The SGA Gen Comment-A-Thon Pt. 1

[kriadydragon]

To kick off the new year I present to you a challenge - the SGA gen comment-a-thon challenge (yeah, changed the title. I just really didn't like “non-kink meme.”) There are no due dates, no end dates, so feel free to participate whenever you want.

Rules: You'll be presented with a list of prompts. The challenge, should you choose to accept it...

Readers: Pick a prompt from the list below – only one – and request a story based on that prompt using the following format:

Prompt:
Characters:
Request:
Don't want:

Writers: Pick a request and comment with a story or pick a prompt from the list and comment directly with a story. Posting a story in your own journal or elsewhere is allowed so long as you comment here with the link. Please put the title of your story and/or (should you not have a title yet) rating in the comment header. If you are commenting directly with a prompt of your choosing, please put the prompt at the start of the story (Ex. Prompt: *your prompt here*). Also please warn for anything you feel should be warned for (blood, violence, torture, etc) at the start of the story.

But here is the catch: The story must be gen. Gen, for this meme, are stories that do not focus on a pairing nor anything sexual, though acknowledging canon pairings is fine so long as they are not the focus.

Permitted:
Aus
Crossovers
Commenting with a link to the story
Any questions you may have (just please put “question” in the header).
Posting Anonymously

Not Permitted:
Real people fiction
slash
het
Anything sexual (ex. non-con, off-screen sex, etc).

Prompts:

Bondage
handcuffs/chains/ropes
slavery
drugs/drugging
fetishes
role playing
humiliation
cuddles
dominate
subversive
whipping
beating
messy
dress up
pets
petting
hugging
animals
de-age
body alteration
touch
taste
toys
tentacles
bed sharing

Remember, all stories must be gen.

This meme is all about having fun, so have fun with it :D

ETA: Please post all new requests in Part two of the comment-a-thon. Link to part two can be found below. Thank you.

Click here for part two of the comment-a-thon

Comments

[zoemathemata.livejournal.com]

Prompt: cuddles!
Characters:Ronon and Rodney
Request: Turns out both Ronon and Rodney are rampant sleep-cuddlers when off world. John and Teyla make them bunk together so they can cuddle each other.
Ronon and Rodney are both totally okay with this.
Don't want: Shrug. I'm cool with anything.
Side note - I hope I did this correctly! LMK if I didn't!

[sholio]

Adorable prompt! I wrote a fic for it, but it overran the comment limit by quite a lot, so I'm posting it over at my LJ.

Sleeping Arrangements - 2500 wds, team

[(Anonymous)]

Prompt: drugs/drugging
Characters: Team (+ Lorne, Carson, Elizabeth if possible)
Want: Shep Whump with Kolya/Genii as the bad guys... maybe a different post-Common Ground confrontation since 'Irresponsible' was so disappointing... but it's up to you
Don't Want: unhappy ending, major whump of anyone but Sheppard

[emotionless-1.livejournal.com]

Prompt: bed sharing
Characters: John, Teyla, Ronon, Rodney
Request: Team arrives back in Atlantis after a long OW mission. Cue exhaustion, maybe a little hurt, to find heating in Atlantis is not working. Very cold and team gathers one at a time to share someones bed for warmth. Maybe Lorne or Elizabeth comes looking for them and finds a very sweet puppy pile!
Don't want: Woolsey or Rodney dragged away to fix heating problem.

It was a dark and wintry night... 1/2

[tari-roo.livejournal.com]

There is only one thing worse than mud, and it is cold mud. The kind of mud created from intermittent snow fall, boggy marsh and flooded fields. It all added up to a quagmire of misery and potential hypothermia.

There wasn’t much to sell PXC675 on, it was wet and muddy 99% of the time. But it had wicked huge crops of stuff so similar to wheat that it saved Atlantis more money in the effort of bargaining for their harvest than the cost of shipping flour out on the Deadalus. And that included making it into flour in the nifty ancient labour saving devices, or NALSDs.

Trade negotiations concluded, quagmire navigated and spirits dampened, Team Sheppard stepped through the wormhole event horizon into a decided chilly reception. And for once it wasn’t as a result of a failure to complete paperwork, a belated prank or bad news, but genuinely because there was no heat. At all.

PXC675 was on a diurnal rotation opposite to Atlantis, so it was already after midnight Atlantis time as they left the soggy sunshine behind them. Add to that the fact that New Lantea was in the middle of winter and it made for a cold and dim welcome home.

