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

[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.

[perksofbeingnor.livejournal.com]

Humm I'll take it give me a few!

[radioshack84.livejournal.com]

Yay! *eagerly awaits* =D

handcuffed/beaten Shep

[(Anonymous)]

I'm rubbing my hands together in anticipation! (also because I need to turn the heat up). -Diane

Bottom of the Barrel Part 1- no warnings really

[drufan.livejournal.com]

Bottom of the Barrel

John’s butt was asleep. Strange things ran through one’s mind when one returned to consciousness from a knock to the head. Important things. Things like why was his hand handcuffed to the pipe next to him. He took in a cleansing breath and opened his eyes wider. He looked at the slick shining metal-like walls and the three other pipes in the area he sat. He took another breath to clear his head and knew that this was not how he had started out his day.

A hatch opened and a sandy haired man walked into round room with his lab coat flowing behind him. It was one of Rodney’s scientists- one that had been with the expedition since the beginning. “Dr. Gilley?”

“So, Colonel, you’ve discovered my secret identity.” He held a 9 mil aimed at John. “We’ve been enemies for so long and I finally caught you. You’ve slipped.”

“What?” John looked around. “Where are we?”

Gilley grinned proudly and waved his arm at the bare walls. “The desalination tanks. A fitting end to our long history.”

“I’m a little behind, Doc. What history? And…and desal tanks?”

Crestfallen, Gilley shook his head. “I’m disappointed. I thought you enjoyed our match of wits just as much as I did. Oh well, no matter because it won’t matter in a few minutes. So long, Colonel! Have a nice swim!” He laughed maniacally and walked back to the hatch.

“Um, Gilley?” John tried to stand up. The cuff stopped him and he sat back down on the floor hard. “Wait! Doctor! You need to monologue more!” He pulled on the cuff again and again until the hatch closed. His mind ran through all of his meetings with Dr. Gilley and could only think of seeing him in the mess and a few meetings. “Doc, I’m not your enemy!”

He knew it was too late for Gilley to hear him. He had to try. “Doc! Doctor Gilley!” It was definitely too late. Water flowed through the bottom of the pipes and onto the floor. The water smelled salty and oceanic. He had loved that smell, until now.

The water rose to the top of his boots within just a couple of minutes. “Come on, guys. Notice that I’m not where ever I’m supposed to be. Dr. Gilley!”

He was kind of waiting for the gloating. The bad guys liked to gloat. Dr. Gilley had said his piece and now was watching. John studied the pipe.

“Think, think…” The water soaked his pants. It was also very cold. “Oh, hell.”

He had nothing. Blank. Nada. Nil. Zilch. Water rose to his waist. He pulled on the cuffs again abrading his skin. “What I wouldn’t give for girly wrists right now.”

The water reached his chest. His teeth chattered. “Doc, this has gone far enough.” This was insane. The doctor talked like an arch villain and apparently he thought John was the superhero. This was definitely par for the course in Atlantis.

The water reached his chin and the cuffs were caught on a pipe support. He took a deep breath. Buy time, he thought. Hold my breath for as long as possible.

The water passed his mouth and covered his nose. Within just a few more seconds, his entire body was underwater. He continued to pull and shred skin. It was too late. His lungs were burning and he so wanted to take a breath.

This was it. He was going to die in the water and not in the sky. His heart beat against his sternum, ready to burst with his lungs.

Bottom of the Barrel Part 2- no warnings really

[drufan.livejournal.com]

A splash startled him and cost him what little air he had left. Someone shoved the mouth piece from a rebreather into his mouth. He sucked air into his lungs. The person in S.C.U.B.A. gear moved to his hand and pulled out metal cutters. The handcuffs were severed easily.

With John in tow, they swam to surface. Above them, a hatch opened and Ronon dropped a rope ladder into the still rising water.

“Let Sgt. Dawes do the swimming, sir,” someone yelled from the opened hatch.

John was perfectly happy to let him. He was cold and tired. He weakly kicked and let the rescuer do his job. Ronon reached out his hand once they grappled the ladder.

“Gave us a scare, Sheppard.” Ronon said as he hauled Sheppard to the opening.

