. “Agent Todd?”

“Fornell,” she answered uncomfortably. “I’m looking for some information.”

The FBI agent leaned back in his chair, the buckle of his coat uncomfortably digging into his back, but there was something here that intrigued him. “And?”

Todd took a deep breath. “I’m looking into Agent DiNozzo’s background.”

“Really?” Fornell swallowed a laugh. “Don’t they have that on record over at ~your~ office?”

Her eyes narrowed. “They do, but there’s a lot blacked out, and you know something. Don’t you?”

Fornell spread his hands. “I may. What is it worth to you?”

“God,” she huffed. “What do you want?”

“Oh, a lot of things,” Tobias murmured.

“You know what? Never mind,” she snapped and turned away. “I knew this was a bad idea.”

“Wait, wait,” he said, letting his laughter slip through. “I’ll give you a clue.”

She turned and he smirked at her.

“Dr. Michel Dimont.”

“The profiler?” she asked with a frown.

“Yep,” Fornell said, he’d known she’d remember the name. “Do some research and let me know what you discover.” As soon as she left he let loose a laugh. Wasn’t she going to be surprised.

McGee dropped the book in front of his co-worker. “So, this guy is a world renowned profiler?”

Kate nodded as she picked up the book and went to the front to see what she could discover. “Mmhmm. He’s French but has lived in America most of his life. He was required reading for my studies. I was going to do a report on him but I picked Pat Brown because she was a woman, and taught herself profiling.”

“Didn’t she found that pro-bono profiling behavioral service?” Tim asked.

“Yeah, it’s called “SHE” for Sexual Homicide Exchange,” Kate replied absently, then looked up, tapping her chin with her pen. “I think that Billy Carlyle wrote the report on Dimont. Damn, where is he now?”

“Let me check,” McGee said, pulling out his PDA. After a minute he gave the phone number to Kate who immediately dialed her phone.

“Agent Carlyle, please. Billy? This is Kate Todd, we met in profiling class, oh, about a thousand years ago?”

Tim listened to his co-worker flirt and managed not to roll his eyes.

“Hey, I was wondering, I’m looking into Michel Dimont and was…what?”

The sharpness of the question made Tim glance up.

“Really, not his real name. No pictures because the man works undercover. Really. Uh huh,” Kate said and looked at Tim with mild shock in her eyes. “Right, thanks Billy. Yeah, we need to get together. Call me,” she said and hung up.

McGee watched his co-worker patiently. He could virtually see her putting together all of the pieces of the puzzle. Oh, they might not have solid proof, but 99% certainty was just as good for government work, as Tony, rather ~Dr. DiNozzo~, would say.

“I can’t believe it. I don’t believe it,” she finally said. “We ~studied~ his book, read the papers he’d published. Our instructor said that the man had unusual gift of insight into a killer’s psyche. It can’t be ~Tony~.”

Frowning, Tim gathered his words carefully. “I think that Ducky is right. We tend to buy into Tony’s public persona as the philandering playboy, rated just above the used car salesman wearing two-toned shoes. I forget,” he said, then stopped, “No, ~we~ forget that he’s a talented agent whose leaps of logic often help us solve our cases, and that he’s stellar undercover.”

“But…” Kate protested.

Tim raised his hand. “Wait a second. Is it so hard for you to believe that Tony is smart? Really?”

The former Secret Service agent gave him a dirty look before gathering her purse and books and leaving.

“Apparently so.”

Tony smiled at he flipped through his mail. It was Monday and he was finally back at work, not that the long weekend with Gibbs hadn’t been nice, he’d just been too sick to enjoy it.

“Hey, Tony,” McGee said as he went to his desk, dropping his backpack onto his desk. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I finally won’t melt into a puddle on the floor,” Tony said dryly. He dropped his mail onto his desk and had just walked around it when a furious Kate was standing before him.

“You bastard,” she said, and slapped him.

“Ow! What the fuck?” Tony asked, pissed off. He didn’t remember do anything to her.

“This!” she shook the book in his face. “You’ve lied to us, let us think you’re some job hopping, skirt-chasing jock when you’re hiding this kind of thing.”

“For your information, Agent Todd,” Gibbs said icily as he came into their office area. “I’ve known about DiNozzo’s background, as has Abby and Ducky. If you feel lied to then it’s your own fault.”