“What the hell?”

Chuck, wrapped in a parka he had probably last used in Antarctica, stood and shouted in the frosty air, “Sorry, sir. Minor glitch in the system.”

Burrowing down into his damp jacket, Sheppard groused, “How in the hell is this minor? Rodney?”

McKay however was staring at the dark room, his breath foggy in the air, a stunned disbelieving expression on his face even as his fingers ran over his tablet without conscious effort. He was mouthing a soundless litany of ‘No, no, no, no, no....”

“Yes, Rodney, Yes! Did I not warn you?” An abominable Czech, wrapped in so much heavy snow gear that only his glasses were visible amidst the fake fur stepped out of the gloom like an apparition.

Rodney was still shaking his head, fingers operating in complete independence as his stunned gaze turned to Zelenka. “I fixed this, I swear I did, I fixed this!”

“No, Rodney, you thought you did. I told you it couldn’t be that easy to turn off scheduled maintenance, but the great Rodney McKay is never wrong!” Zelenka crowed, a bemittened finger jabbing at Rodney.

Shivering in earnest, Sheppard pulled Teyla towards him, wrapped an arm around her and said, “Somebody better start explaining quick, before Ronon shoots some... thing.”

Ronon’s long leather coat was creating a puddle beneath them all and he looked.... itchy, or rather his finger did.

Rodney stammered and Zelenka chirped in smoothly, “Atlantis has scheduled maintenance runs, which include shutting everything down at least every 2 years. On Old Lantea the complete shut down of power and heating was scheduled in summer. When we came to New Lantea, the seasonal cycle did not match up and now... we are in the middle of winter without power or heating.”

John however immediately leapt to a more immediate concern, “What about the shield and chair?”

“Emergency power, still operational.”

“And you can’t...”

“No, we tried. Have been trying, are still trying but Rodney was oh so sure that he’d...”

Rodney finally gathered himself enough to yell, “Oh and like you don’t make mistakes, Mr Pigeon’s Make Wonderful Pets!”

If Zelenka was embarrassed it was impossible to tell under all the layers. Instead he ignored that and said calmly, “Mr Woolsey has ordered everyone to the dining area where the Marines have constructed a bonfire and we are huddling for warmth.”

And that didn’t sound too bad.

(cont in part 2)

It was a dark and wintry night 2/2

[tari-roo.livejournal.com]

Part 2

Until John and his now icy team reached the canteen and saw the fire. It was tiny, controlled and barely big enough to light the room. There were cups of coffee, hot chocolate and tea on offer but that was it. Most of the good spots were gone, the floor an array of sleeping bags and blankets , like an artificial landscape.

Decidedly down about the situation, Sheppard and co traipsed off their quarters for dry clothes. Zelenka grabbed his fourth cup of coffee and sat down to wait for Rodney, so that he could berate him some more. After about 20 minutes, he began to wonder what was taking so long and if Rodney was that embarrassed that he would prefer to freeze to death than take the abuse.

After 35 minutes, Zelenka wondered if they had perhaps got lost in the dark, and immediately dismissed that with a laugh.

By 45 minutes, he got a little worried. After an hour, he decided to go check on them, so he did.

Flash light at the ready, Zelenka headed towards Rodney’s quarters, knocked and found them empty. Ronon was next and empty too. Teyla was the next logical stop, but a vague notion bloomed in his head and he headed towards Sheppard’s quarters.

His knock was unanswered, and when he triggered the door release, the rush of warm air was invigorating. “Shut the door!”

Rodney’s voice was muffled and as Zelenka stepped in and shut the door behind him, he felt his face warm in the ambient heat. An odd Ancient device was sitting on Sheppard’s desk generating a lovely heat. Sheppard’s bed had been pushed to one side and the entire team were collapsed on the floor, wrapped in a combination of military issue blankets, furry rugs from Ronon’s quarters and soft wool quilts from Teyla’s.

And it looked damned cosy.

Teyla and Sheppard had somehow lucked out by getting the middle spots and only Sheppard’s dark hair was visible over the all the blankets. Rodney was glaring at Zelenka, lying closest to the door, daring him to comment. Ronon was snoring loudly, and seemed to have pulled a hat over his dreads.

“What?” Rodney, the only one awake snapped.

And Zelenka thought.