“Is he okay?” Rodney rushed over to the pair.

Water puddled on the floor. “Can you walk?” Ronon asked as he pointed to the narrow stairs. “It will be easier if you can do it on your own.”

“S-sure.” John stood with help, leaving the canned air with his rescuer.

“Carson’s downstairs with Gilley. He’s waiting on you.” Rodney grabbed one of Sheppard’s arms effectively moving the rescuers out of the way.

“W-what happened?’ John slowly took each step to the base of the tank.

“You nearly drowned!”

“W-well, yeah. N-noticed that, R-rodney. I m-mean what happened to D-doctor. G-gilley?”

“Run in with a defective experiment.” Rodney with Ronon guided John to Carson and an unconscious Dr. Gilley. “We’re still trying to figure everything out.”

Blankets wrapped him as soon as he sat down on a gurney. He nodded in thanks. “I knew you guys would find me.”

Rodney and Ronon shared a look. “Actually, Atlantis found you.”

“What?” He seemed to be saying that a lot today. “What, do you mean?”

“We didn’t know you were missing until the sensors in the tanks detected you. But the good doctor had disabled the fail safes, just not the alarms. Luckily, Dr. Evil over there announced on the P.A. system that he had you and was finally the winner of your endless battles...blah, blah, blah. He was of course monologuing. And that‘s how the bad guy always loses.”

“Oh. What experiment?” John was still freezing and sleep called.

“Still figuring that out. But Dr. DeMarcos is working on it. Dr. Gilley was in Janus’ lab cataloguing.”

Carson interrupted them. “This can wait. I need to get both of them upstairs.”

Rodney and Ronon stepped back and let them wheel John upstairs, carefully. John officially passed out before they reached the transporter. He woke up with his head aching and his muscles in knots.

Bottom of the Barrel Part 3- no warnings really

[drufan.livejournal.com]

“You took quite a lump to the back of your head,” declared Carson before John fully awoke.

“How’s Dr. Gilley?” John asked, glad he wasn’t stammering anymore.

“Better, we found the device and were able to reverse the effects. Rodney thinks it was some sort of training device to fight the Wraith. He thinks that the device imprints the enemy’s logic so the Ancients’ military could realistically train. Or something like that. I‘m sure Rodney can explain it in excruciating detail.” Carson checked the chart on the laptop and then fiddled with John’s IV. “Unfortunately for you, Dr. Gilley is a rabid comic book fan.”

“Know your enemy.” It wasn’t that bad of an idea except for the killing thing.

“As for you, Colonel, you have mild hypothermia and a wrist that will need tending to. Not that you weren’t going to ask that next.” Carson gave him a smile. “You’ll be with us until I’m sure there are no complications between that and the near drowning.”

John sheepishly answered, “Thanks, Carson.”

Carson patted his leg. “You’re welcome. Anytime.”

Ronon and Rodney stood outside the curtains, food in hand. “He’s all yours.” They nodded in unison.

“Where’s Teyla?”

“I knew it, brain damage from the lack of oxygen and the cold,” Rodney mocked whispered to Ronon. Ronon seemed to agree.

John rolled his very tired eyes.

“Visiting. We let her know. She’ll be here later.”

He remembered now. “What’d you bring me?” He sat taller in the bed.

“Soup and a sandwich,” mumbled Ronon.

“Turkey?” John asked hopefully.

“Of course,” replied Rodney as he moved the table over the bed. Then he started into the excruciating details.

John knew his good fortune. Atlantis sounded the alarm and Dr. Gilley monologued foolishly to the right people. They had come like he knew they would because he was handcuffed to these guys for however long they were willing to put up with him.

Re: Bottom of the Barrel Part 3- no warnings really

[tari-roo.livejournal.com]

heee! Poor Shep. Even mad scientists seem to want to take a crack at him.

thanks

Re: Bottom of the Barrel Part 3- no warnings really

[radioshack84.livejournal.com]

Excellent! Thanks for answering the prompt!! =D I particularly love the last line. Great comparison! =)

Re: Bottom of the Barrel Part 3- no warnings really

[saphirablue]

*squeee* You let John be rescued by an OC Marine! \o/

Thank you for this fic! :)