“It’s okay, Boss,” Tony said. He looked back at Kate. “I can’t believe that you ~want~ to believe that all I was the dumb skirt-chaser. Does that make you feel superior, Kate? That you were better than me?”

“This isn’t about me,” she spat.

“I think it is,” Tony said bitterly. “So, what if I’m a profiler and got some stuff published. I’ve never acted superior because of it, and I’ve never my success affect the job. And really, my past is none of your damn business, Agent Todd.” He dropped the book at her feet and turned around and headed to the elevators.

Gibbs shook his head. “Go home, Agent Todd. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

Kate made an inarticulate sound of rage, spun on her heel and stomped out.

“Holy cow!” McGee said from his desk, eyes big.

“Inconvenient truths,” Gibbs said dryly. “Don’t you have some paperwork to do, McGee?”

McGee’s mouth snapped shut and he nodded frantically. “Sure, boss.”

As soon as Abby caught sight of Tony, she made a beeline for her cabinet to grab her pig, which she handed to him with a fart.

Tony snickered and then sighed, sitting heavily onto one of her labstools. “Thanks, Abs, I knew you’d make me feel better.”

“What did Gibbs do now?” she asked, petting his hair like he was a small child.

Leaning into her touch, Tony grinned. “Wasn’t Gibbs. Kate discovered my little secret.”

“She’s mad that you’re gay?” Abby asked dangerously. She looked ready to commit mayhem.

“Relax, Killer,” Tony said teasingly. “She was mad about the whole doctorate and my image as a brainless playboy thing.”

“Oh, that’s all?” Abby said with an eyeroll. “She’ll get over it.”

“She’d better or she’s fired,” Gibbs said, coming in and tilting Tony’s face to check it over.

“It was an open handed slap, boss. Barely even hurt,” Tony assured him.

“Uh huh,” Gibbs said, rubbing his thumb gently over the red mark, “and how are you feeling?”

Tired already, Tony would admit to himself, but he straightened his shoulders. “I’m good.”

“Liar,” Abby said, sotto voce. She stuck out her tongue in retaliation to Tony’s.

“Children,” Gibbs said patiently. “If you’re done we’ve got work to do.”

Abby saluted in the British manner, “Sir, yes sir.”

Tony laughed, then yelped when Gibbs popped him on the back of the head. “Going, boss!”

Kate stared up at her bedroom ceiling, hating that she’d felt like she’d been betrayed. Tony was right, it really wasn’t any of her business what his past was but this…this was something else. She’d always felt like she was a head above and a step ahead of Tony, a little smug and superior, and he was right. Her pride was seriously hurt.

That and she felt like a failure as a profiler. Her doorbell ringing made her jolt in surprise. The person at her door was even more of a surprise.

“Tony?”

“Hey,” he said with a small smile. “Let me take you out for some ridiculously priced coffee or something so we can talk.”

Looking into his eyes, all Kate saw was easy acceptance, and felt even more like a heel. “Let me get my purse.”

At the coffee shop, Kate let herself check Tony out with professional eyes for the first time. He’d picked their seats, in a corner with his back facing the wall so he could see every entrance, eyes alert but not overly wary. Plus, the corner would keep their conversation secure in the noisy café. He had automatically flirted with the young barista, but now Kate could see it was a superficial behavior, no real intent behind it.

“Frou frou coffee for you,” Tony said with a grin, placing her cup with its abundant whip cream in front of her, “and Blue Hawaiian with cinnamon, sugar and cream for me.”

“And you call mine frou frou?” she teased, and was rewarded by a bright smile.

They both sipped their drinks, then Kate put hers down and looked at her hands folded on the table. “I’m sorry I lost my mind this morning.” A hand covering hers made her glance up to see sympathy and a little humor on Tony’s face.

“Everything you knew about me was turned upside down, I get that. But I’m the same guy, more or less.”

“No, you’re not!” Kate insisted. “You’re better than me, now.”

“Hah,” Tony said and leaned back to pick up his coffee. “You’ve taken what I wrote and ran with it, Agent Todd. You are a very talented profiler, make no mistake. It’s just I was too close, there’s no shame in that.” He drank his coffee, then set it down. “I carefully cultivate this persona because almost ~no one~ looks beneath the surface. It works for me and I can get a lot more information because of it.”

Kate nodded slowly. “I can see that, I suppose. But why hide everything else?”