He thought about the potential material for mockery, long running gags and office memos. He thought about all the times Rodney had berated him, mocked him and derided him. And he thought about how cold his toes were, despite three layers of socks, and that the tip of his nose was frozen and that he was still damn, damn cold.

“Move over, Rodney.”

“What, no! Go away.”

“Move over now and I won’t tell anyone.”

Rodney glared, he glared like he had never glared before, before shuffling up and making room for Zelenka.

The small Czech stripped off the top layers and then climbed down into the layered blankets and instantly sighed, “Gah, so good, so warm!”

Rodney grumbled and shifted and nudged Teyla, who then moved more into Sheppard who absently threw an arm over her, realised it was freezing out of the blanket and pulled it back under the covers and then pulled her close.
And Zelenka? Zelenka took great delight in shuffling closer to Rodney, much to the man’s dismay and saying, “Good night, Rodney.”

“G’night Rodney, nite Teyla,” murmured Sheppard.

“Good night, Sheppard. Good night, Ronon.”

“Shut up!”
*
Fin

AN: Am I supposed to answer more than one prompt? (shrugs) Shout if I'm not.

[ellenoz.livejournal.com]

Prompt : bed sharing
Characters : John, Rodney, Ronon and Carson
Request : Offworld, cut off from stargate (prefer only short time, say overnight) Sheppard suffering after effects of heavy blood loss... depressed bp and low body temp but still stubbornly doing what he has to do. Carson finally insists John rest, and once he is asleep, asks Rodney to sleep next to John to elevate his body temp. Sheppard waking up with Rodney drool on him would be extra funny
Don't Want: Rodney being eager to help, or anything too emotional, snark is good.
Thanks to anyone kind enough to take this on ...

What happens on MX-392 Stays on MX-392 (PG) - Pt. 1

[kriadydragon.livejournal.com]

Warnings: blood, some language

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"Rodney, lad, I need you to sleep with the Colonel."

At Rodney's sudden blanching and high-pitch, "What!" Carson winced at his poor wording.

"Sleep next to him, Rodney. Sleep next to him. Bloody hell, lad. You know what I mean."

If Rodney did know what he meant it wasn't making a dent in his reaction. He continued to stare at Carson as though Carson had pulled a massive bore needle from his pocket and asked Rodney if he could spare a little blood. Rodney was momentarily speechless, which Carson took advantage of, now being able to concentrate one hundred percent on bandaging Sheppard's shoulder.

The Colonel was mostly out of it, barely able to sit upright without Carson's help, which made tending to him rather tricky. The man was suffering from both blood loss and exhaustion, leaving him mostly limp yet shivering. His only reaction to Carson tightening the bandage was a minor flinch and half-hearted groan.

"What? Wait, why me? Why not Conan?" Rodney suddenly demanded, his voice squeaky and fast.

Ronon was no where in sight, currently scouting the area around their little camp - their "camp" consisting of a a sort-of cave made from trees, shrubs and fallen branches. It would provide excellent cover during the night, but against the cooling temperatures it made for a meager shelter. The Colonel had found it after scouting ahead. It had been a moment full of relief and panic when, after leading the way to their current hide-out, Sheppard had promptly collapsed.

"He's keeping watch, Rodney," Carson said patiently. He slowly, carefully eased John onto his good side. "Now get your arse over here and lay next to the Colonel."

Rodney continued to splutter. "What? No! You're the doctor, you cuddle with him!"

Carson sighed. McKay, it's not bloody cuddling, it's preserving body heat. The lad's lost too much blood and the night's getting cold. He's going to need help if he's to survive. And for the record I do plan on cuddle... I mean sleeping next to him." He heaved another, this time annoyed, sigh. McKay could not only try the patience of a saint but their sanity as well, and Carson could barely think as it was from his own exhaustion.

Rodney continued to stand there, arms folded and jaw jutting stubbornly. But Carson knew it would only be a matter of time. Rodney's eyes kept darting too and from John, lying pale and shivering on the cold, hard ground. The Colonel had taken a knife to the shoulder while he and Ronon were providing cover fire. The assailant had jumped out of nowhere, John had said, and getting a shot off hadn't been possible until the knife was all read in the Colonel's shoulder.

But had that slowed the Colonel down? Not by a long shot. He and Ronon continued providing cover, then John had scouted ahead, finding shelter for them at the very last minute before finally succumbing to his body's limits.

