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Here's the free for all.

As ever, the rules are:

*No more than five prompts in a row.
*No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
*No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing. Use a spoiler cut as needed.
*If you know the character's full name, use it. Also, give the fandom's complete name, too.
*If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.

There's also a new rule now: if something in the fill could be a trigger, please have a note to warn for it.

Have fun!


Jan. 2nd, 2016 01:14 pm (UTC)
Any, any, CHD (Compulsive Hero Disorder).
Mar. 20th, 2016 11:30 pm (UTC)
Fill. Stargate: Atlantis, John Sheppard, Others. NASA.
“Decompression alarm!”

“Everyone into suits! Where's the breach?”

Banks took a second to look at the screen in front of her. “Bow. Forward storage compartment.”

“That's Laura's payload,” Parrish yelled from his station; even with the helmet of his SAS in place, his voice was clear as day.

Sheppard shouted back, “We'll have JPL resupply. Head count!”

They were missing Cadman, Lorne, and Dex.


“Is anywhere else compromised?”

“No, looks like the airlocks slammed into place at the trigger,” Amelia answered, the hiss of the suit pressurizing giving her background audio, and Jennifer added, “Oxygen levels and pressurization are holding. I think we're clear.”

“Suits stay on for now.” John nodded toward the forward crew quarters. “Let's go find our people and then we'll re-evaluate. Keller, you head to sickbay and prep for possible injuries.”

“Yes, sir.”

They found Lorne on the floor of his quarters, having been thrown out of his bunk by the jarring of the station, and Cadman was in her lab, having been adjusting experiments, when the jerking sent an unsecured crate slamming into her. It'd jammed her up against one bulkhead and pinned her there, until Sheppard and Parrish raced into the room to rescue her.

Thankfully, nothing appeared broken on either and Lorne's concussion looked to be the worst injury.

Dex, the giant lug of a man, was still snoring away, clearly not bothered in the least by the scream of the klaxons. Sheppard took immense pleasure in waking the man up with a booted foot to the ass.

Hey, he wasn't the EVA Specialist—they were gonna need Dex up and lumbering.

“What the hell is that?” he demanded after snapping awake, then, as the noise penetrated the fog of sleep, Ronon cursed and dove for his suit. He was fully dressed before realizing he was missing his head cap, his biosensors, and oh, pants.

It was too late to add them though.

They raced back to the cockpit—thank God, JPL had moved the command module to the center of the station—to find Banks and Emmagan slapping at every comm system activation point they could.

“What is it?”

“We've lost contact with Houston.”

“Great. This is just getting better and better.”

“Someone's gonna have to go check the damage.”

All eyes went to Dex.

“Hey, my ship, my job,” Sheppard declared, glancing between each of his present crew, “We clear to EVA storage?”

“John, you're our Commander and pilot, but you're neither an Engineer nor an EVA specialist. Now, our engineer is in sickbay, but our EVA Specialist is standing beside you.”

Why did Teyla have to be so unbearably logical? Oh, right, she was their Educational Specialist. She was used to talking to children.

“Our EVA specialist is wearing Scooby Doo boxers and nothing else and until I know the extent of the damage, he's not disengaging the suit just to put on pants.”

No one could argue with that.

Well, they could, but after someone (Banks) muttered, “Hero Complex,” no one else dared comment and John only eyed them all before taking off to EVA storage.

(“I didn't think I'd ever be able to say this, but one whole side of the spacecraft is missing.”


“No, but we're missing an entire panel—I could enter the bay through this hole without snagging anything. And the antennas are fried, we'll have to use the ones they sent for Lagrangian Point as replacements.”

“Understood. Now get back in here.”

“On my way.”)

Edited at 2016-03-20 11:37 pm (UTC)
Mar. 21st, 2016 03:41 am (UTC)
Re: Fill. Stargate: Atlantis, John Sheppard, Others. NASA.
Action packed! And so funny. Scooby Doo boxers? ::giggles:: Nice to know John hasn't lost his hero complex regardless of the AU he's inhabiting. Self-sacrificing jerk. LOL!

Have I mentioned my enjoyment of this AU? Are you putting it up on AO3? Inquiring minds want to know. ::grins::
Mar. 21st, 2016 10:45 am (UTC)
Re: Fill. Stargate: Atlantis, John Sheppard, Others. NASA.
I keep envisioning Ronon having all these awesome clothes that are something out of GQ--nice shirts, good pants, black boots, etc--and then... scooby doo boxers because John has a superstition about scooby doo undies and gifted them to everyone in the crew. XD

Yay! I'm glad. And yes, it's up on the Archive! It's titled Foiled by Thermodynamics and I'm just chaptering everything; the masterpost on my LJ has the links to all the original prompts/fills.
Mar. 24th, 2016 03:18 pm (UTC)
Re: Fill. Stargate: Atlantis, John Sheppard, Others. NASA.
Thanks for the fill!