Tony grimaced. “I don’t hide it, per se. You know that Michel gives guest lectures, right?”

She blinked. “I’d forgotten. How do you do that? We may not be respected but we’re pretty well known in the government community.”

“I go undercover as my alter ego. No one has figured it out yet,” Tony grinned. “Well, except Fornell.”

Frowning, Kate considered what she’d heard over the years. “But, but he’s in a wheelchair, and wears glasses!”

“Yep,” Tony said with a smirk.

Kate laughed and shook her head. “Son of a bitch.”

Tony laughed with her, then sighed. “One more thing, and then you’ll know more about me than most.”

Almost eagerly, she put down her drink and eyed him. “Okay, shoot.”

“I’m gay and I’m living with Gibbs.”

Kate blinked, then snorted. “Tony, be serious.”

“Kate…”

Suddenly she was studying him with her profiler’s eyes, and saw everything in front of her. Gibbs popping Tony in the back of the head, and Tony’s snarl when she’d tried it. Gibbs’ concern with Tony’s health. His melt-downs when Tony went missing and absolute refusal to believe that Tony had died. “Oh. My. God.”

“Welcome to NCIS, Agent Todd.”

“Oh. My. God!” she said with awe. “You must be a ~Saint~!”

Not what he’d been expecting, Kate’s response sent Tony into gales of laughter.

Gibbs glanced up when the door opened and frowned. “I expected you to be home.”

Tony tossed his blazer onto the chair with a smile. “You knew where I was.”

The older man checked his lover over and relaxed. Tony’s shoulders were loose and he had a genuinely happy smile on his face. “You and Kate sort everything out?”

With a chuckle, Tony flopped down beside him on the couch and gave him a tender, lingering coffee flavored kiss that had him leaning in for more.

“Ah ah, later.”

The heated promise in Tony’s eyes made Gibbs squirm. “So?”

“~She~ thinks I’m a saint for being with you!” Tony boasted.

Gibbs snorted. “She’ll have to wait in line, Ducky, Abby and Tobias have all said the same thing. None of them realizes what you put ~me~ through.”

“You don’t mind that I told her?” Tony asked softly.

“I trust you, Tony. If you thought she needed to know then I’m fine with it,” Gibbs said simply.

Tony gazed at him for a long moment, then stood and held out his hand. “Come on, let’s go do the horizontal mambo.”

Gibbs grinned and took the hand, letting the younger man pull him to his feet. “Good, maybe I can convince you to use your French.”

“Oo la la, mon ami…” Tony purred with a really bad French accent as he pulled Gibbs behind him, the bedroom door closing on their laughter.

~fin

*~*

Celebrated 20th Anniversay last night!

Thu, 20 Dec 2007 19:40:46 GMT

20 years...seems like 200? lol

My husband was so sweet. He had planned everything out (usually he buys stuff the day of...) and was so nervous. Turned out he'd bought my gift in Indiana, and left it in his hotel room, not remembering until he was already at the airport. He predicatably freaked but it was lucky a co-worker was checking out later and between him and the hotel they retrieved it.

Then we were both so exhausted when he finally got home, we took a nap. Then we got up and started racing around to get ready for our date, because he had to pick up my gift from his friend, and get gas because the car was empty! We were only 15 minutes late to our reservation to the newest fancy restaurant in Greenville called 'High Cotton'. (valet parking by children included-lol)

We were seated and hubby asked the maitre'd 'where were the flowers?'. Apparently he'd ordered flowers (isn't he sweet?) and they hadn't been delivered. The man was apologetic and we got complimentary champaigne, so that was nice.

Anyway, I opened up my present and it was a diamond band that fits around my diamond solitaire *squee*-it looks wonderful , though it needs to be sized. I have large fingers.(sigh)

After a lovely dinner, we rushed out of the restaurant to head to my hubby's next item on his list...which turned out to be a romantic carriage ride of the downtown! I mean, how sweet was that? It was cold but the driver had a fleece blanket and we rode around and listened to the history of the downtown -sidenote: Joel Poinsett had a summer house in downtown Greenville and he was the one who hybridized the flower from Mexico (he's been the ambassador to Mexico) and voila! We have the Poinsettia!

Anyway-afterwards we went home and went straight to bed...(^^)

A wonderful anniversary...another 40 to go!

~I have to work tonight (rats, wanted to get ring sized)~

Now I need to do laundry. and write while I have time.