What Happens on MX-392 Stays on MX-392 (PG) - Pt. 2

[kriadydragon.livejournal.com]

It was with a moan and a whimpered, "Fine," that Rodney finally relented. He moved with great reluctance to John's side. With equal reluctance, he stretched himself out on the ground.

Carson smiled. "You're going to have to move in closer than that if it's to do any good."

Rodney scooted.

"Closer."

Then scooted some more.

"Still closer."

Rodney glared at him, pressing his back to John's chest.

"Face to face would do better."

"You're getting some sort sick pleasure out of this, I just know it," Rodney grumbled, but flipped himself onto his other side, his chin lifted so that his face wasn't directly in Sheppard's face. "Happy?"

"Quite," Carson said, then positioned himself on Sheppard's other side. Silence settled around them, with only the occasional distant call of some night animal to interrupt it.

"M'Kay?" Sheppard slurred, his voice vibrating through his back against Carson's chest. Carson stiffened, ready to intervene if the Colonel tried to get up.

"Carson's idea, not mine," Rodney said. "Something about preserving body heat or you'll die. All though, between you and me, I think he's just being sadistic."

Sheppard's body convulsed, and it was a heart-stopping moment before Carson realized the lad was laughing.

"Wha hap'ns in Veg's..." Sheppard breathed.

"Hell yes it stays in vegas... or whatever the hell world this is. This never happened and whoever says it did will be branded a lunatic never to be trusted again."

Sheppard sighed. "Not... first time... had to do... this."

"Hey! We're not supposed to speak of that, either. Or that other time. Or the time before that or... none of this ever happened!"

Carson had to cover his mouth to stifle his chuckles. They eventually fell asleep, Carson knew when Ronon woke him to take watch. He looked down at Rodney and Sheppard, curled up with their eyes closed and their breathing even. Sheppard was still shivering, but the tremors were sporadic and mild. Carson had Ronon take his spot.

When the sun rose, Ronon woke and left to see if the area around the 'gate was clear. He didn't think their attackers - scavengers who survived on what Wraith culls left behind - would have stuck around. Even the desperate didn't stay long on Wraith-gleaned worlds.

Carson took the moment to check on John's wound, then change the bandage. The bleeding had slowed, and the antibiotics Carson had made John take were handling any possible infection. It was as Carson changed the bandage that the Colonel awoke with a grimace on his face.

"Ah, damn it, Rodney. You drooled all over my hand."

Carson, chuckling softly, shook his head. Ronon soon returned with the good news that the way was clear. Carson and a groggy Rodney helped a twice as groggy Sheppard to his feet. Together, they treked back to the 'gate and back home.

The end

[tielan]

Prompt: toys
Characters: Teyla, John, Ronon, Torren
Request: Teyla comes in on John and Ronon entertaining Torren with his toys, and Torren then demands a story from his mama. She responds by telling him a (modified) version of a mission.
Don't want: Kanaan

[(Anonymous)]

Prompt: handcuffs
Characters: Sheppard with any team members and SGC personnel
Request: Sheppard arrested on Earth in case of mistaken identity or other mistake by law enforcement (big city or small town USA); whump him a bit.
Don't Want: extreme abuse; Sheppard commiting any crimes (i.e. DUI); unlikely law enforcement criminal/brutal behavior.
Thanks! -Diane

[(Anonymous)]

I'm a different anonymous, wishing to expand Diane's prompt:

I'd love it to be a Hawaii 5-0 crossover

-wendy

[(Anonymous)]

Prompt: cuddles
Characters: John Sheppard, Ronon Dex, Torren (3 main), can include Teyla among rescuers.
Request: Sheppard and Ronon trapped with Torren either offworld or in remote part of Atlantis with very cold temperatures, cuddling together to keep warm until rescue arrives.
Don't Want: N/A
Thanks! -Diane

[(Anonymous)]

Prompt: bed sharing
Characters: John Sheppard, Ronon, marines
Request: Sheppard and Ronon share a bed off world for whatever reason writer wishes, and are found that way by marines there to "rescue" them.
Don't Want: Assumption by marines of any unprofessional behavior going on.
Thanks! -Diane

[kriadydragon.livejournal.com]

Would it be okay if I combined your prompt with saphirablue's at the end? I think I may have an idea for both prompts.