Pantless Ronon was the most important part... ;)
Mar. 24th, 2016 10:10 pm (UTC)
Re: Fill. Stargate: Atlantis, John Sheppard, Others. NASA.
I think the universe was gypped by not getting pantless!Ronon on the show. Imagine the ratings jump SciFi would have gotten back then. :p
Jul. 11th, 2016 05:27 am (UTC)
Re: Fill. Stargate: Atlantis, John Sheppard, Others. NASA.
Hells yeah, Pantless Ronon. How did I miss this installment before??? I'm glad Lorne was okay.
Jul. 11th, 2016 10:41 pm (UTC)
Re: Fill. Stargate: Atlantis, John Sheppard, Others. NASA.
Pantsless Ronon is the best Ronon. XD
Mar. 23rd, 2016 04:33 am (UTC)
Firefly. (Inara & Jayne. post-Serenity)

The loud thumping of heavy boots broke the silence of the eating area. Inara looked up, mildly surprised to see Jayne. "I thought you were with Mal?"

Jayne grunted. "Captain says we'll need more weapons -" He went straight to the shelves, snagging a large bar of protein and shoving it in his mouth. "- and if I'm gonna be blowing off someone's head for shit pay again, I need lunch first."

In a way, Inara appreciated that Jayne didn't pull on a polite mask with her. Men were always trying to impress her with their good behavior. Even Mal sometimes dusted off some gentlemanly manners when he was in a good mood.

On the other hand, she fought the urge to throw the tea pot at Jayne's head. It would do nothing for his vocabulary, but at least it would stop him from chewing as he spoke.

"So we got the job?"

Jayne narrowed his eyes. "What if we did? And I mean we, as in the captain, Zöe and me. You on the other hand... Guess there aren't no pretty, rich boys in this crappy moon."

Inara took the unsubtle rebuke in stride. Jayne was right on both accounts. She wasn't crew, and none of the offers she'd received since landing had been tempting enough. "That's still not an answer, Jayne."

Those big shoulders shrugged. "'Course we did. Piss-poor farmers with a load of produce to take off-land - and a bunch of bastards aiming to kill 'em to get their land. Captain couldn't say yes fast enough," he grumbled. "It's like he gets off playing the hero."

Inara took a sip of tea to hide a smile. Jayne wouldn't appreciate that she approved of Mal's drive to do the right thing, and if they were in the middle of a job, things would go more smoothly with Jayne in no worse a mood than he was right now.

Jayne seemed to take her silence as agreement.

"That's right. We're down a pilot already, but is that enough? He'll get us all killed; mark my words."

Well. That attitude wouldn't help either. Time to play on that overblown ego. "Scared of local thieves, Jayne?"

He snorted, unconsciously standing straighter. "'Course not. Bunch of morons. But it's the principle of the matter."

Inara swallowed the urge to ask what Jayne knew about principles. He wasn't an evil man, but his morals could be fluid. She settled for a noncommittal "Oh?"

"Damned obsession, is what it is. A man should be able to live without being dragged into other folks' trouble." And yet here he was, following Mal's orders. Inara chose not to point that out. "Well, least we'll go down fighting, eh?"

Inara had been part of enough adventures to know that Jayne had a point. Their survival depended on their wits, Serenity's speed, and what firepower they could carry. One day they would get in deep trouble, and there wouldn't be an army of Reavers to bait and use as unwitting backup. "Maybe," she allowed, "but we'll be fighting for the right side."

Jayne made a face. "That won't bring us back from the grave, woman," he said gruffly.

Inara gave him a soothing smile. "But it makes life worth living, don't you think."

Jayne obviously found that too silly a statement to deserve an answer. With a look of disbelief, he shook his head and turned on her. "I'm surrounded by idiots," he groused as he shoved the rest of his protein bar in his pocket and went in search of his guns.

Inara just watched him go. Did he even realize that despite his grumbling, he followed orders easily enough? "We might be soft-hearted fools," Inara mused out loud, "but make no mistake, Jayne Cobb. Deep down, you're one of us."

Mar. 24th, 2016 03:19 pm (UTC)
Re: Fill
Thanks for the fill! :)
Jul. 9th, 2016 11:16 pm (UTC)
Re: Fill
You're welcome!
Jul. 9th, 2016 02:38 pm (UTC)
RE: Fill
Yup. Classic Jayne. Happy CSTS!
Jul. 9th, 2016 03:26 pm (UTC)
RE: Fill
Yup. Classic Jayne. Happy CSTS!
Re: Fill - leni_ba - Jul. 9th, 2016 04:13 pm (UTC) - Expand
Jul. 9th, 2016 07:33 pm (UTC)
RE: Fill
Yup. Classic Jayne. Happy CSTS!
Jul. 11th, 2016 05:29 am (UTC)
Re: Fill
Very cool! Inara's insight into Jayne is fascinating, and I like how she tries to be polite to him even when he makes no such effort with her, which is a double-edged sword.
Re: Fill - leni_ba - Jul. 11th, 2016 01:36 pm (UTC) - Expand


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