A reworking of "Let it Snow" as sung by Jack O'Neill

Sun, 16 Dec 2007 02:07:06 GMT

Happy Holidays to all, may you be warm and snuggly in your homes!

"Let it Snow"

Oh, the weather outside is frightful,

But Daniel feels so delightful,

And since we've no place to go (no work!!)

Let it Snow! Let it Snow! Let it Snow!

~

It doesn't show signs of stoppin'

I brought some corn for poppin'

the lights are turned way down low (yeah, baby)

Let it Snow! Let it Snow! Let it Snow!

~

When we finally kiss good night

Hell, no I'm not leaving Daniel alone in the storm!

Because he's really holdng me tight

All the night long we'll be warm!

~

The fire is slowly dyin'

And m'dear, we're still goodbyin' (so that's what they're calling it now...lol)

But as long as Danny loves me so

Let it Snow! Let it Snow! Let it Snow!

(apologies to Sammy Cahn and Jule Styne-wink)

sidenote: I wrote this for Devra last year and wanted to post it here.

newfic-Retirement the Easy Way...(Stargate)

Sat, 24 Nov 2007 02:42:17 GMT

Title: Retirement the Easy Way
Author: Belladonna
Author's Website: hello, you're here
Category: Drama, Humor, future-fic/end of season 10
Warnings: mild slash J/D
Summary: Jack wants to retire, but has roadblocks placed in his way.
Disclaimer: (Not mine, just playing with them)

*~*

clicky thing here...

http://www.area52hkh.net/asb/belladonna/retireme.php

newfic-Tony's Book NCIS

Sat, 24 Nov 2007 02:36:21 GMT

Title: Tony's Book-written for the challenge on LJ, which was the word 'Book'
Author: Belladonna
Email: Belladonnaf66@ yahoo.com
Website:no
Permission to archive: yes
Fandom(s): NCIS
Genre (slash)
Pairing/Characters: Gibbs/Tony
Rating:FRM
Summary: We learn about Tony's Little Black Book
Warnings:um, it's ~slash~
Notes: I wrote this for CapeCodGirl, who is even now enduring the remnants of Hurricane Noel
Acknowledgments: All of you lovely listsibs

~*~

Tony reaches into the back of the bedside table drawer and his fingers hit on something. He pulls it out and has to ride the wave of nostalgia.

It’s his little black book.

Inside are the numbers of women, beautiful women, brunettes, blondes-both real and artificial (including their breasts), and even red-heads enough that Gibbs would approve.

“What’s that?”

Tony jerks in surprise and glances over his shoulder, having to smile at the sleepy eyed, silver haired ~man~ that’s sharing his bed. “I thought you were sleeping.”

“I was but your thinkin’ woke me up,” Jethro says gruffly, stretching and scratching his chest in a thoroughly distracting fashion. It kinda makes Tony want to drool.

“So, what is that?” his lover reiterates somewhat impatiently.

Tony smiles as he looks back down at the book. “It’s nothing,” he says honestly, and lets it drop into the wastebasket beside the bed. It wasn’t like he’d ever need it again anyway.

“C’mere.” A strong arm snakes around his waist and pulled him tight against a flat and furry chest, and Tony closes his eyes and smiles, because none of the women had this kind hold on his heart the way that the ex-Marine behind him does.

~fin

Newfic-You Can Never Go Home

Sat, 24 Nov 2007 01:54:27 GMT

This is a Battlestar Galactica (new series-old one was better btw) Stargate and Atlantis crossover.

Jack and Daniel are an established couple, but the slash is mild, it's the journey that they take with the Galactican's that's the story.

Major Cast of Characters-

General Jack O'Neill, former commander of the Stargate program now living in Wash. DC (watch Stargate)

Dr. Daniel Jackson, archeologist, anthropologist and linguist for the Stargate program. (watch Stargate)

Admiral William Adama, one of the leaders of the survivors of the massacre and head of the Battlestar Galactica

President Laura Roslin, elected President of the remnants of the last tribes of Kobol.

Major Lee 'Apollo' Adama, Viper pilot, son of Admiral Adama, married but in love with a fellow pilot, Starbuck.

Captain Kara 'Starbuck' Thrace, Viper pilot and married to Sam Anders and is very religious.

Vice President Tom Zarek, not very religious he was a seditionist and was in jail for terrorism before the massacre. On board he was elected by a majority as VP.