[(Anonymous)]

Prompt: hugging
Characters: Sheppard, Team
Request: Sheppard comes through the gate to Atlantis, injured, minutes after sending his team through first; Sheppard whump; team comfort/hugs upon his safe return.
Don't Want: McKay yelling/angry with Sheppard

Thanks! -Diane

Hugging

[drufan.livejournal.com]

Hope this is close.

SGA

“Go! Go! Go!” The entire team pelted through the undergrowth, beating back branches and leaving scrapes on bared skin. “Ronon! Which way?” Sheppard shouted, taking a quick glance behind him.

A bullet impacted a tree near Rodney’s head. “Come on!”

Rodney changed direction and closed in on Ronon.

After another shot landed near Teyla‘s feet, Sheppard shouted, “Find cover!”

They all dropped behind the closest natural defensive position, which happened to be rotten logs and dirt mounds.

“What’d we do?” yelled Rodney.

“Who are they?” Sheppard wanted to know.

“Does it really matter?” answered Teyla.

“Gate is around the next bend,” offered Ronon.

“Then let’s get the hell out of here!” decided Sheppard. He peeked over his dirt mound. Shadows moved in the trees just yards away. “Teyla, Rodney, make a run for the Gate. Ronon, you and me get suppression duty.”

“But…” Rodney started as Teyla positioned herself.

“No arguments. Now go!” Ronon and Sheppard started firing and Teyla and Rodney started running. Yells, screams and bullets came from the owners of the shadows.

Ronon fired toward the other side of the dirt road. “Sheppard, look!”

A shadow coalesced into a tube that looked suspiciously like a grenade launcher.

Sheppard jumped up and ran, shoving Ronon ahead of him. “Move!”

He heard it go off and felt the concussion of the round hitting behind them-- probably where they had been positioned. Dirt and debris flew peppering them with their hiding places. They rounded the bend and the Gate stood sparkling blue with Rodney and Teyla standing guard.

“Go! Don’t wait for us!” Another thwump sounded and whistling sailed through the air. Rodney’s eyes widened. “Mortars?”

“Go!” Sheppard screamed at him. Ronon pushed, Teyla pulled, and Sheppard brought up the rear. The explosion propelled him through the blue and sent him hurtling into the Gate Room. Hands were on him immediately.

“Shield! Shield!” yelled Rodney right in his ear.

Sheppard opened his eyes and his team was down on the floor with him huddled together in a pile. They looked back as the shield shimmered and impacts shined like mini stars. They huddled closer together.

Elizabeth swiftly descended the stairs. “Colonel! What happened? It‘s been fifteen minutes!”

Sheppard looked at the finally inactive Gate. His back stung from bits of planet and shrapnel because it was a long fifteen minutes. He swallowed and then spoke. “I guess whoever they are decided not to trade with us-- ever.”

Ronon laughed and gathered their little pile into a humongous hug. “And I thought you people didn’t know how to have a good time!”

On that note, Sheppard requested the med team and slumped contentedly into his team.

[(Anonymous)]

Prompt: ropes
Characters: John Sheppard; any team after for angst/comfort
Request: Sheppard whump involving rock climbing and ropes (pref. end of Season 5 and after); Sheppard finally takes time off from Atlantis after weeks of debriefing and department meetings.
Don't Want: n/a

Sorry if I've given too many prompt requests. Five is my favorite number, so I'll end it here. To me, more options is better - it gives potential writers more choices, eh? ;)

Thanks again to all writers who provide fun stories to read. -Diane

[wildcat88.livejournal.com]

In retrospect, he really should've gone surfing. The waves on the mainland's south shore were sweet this time of year, even if temperatures were a bit frigid, but Teyla had wanted to visit her people and Ronon had slobbered over the idea of climbing Taghan Mountain again. (Rodney, of course, was "too busy" getting resettled on New Lantea to be bothered with a day off.)

The day had started well. While cooing over Marta's new baby and debating trade policy with Halling at the same time, Teyla managed to throw a wave in their general direction as John and Ronon headed out, backpacks filled with climbing gear and a day's provision. The sun was warm, the breeze pleasant. Birds called, leaves rustled, and the scent of flowers blooming filled the air. They hiked in companionable silence, following an animal path through the foothills, stopping occasionally for a drink and to admire the view. The Athosians had picked a beautiful new homeworld.

