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08 April 2007 @ 08:57 pm
SG-1 Ficlets  
Written for medie's Kissin' a Fool Challenge, here are the last two comment drabble/ficlet things:




She finds the first rose on top of her work bench in her lab. There's a tag on it that says, "Your locker." It's unsigned and typewritten, but really, who else can it be from? She holds it to her nose. There's still a little fragrance in it, though the bloom is a lush variety bred for its burgundy color and long stem.

It's not Valentine's Day or her birthday. As she carries the rose with her to the locker room, she tries to think of the anniversary this might be -- it's not the day they met, it's not the date they first went through the gate together, and it's definitely not their first real date. Frowning a little in curiosity, she opens her locker to find the expected second rose inside. There's another note attached, directing her to the control room.

If he sends her all over the damn base to collect twelve she's going to kill him.

Walter sees her come in and grins. He points to a vase on the side table holding six more. "Colonel Mitchell left them there, Colonel." The note sends her to Daniel's office. She puts her other two roses into the vase and carries it up again.

Daniel has another one and he's grinning like a little boy bursting with a secret. "Here you go, Sam."

"Daniel, what's this about?" she asks, hoping she can pry it out of him, but he shakes his head adamantly and sends her on her way.

"You'll find out." Sometimes Daniel can be too smug, she thinks darkly as she leaves.

She goes to the commissary and finds Vala with another. "Did Cam tell you why he's doing this?" she asks Vala, who mimes zipping her lips.

"I'm not telling. But it's very romantic, isn't it?" Vala's practically bouncing with glee. "Go. He's waiting."

Teal'c is there, and he bows his head, very serious, but there's a grin lurking at his mouth. "Colonel Carter, I have the honor of presenting you with this," he hands her the eleventh rose for her vase.

She doesn't bother to try to get the secret out of Teal'c.

Entering the Gateroom, she sees Cam standing in front of the ramp, Stargate framing him. He's wearing full dress blues holding the twelfth rose. She pauses -- this isn't an anniversary. He smiles, glad to see her, but he seems nervous too.

She looks around. They're alone.

"I take it that's for me?" she asks, coming close. He nods and hands the last rose to her. "Thank you, they're beautiful. What's the occasion?"

He clears his throat. "Hopefully a special one," he answers. "Um, Sam -- oh here, put it down," he sets the flowers down on the floor. He straightens again and his blue eyes meet hers. He takes a deep breath and starts again. "We've been friends a long time, and teammates for more than three years. Recently we've become more than friends, and that's made me very happy. I've come to know you better than I ever did before, and every day I think I fall in love with you just a little bit more. I would like to hope that you share my feelings. And well..." he goes down to one knee, looking up at her earnestly, "Samantha Carter, will you marry me?"

Even though she expected this when she saw him in Class-A's, somehow the question still takes her by surprise and steals her breath. She looks down at him, and he's holding up a ring in his fingers. Suddenly she's smiling but her eyes are warm with growing tears, and her chest feels tight with the sheer happiness welling inside her. "Yes. Oh God, yes, Cam."

"Really?" he lets out a breath of relief and grins. Still kneeling he takes her left hand and gently slides the ring on her finger. "It was my mother's. If you don't like it, we can pick something else."

She lifts her hand to look at it. It's simple - one diamond set into a rope of gold, but it's beautiful and somehow it fits perfectly. "I love it. And I love you." She pulls him back to his feet, "Thank you for doing it here, like this," she whispers as she twines her arms around his neck. "This is the best surprise I've ever had."

"I'm glad," he murmurs back right before he kisses her. The Stargate stays quiet, giving them their moment of joy.




And just to show that the fluff quotient of the previous is anomalous, I bring you the double evil of Bad!Methos and Baal!

(ha, betcha couldn't see that pairing coming... though it's very compelling. But it's PG.)



Destroyer of Worlds, HL/SG-1, PG, Methos/Baal

Methos heard the voice on the television, and even though the volume was low, the recognition went through him like fire licking his skin. He turned his head and saw the familiar face. It wasn't exactly the same as he remembered -- the beard tended to come and go, as he recalled, but it was him. He was talking about some corporate merger that Methos tuned out, just to look at him.

It had been so long. So many years. But it was as if those thousands of years were mere days - Baal was back.

It was easy enough to find the headquarters of Hammel Industries. Dropping the word "Methos" on the assistant was enough to get him ushered into an audience.

The office was large and brightly lit, modern in the chrome and glass so fashionable these days. There was a large wooden desk in front of the picture window, but Ba'al wasn't seated at it -- instead, he received Methos from the couch against the wall, beneath the immense and expensive Pollock original. He was wearing a business suit, not the heavy and gold-embroidered royal cloak that Methos remembered, but the eyes still burned with same dark fire that pulled at the shadowed, broken shards of what had been Methos' soul.

Baal smiled with genuine pleasure, "Methos. It is you. I hoped you still lived." His accent held a trace of the old tongue and the sound of it was a touch of home across millenia.

He held out his hand, and Methos knelt to take it, pressing his lips to the back. "My lord. I'm the last of your Horsemen, but I still serve."

Baal's free hand caressed his cheek. Methos closed his eyes and leaned into the touch, remembering nights and days of giving and taking, passion and pain and death all become one fire. Only Baal had ever given him everything he needed.

"I've missed you, my Death," he murmured. "We shall do great things together again."



'kay. That's enough of those things, though they're very addictive. I have a story drafted out of one of those prompts, but it's either longer or shorter than what I have and requires some work. This week RL has been kicking my ass, but next week should go back to normal. I hope.
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Helenshelsmeta on January 8th, 2008 08:04 pm (UTC)
Oh. Oh my. I actually got here via rydra_wong's comment on this post, where I asked the Internets for Methos/Ba'al slash and ohmygod it exists! :D So you're not the only one who thinks that pairing is compelling! I loved this ficlet.
lizardbeth: Baal eatinglizardbeth_j on January 8th, 2008 08:58 pm (UTC)
*waves* I've seen you around on metafandomed things, maybe? erm, anyway your icon is very distinctive. *g* At first I thought your comment was on something I'm tracking, then I realized it was to me! *g* Just goes to show that even stuff one thought was long buried will still get read, even on lj.

Thank you. I'm a big Baal fanatic (see my header, if you haven't). And it's such a perfect twisty pairing, I was positively gleeful when it hit me.

Should the Internets gift you with another pointer, please share! I'd love to read it.
Helenshelsmeta on January 10th, 2008 10:24 pm (UTC)
Metafandom... possibly? Once in a blue moon or so I end up commenting on something. :) I am told the icon is memorable. I <3 it. :)

And yes, LJ is great for people finding fic from many moons ago -- usually right when you least expect it. :D

I did indeed see the header! LOVE. I haven't seen nearly enough of Ba'al in fic, but I now have my eyes open for more. :D
lizardbeth: Baal-roachlizardbeth_j on January 11th, 2008 09:28 pm (UTC)
or maybe I've seen you comment in places I mostly lurk in gate-fandom. Anyhoo, it's a cute and yes, memorable icon.

I have one other Baal story, a Sam/Vala/Baal set during Insiders. It's a fairly hard NC-17 if that's your cuppa. Games People Play (/self-pimp)

I'm writing an AU to S.8 that features Baal quite heavily, more in a slash context, but it's not finished yet. :(

*pause to check your place* OMG, you should've self-pimped yourself! Cam/BAAL! Squee! *friends*