If you're not familiar with Battlestar Galactica, it's a sci fi show that has the (50,000) survivors of a massacre desperately looking for Earth because their history says it's where they're from originally. They're in their rag tag fleet of space ships-including Battlestars (hence the name) fleeing from the Cylon's-robots that they themselves created which became sentient, and tried to kill their creators. Sound familiar (can we say Replicators or Alterans? I knew we could)

One of the Battlestar Galactica pilot's inadvertantly gets into trouble and gets rescued by Atlantis's AG-1 team, which has Colonel Sheppard, Dr. Rodney McKay, Teyla of Athos and Ronon of Sateda. The survivors don't realize how tantalizingly close that they are to Earth, until told they can't go there. As a compromise, and so they understand ~why~, General Jack O'Neill and Dr. Daniel Jackson lead four of the Galactican's in a whirlwind tour of Earth...this is their story.

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http://www.area52hkh.net/asb/belladonna/youcanne.php

Megasnake-aka Sci Fi on crack- spoilers under cut

Sun, 26 Aug 2007 19:57:26 GMT

Spoilers and ficlet under the cut

Okay, it had gore and bad accents and alot of Michael Shanks, which makes up for the other stuff. Here's a fic that I had to write-

ficlet-Megasnake Nightmares
author: Belladonnaf66@ yahoo.com
summary: Um, Daniel has a nightmare. Mild humor.
warning: Spoilers for Sci'fi's Megasnake with Michael Shanks
pairing: J/D
rating: pg-13

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Daniel sat up with a gasp, his hand running over his face like he was trying to wipe something disgusting off.

The bedside lamp clicked on. "Danny?"

Daniel blinked frantically for a moment, then threw himself onto Jack, who oofed in surprised but didn't complain. (hell, who would?)

"Ohgod, Jack! I had the ~worst~ nightmare! My name was Lester and I was a sleazebag with a really bad southern accent. My parents went to some church where they used snakes during their worship service and my father died after getting bit and I was deathly afraid of snakes after."

Jack petted Daniel's hair, trying not laugh at the name 'Lester'. "That's reasonable. What happened next?"

"Oh, I had a stupid brother who loved snakes and he somehow got this genetically engineered one from a Cherokee Shaman," Daniel said, and lifted up his head to peer at Jack indignantly, "There was fake Native American stuff everywhere, it was embarassing! "

Suppressing a snicker, Jack patted Daniel reassuringly. "Tell me what happened next?"

Daniel let his head drop to Jack's shoulder. "Then the jar with the snake broke and it began to grow huge, eating everyone it came across, including my stupid brother, my mom, the cat and dog and all of the chickens before it moved on to the neighbors."

Jack was feeling hard-pressed not to chuckle but managed to hold back. "And?"

"According to the Cherokee shaman you had to not show fear to the snake because that's what it survived on..."

"Huh, sounds like other snakes I know," Jack put in, laughing when Daniel thumped his forehead down. "Sorry, please continue."

"Well, it headed to the county fair and started to eat the fairgoers," Daniel continued even though Jack laughed even more. "Shut up. To make a long story short I faced it down and it swallowed me whole and I had to cut me and my girlfriend out from the inside. It was ~disgusting~ ."

"Aw, Danny. It was only a dream," Jack said through his chuckles. "And I know you're not even remotely scared of the snakes we deal with so you're gonna be okay."

Daniel huffed an indignant sigh, but couldn't stop the smile. Just telling Jack the dream had taken away the dread and he could even see the ridiculousness of it. "Thanks for being here," he said softly, kissing his best friend and lover sweetly.

Jack reached out and turned off the light. "Anytime, Lester. Go to sleep."

"Jack."

A snort. "Sorry."

"Uh huh."

"Lester the molester."

*smack*

"Geez, Danny, take it easy."

"Go. To. Sleep."

"Sir, yes, sir."

Funny fic written with a random story generator-NCIS fandom

Mon, 23 Jul 2007 04:39:47 GMT

You go to this site

http://www.prillalar.com/drabbles/

fill it in and get your 'fic'.. Hilarious! Here's mine below-

The Astounding Stranger

The sun was high and the trees stirred lightly in the breeze. Gibbs strode along the path, making for Caring Castle with all speed. Hidden from the eyes of man and beast, he carried the Ginourmous Badge, which no other must touch until it could be delivered into the safekeeping of the Wizard Arm.