When the trail ended, the real fun began. John ignored Ronon's eyeroll as he slipped on his climbing shoes. After examining the rope one last time, they tethered their harnesses. John started lead, allowing Ronon to belay until he reached a good spot to pitch. He set the anchor and belayed Ronon up. Back and forth they went until they were halfway up the mountain. The wind whipped around them and when Ronon missed a step, he howled in delight when the safety rope caught and he dangled in mid-air.

John grunted as he reeled him in. "How old are you?"

Ronon landed on the ledge with an unrepentant grin. John shook his head and started up again, searching for a good place to pitch, but the spot he found was unstable. He held tight as the ground trembled, trying to anchor.

Then he was flying. He heard Ronon's shout as he plummeted past. The rope went taut as the safety caught, but it was looped around his knee and ankle. He slammed into the rock, first his shoulder, then his back and head. His knee wrenched. Pain exploded down his left side from behind his ear to his ankle, blanketing him from sight and sound. Blood rushed to his head as he hung upside down, pounding in his ears to the beat of his heart. Something warm dripped in his ear and dribbled across his forehead, through his hair, and off his right temple. Stunned, John blinked at the fluff of clouds above, watching an elephant chase a jumper.

"Sheppard?"

John blinked again and twisted as much as his body would allow. Ronon was lying on a ledge above him, peering down in worry. "Hey."

"You okay?"

"Been better." He swiped at his forehead and frowned at the smear of red on his hand. "You coming to get me or what?"

"No place closer than here. I'll have to pull you up."

John glanced up at the rope strangling his leg. "That's going to hurt."

"A lot. You ready?"

"Aw, what the hell. Sure."

The rope tightened and John choked on a scream as the pain in his knee and ankle quadrupled. He bent up but couldn't reach. Each pull made him swing and he bounced against the rockface again and again until his vision grayed.

Then Ronon had him.

John concentrated on not passing out, knowing Ronon was radioing for help without listening to the actual words.

"Teyla's dialing Atlantis," Ronon said. "Jumper will be here soon."

"Fantastic. Just what I wanted to do with my day off."

"Could be worse."

John winced as the throbbing in his leg increased. "How?"

"Rope could've broken."

"Stop spending so much time with McKay."

Ronon shifted him until he was upright, his back against Ronon's chest. John grinned as Ronon's laugh vibrated through him. They sat in silence, waiting for help, enjoying the sunshine and fresh air. The view was incredible, really.

He still should've gone surfing.

Prompt: Whipping/Pets

[tari-roo.livejournal.com]

Prompt:Whipping/Pets
Characters: John (mainly) but Team can be there
Request: Can I ask for a two for one? John (and/or team) kept as pets on a weird world, and Shep does something unpet worthy and is whipped. If you can throw in a leash \o/
Don't want: unrealistic amount of blows, or damage

Re: Prompt: Whipping/Pets

[kriadydragon.livejournal.com]

I totally have an idea for this one :D So keep an eye out for it ;)

[linziday.livejournal.com]

Prompt: Touch
Characters: Team
Request: Injured team member just out of reach.
Don't want: Main character death.

[ellenoz.livejournal.com]

Would really like to give this a go ... but won't have time till the weekend. Hope that's okay?

[jillmac.livejournal.com]

I would like an AU where John is a medical helicopter pilot, and the rest of the team works with him. During a large storm he goes down in the woods with Ronon, is injured and needs to be rescued by his team. In the meantime, Ronon has to keep and injured Shep warm and dry.

Do not want: a patient on the helicopter.

This is my first request-ever-so I hope I'm doing it right:-)

Forgot

[jillmac.livejournal.com]

I forgot to add my prompt: Cuddles.

[saphirablue]

Prompt: slavery
Characters: John Sheppard, anybody else the author needs and wants to write about
Request: slave!John - I'll be happy with anything you come up with as long as it is slave!John and has a dood dose of John H/C (focus on the C) in it ... :) AUs are more than welcome and will grant you huge tripple chocolate cookies...
Don't want: Death!fic; focus on the H (H is great but I want C at least in the same amount as the H please)

[kriadydragon.livejournal.com]

Here it is! I combined it with another prompt. Hope you don't mind.

Against the Cold (http://kriadydragon.livejournal.com/234995.html)

[kriadydragon.livejournal.com]

Prompt: Subversive

Characters: Sheppard, team or one of the team

Request: Hard-core comfort, baby! Basically, aftermath fic that involves someone having tried to subvert John, hurting him mentally and physically, leaving him skittish, jumpy, wary and all around miserable. Cue team - or team member - comfort. You don't need to go into what was done to John if you don't want, I'm mostly just interested in the comfort, though I would like for John to still be injured (just rescued or slowly on the mend) when the comfort takes place. Feel free to allow Ronon to take revenge on the one who tried to dominate John :D

Don't want: For this story to take place weeks or months after rescue. John's team forcing him to open up. A quick fix (that is, someone saying the magic words that makes everything all better, and everything goes back to normal. Life isn't usually that accommodating).

[emotionless-1.livejournal.com]

Seconded so badly. This needs to be written!!!

New Prompt

[(Anonymous)]

Okay, I know I said I would stop at 5 prompts...hee hee hee...but I'm just throwing this out there, just in case it interests anyone. The prompt response stories here have been excellent.

Prompt: Dominate

Characters: Col. John Sheppard (post Season 5, newly promoted) and Green Berets, military observers, any others you see fit to add

Request: I watched "Two Weeks in Hell" (Green Beret candidates) today and would love a story involving Sheppard competing with a few Green Berets in some kind of military competition, and, to the surprise of everyone (maybe even Sheppard), Sheppard dominates them at their own game...while injured. Enough of an injury to make it even more of a shocker to them that this "Zoomie" could outdo them even with a injury that he kept quiet until the exercise was over.

Don't Want: Anyone bringing up Sheppard's "black mark" or Antarctica.

Thanks in advance if anyone takes this on. -Diane

Re: New Prompt

[(Anonymous)]

...and this is NOT to diminish Green Berets in any way. They are the best and baddest military organization in the world. Only a fraction of Navy Seals who try out get chosen for Green Beret training. But I figure that Ronon might have taught Sheppard enough Satedan survival skills and tricks, on top of Sheppard's own special forces training and his experience fighting and evading Wraith, that his tactics would catch our military, even our best, off guard. He might not be able to physically overpower a large Seal turned Green Beret, but he could outwit one. He's Sheppard! :D

The "how" of Sheppard getting involved in "games" with Green Berets is another question. Maybe he went as an observer or adviser and got either good-naturely tricked into participating or he was outright chosen. I don't know. But it would be an awesome read if anyone can make something of it. Thanks -Diane

[ellenoz.livejournal.com]

That was really great! Enjoyed it very much, thanks :)
(And I liked the Zelenka moment too)

[radioshack84.livejournal.com]

Prompt: handcuffs/beating
Characters: John, Ronon, Carson (plus any others you'd like to add)
Request: An old-fashioned, pre-Sunday infirmary scene -- the aftermath of Sheppard taking a severe beating while somewhere in Atlantis. Use handcuffs as a device for the beating. Example (don't have to use): Sheppard handcuffed somewhere and can't escape waves/wind bashing him against something.
Don't want: Character death, head injury, John unconscious through most of the story.

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Humm I'll take it give me a few!

[kazbaby]

(Please forgive me if I did this wrong, but I couldn't pass up the chance to share a story idea that I've wanted to read for a while now.)

Prompt: slavery
Characters: Ensemble but Sheppard being the focus.

Request: Sheppard and Atlantis share 'consciousnesses', in other words: Sheppard becomes Atlantis and vice versa after McKay takes down certain protocols (that they didn't know enslaved the city) while Sheppard is in the control chair and their joining was an accident. Sheppard reveals to the rest of the expedition that Atlantis was created by the Ancients to be sentient to aid in their intellectual drive and/or goals for enlightenment, that though she is sentient they still believed that she didn't have emotions and so was merely another tool to use and discard, making her essentially a slave. Perhaps the IOA learns of this latter aspect and sees this as a way to "better utilize" the city's features and they, along with the SGC, say that it's better to put the protocols back in place for safety reasons knowing that to do that will make Sheppard a slave as well since there isn't a real way to separate two consciousnesses. The IOA and SGC are also afraid of what Atlantis will do now that she has access to Sheppard's military training and knowledge of Earth and its military, thinking she is somehow in control of him and that she will try and 'make a break for her freedom' from having anyone living within her walls and purposely misunderstanding that they are now one person who still has the goal in mind to protect their people and they see the expedition and the people of Earth as 'theirs'. Maybe the SGC sends in their own people to put the protocols back in place and after the rest of the expedition sees that Sheppard is basically turned into an automaton who answers questions and immediately does as he's ordered, the rest of the expedition decide to put a stop to it and find a way to permanently disable the protocols.