A rustling of the dried leaves beside the path gave him warning and he drew his fantastic nightstick just in time to face the shiny man who flew at him with such grace that he was almost dazzled.

The man struck lovingly, and Gibbs barely raised his nightstick to meet the attack. They fought long and blindly until all the air rang with the sound of their conflict.

At last, Gibbs found himself forced to one knee, the man's nightstick pressed to his handsome ass. "I am Tony of Caring Castle," he said. "You are an unworthy guardian for the Ginourmous Badge. Prepare yourself, for I am about to send you on the ship."

But Gibbs had been waiting for such a chance and, bringing up his nightstick with a twist, overpowered Tony and pinned him to the ground. "What say you now?" Gibbs said, looking down upon him.

Tony's leg shimmered like the sun that shines over the sea. "I have underestimated you, Gibbs. I was sent to test your fitness for this task. To you I pledge my loyalty...and more."

Gibbs's desire was enflamed. His ass throbbed and all his thoughts were to hug Tony like a cat. Gibbs caressed Tony's hot leg and he responded. They came together tightly, and their joining was as bejeweled as their battle, and also much louder.

"Ah, my sweet car!" Gibbs groaned and hugged Tony as smartly as he could.

"Ouch!" he yelled. "What the hell is that?"

"Oh," Gibbs said. "That's where I put the Ginourmous Badge for safekeeping. Sorry."

When they had finished their romp, they drowsed throatily on the grass, forgetful of all but their beauteous love. "We will stay together forever," Tony said, and they began all over again.

And so it was that the Wizard Arm never got the Ginourmous Badge and the forces of evil overwhelmed the land and nobody was happy ever again, at least until the sequel came out.

Re My Son the Alien fics

Tue, 10 Jul 2007 19:42:35 GMT

Instead of posting them all here, just follow the links at the bottom of the page as Area 52. (slaps self on forehead)

Easier for everyone and you don't have to wait for me to post here...

*sighs* sometime's I'm too clever for my own good...lol

My Son the Alien pt7

Tue, 10 Jul 2007 19:39:53 GMT

link here-

Punishment...and punishment

http://www.area52hkh.net/asb/belladonna/mysont08.php

Numb3rs fic-What Charlie Believes

Sun, 08 Jul 2007 14:40:19 GMT

Title: What Charlie Believes...
synopsis-written for the Ianedgerton group. Charlie's pov about the friends in his life. mild slash
pairing: Ian and Charlie
Sorry for the posting-I tried to lj cut it 6 times but now am going to post it like this before I commit homicide. Thank you very much. I even went to faq and everything-I just think I'm slow this morning.

Charlie adores Amita. She’s brilliant, a worthy disciple to mathematics. And he loves her soul, so innocent and pure.

Charlie idolizes Larry. He’s a virtuoso of the mathematics field, Charlie’s mentor, and Charlie’s best friend. He’s also a few pieces of chalk short of a full box, but Charlie loves him anyway.

Charlie loves Don. His big brother is brilliant in his own way, can read people and read the bad guys and put the pieces of a puzzle together almost as fast as Charlie can.

Charlie admires Megan. She’s brilliant in her own right, and a steadfast friend, someone to have in your corner. She also thinks that Larry is sweet, which makes her a saint in his book.

Charlie respects David. Anyone who can put up with Don as a boss and still have a sense of humor ~and~ do well at his job? Well, you can’t ~not~ respect a man who can do it all and still be sane.

Charlie liked Colby. He’d liked his smile, and his earnestness at listening when Charlie presented his math. He misses him, and still hasn’t been able to deal with the betrayal of this man who he’d thought was his friend.

Ian stands in the doorway to Charlie’s office, frowning when he sees the shadows in Charlie’s eyes. “Hey,” he says quietly.

Charlie trusts Ian Edgerton. He’s a man that’s tough, a formidable man, an expert sniper, but above all, he’s someone Charlie can trust with his pain. “Hey, what are you doing here?”

“I heard about Granger,” Ian said simply. And Charlie understands that there isn’t a case, that Don hasn’t called him, but Ian is there for him because he cares.

“I’m glad,” Charlie smiles and walks into Ian’s waiting arms.

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Wed, 27 Jun 2007 22:21:47 GMT

My Son the Alien part 6

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Sun, 24 Jun 2007 16:14:59 GMT

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