Don't want: Any type of 'fix-it' where they figure out how to separate Sheppard and Atlantis.

Thirty Eight Minutes Tag

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Prompt: Drugs/Drugging

Characters: John, Carson, Anyone else you want to use from the cast

Request: John waking up in the infirmary after being brought back to life in the Jumper. He's in a lot of pain and the venom from the Iratus bug has caused his system to go out of whack. Beckett can't give him any drugs cause he doesn't know how they'll interact with the venom. Cue the Hurt. This would take place before the team or Elizabeth is allowed to see him. Then continue it after the last scene in the show, where Beckett can finally give John the drugs he needs to deal with the pain and fever. You can carry it out so that his body takes longer than a few days to recuperate from the after effects.

Don't want: An easy fix for the situation. I didn't think John was whumped enough after they brought him back to life.

Re: Thirty Eight Minutes Tag, Part 1/2

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When John was twelve, he spent the summer with Grandpa Jim in Wyoming. They spent their days riding the land, checking fences and rounding up stray cattle from a nearby canyon. John's mount, a pinto named Beans, was surefooted and gentle, but one day the canyon trail they were climbing crumbled beneath them. Beans struggled for his footing. John held tight, screaming for Grandpa, but they fell anyway. Landing hurt. Beans rolling over John hurt more. His chest felt like it was on fire. Breathing was agony. Nothing in his life had been more excruciating than that first taste of real pain.

Until now.

"Easy, son. I know it hurts." Cold hands gripped his wrists. "You have to be still."

John clung to the voice, staggering through layers of pain to open his eyes. Carson hovered over him, eyes smudged purple in a face lined with worry. Blue eyes, John thought. I never noticed before. Clutching the edges of awareness, John tried a deep inhale, and oh what a bad idea that was. An alarm wailed near his head as he arched up, hands fisting in the bedding beneath him. Something slapped over his face and sweet oxygen poured in.

"That's it, Major." Carson's face came back into focus. "Just breathe."

John locked his gaze with Carson's, begging for an explanation.

Carson's brow puckered then relaxed as realization dawned. "Later."

He shook his head and grasped Carson's arm.

"Do you remember going offworld?"

John frowned as fragments of memory returned - missing hive ship, jumper stuck in gate, big-assed bug stuck to his neck... He jackknifed up, clawing at his neck.

"Stop!" Carson grabbed his arms. "It's gone! Do you understand me? Gone. Your idea worked."

His heart hammered and every muscle in his body shrieked in agony. John slumped in the bed, searching his memories for the idea Carson mentioned. "Oh."

"Yes. Oh." Carson released him and spent a minute straightening the ridiculous amount of wires, tubes and leads stuck in and to him. "Your chest hurts so bad because it took a while to get your heart started again." He gave a tired grin. "But the bruises are nothing compared to that hickey on your neck."

John rolled his eyes and tried to relax but the muscle shrieks had turned to screams and were getting worse.

"What is it?" Carson pulled the oxygen mask away.

"Cramps," John whispered.

The first one hit with a vengeance, starting in his right shoulder. The trapezius then his delts and pecs turned into steel cords that throbbed with each beat of his heart. The cramps rolled downward through his abs, spreading to his left side and down his quads and calves. He sensed frantic movement but a red haze had stolen his sight and all he heard was someone screaming. Then he realized it was him.

Voices jumbled around him. Hands kneaded knotted muscles. Needles pricked his skin. John was lost in the agony. Slowly, the cramps eased, though they never went completely away. He lay spent, barely able to breathe. He grimaced against the rock-hard knot in his bicep and forced his eyes open, seeking Carson.

"What..." John coughed, grunted at the pain his chest and rawness in his throat.

Carson helped him take a sip of water. "The venom from that bug is still in your system. We're analyzing it, but it's going to take a while."

John heard the apology in his voice. "No pain meds until then."

"I'm sorry, son."

John nodded, pushing the spasms from his mind. "The others?"

"You're the only injury."

"Want to see them."

"Maybe when you're feeling better."

"No, now." John bit his lip as he tried to think of a way to explain. "I'm responsible for them."

Carson tilted his head, studying John. "I see. I'll send them in."