fic spam pt.1
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sgteam14283Title: Revenge
Author: sgteam14283
Characters: Max Wainwright, Lydia Winter, Crysta Santella, John Sheppard, Rodney McKay, Ronon Dex, Evan Lorne.
Relationships: none
Rating: PG
Warnings: slight nudity
Spoilers: only if you haven't seen 'McKay and Mrs. Miller'.
Disclaimer: only Max belongs to me, Lydia belongs to BiteMeTechie, Crysta belongs to Nenya, while Lorne, John, Rodney, and Ronon belong to TPTB.
Author's Note: A challenge!fic. CKO on the Lorne/Kavan thunk thread on GW issued a challenge that had to have the following;
1. the guys of Atlantis have to be shirtless (well at least Shep, Dex, and Lorne do)
2. the song 'I'm too sexy' has to be played loudly
3. ship is welcome
4. Some one has to call Lorne by his first name
5. Can be AU.
so naturally the bunnies started to attack me and I came up with two fics. This is the first one.
Review's are welcome!
“Are you sure this is going to work?” Crysta hissed as they made their way down the hallway towards the men’s locker room.
“Yes, now shut up or someone’ll hear you.” Lydia whispered back.
As they neared the room Max asked, “Remind me why we’re doing this again?”
“Because they stole all the towels from our locker room.” Lydia stated as they arrived at the door. Leaning against the wall they paused for a few seconds in case anyone came out of the room. But the door remained dormant so Lydia stepped up to the door and it opened with an almost silent ‘swish’.
With Crysta acting as lookout, Max and Lydia snuck into the room and started to get to work with Lydia on one side of the lockers and Max on the other. They worked quickly, not going through all the lockers but picking the ones owned by John, Ronon, Evan, and Rodney taking underwear, shirts, socks, shoes, and jackets.
Lydia closed Ronon’s locker and moved towards the next one which was Rodney’s. She paused for a second, wondering if she wanted to scar her brain by seeing what was in there. “You can do McKay’s locker.”
“Oh really?” Max said, raising an eyebrow. “Don’t you want to see if he wears boxers or briefs? He seems like a boxer kind of guy to me or maybe boxer briefs.”
“Agh!” Lydia shuddered at the thought. “I so do not want to have this conversation.”
“Yes you do.” Max teased. She then ducked to avoid the wadded shirt that Lydia had thrown at her and stuck her tongue out in response.
“Real mature.” Lydia said, as she closed the last locker and gathered up her pile of clothes.
“Are you guys done yet?” they heard Crysta ask over their headsets.
“Almost.” Max replied as she opened her last locker.
“Well hurry up, I heard the Gate activate and they should be here soon.”
“Ok, ok.” Max said, quickly pulling out the clothes and shutting the door. They then beat a hasty exit and rounded the corner just as they heard voices. Stifling giggles, the three girls ran down the hallway to put the second part of their revenge into action.
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“This is embarrassing.” Rodney grumbled as him, Ronon, Lorne, and John walked down the hallway barefoot with only pants on.
The men weren’t happy; they had gotten particularly muddy on the most recent mission and had been looking forwards to nice hot showers and clean, dry clothes. They got the hot showers but when they were drying off and ready to change they found that someone had stolen all of their clean clothes, leaving only their pants.
But it was only Evan, John, Ronon, and Rodney who were left with only their pants; the rest of Lorne’s team had all of their clothes and were soon gone, laughing at their friend’s predicament.
Seeing that there were two choices, stay in the locker room until night or go out shirtless. Since they were hungry, the four men decided to bare the looks, giggles, and catcalls of the female personnel and walk around bare-chested.
Someone whistled at Lorne and he turned a beet red. As they neared the transporter he sighed with visible relief, wanting to get to his quarters the fastest way possible and pretend this never happened.
“Sorry guys, transporter’s out.” One of the female tech staff said, raising an eyebrow when she saw the four shirtless men in front of her.
“For how long?” John asked, hoping that it would be only a few minutes.
“Don’t know, maybe a few hours at most.”
Ronon grumbled something unintelligible and Lorne hoped that the floor would just swallow him while Rodney just fumed.
They tried the other transporters in the area but found that all of them were inoperable.
“Well, looks like we’ll have to take the stairs.” John said, turning around to go back the way they had come from. But something about this didn’t sit right with him; it seemed a bit odd that all the transporters in the area suddenly stopped working. Something was up, what he had no idea, but he had a feeling that he was going to find out soon.
---
“Everything ready?” Max asked. She, Crysta, and Lydia were standing on one of the balconies with their loads of clothes waiting for the signal.
“Yea, I’ve got the music set up and we just have to wait.” Lydia replied. She had enlisted the help from a few of the Tech staff to pretend that they were working on transporters and make it so John, Ronon, Rodney, and Lorne would have to take the round about way to their quarters and to do so would require them to walk through one of the larger, and more used, balconies.
Soon they could hear catcalls and whistles. “They’re coming.” Crysta said, leaning over to try and get a look.
Lydia giggled and moved over to her laptop, hitting a few keys. “Ok...let me know when they’re under us.”
Crysta craned her neck and followed them. “Now!” She said when they were under.
Lydia hit ‘enter’ on the keyboard and ‘I’m Too Sexy’ started blaring from the PA system.
I'm too sexy for my love too sexy for my love/Love's going to leave me/I'm too sexy for my shirt too sexy for my shirt/So sexy it hurts…
John stopped when music started blaring as did the others and most of the personnel on the balcony. They looked around for the source of the music and realized it was coming from the speakers set up around the deck.
Lydia let loose a wolf-whistle while Max and Crysta catcalled.
“Hey Evan!” Max shouted down towards Lorne.
Lorne looked directly up to see Max grinning like an idiot and waving his boxers over the railing like they were a flag. Feeling his face heat up at the laughter and catcalls from the women on the deck he shouted, “Care to give ‘em back?”
Max just laughed and shook her head. “Sorry,” She called out. “I’m keeping these.”
“Oh really?” Evan asked, eyebrow rising.
“You know John,” Crysta yelled holding up a pair of briefs. “I thought you were more of the boxer type of guy.”
“Yea well you caught me before I did laundry.” John replied, ignoring the giggles and looks he was getting from the women around him.
The music continued to play, looping to the start and McKay yelled, “Winter! Turn that music off now.”
Lydia just laughed and shook her head. “Sorry Rodney can’t do. But can I ask you something?”
“What?”
Lydia pulled out a pair of boxers and held them up with both hands while saying, “Where can I get these adorable teddy bear boxers?”
Everyone laughed while Rodney turned a deep shade of red. “They were a gift from my niece and I still have to do laundry.” He mumbled.
“So is this payback?” he asked the girls.
“No, this is payback.” Lydia shouted, nodding to Max and Crysta. They then raised the load of clothes they had taken, minus three pairs of underwear, and threw it all over the balcony.
“Go to it ladies!” Lydia yelled to the women on the deck, knowing that some of them would love to get a piece of clothing that belonged to one of the men.
It was chaos; the girls were competing with John, Evan, Rodney, and Ronon as well as each other to get a piece of clothing. John managed to get his jacket with only a few tears, Evan got his t-shirt with both sleeves ripped off, Rodney got both his jacket and shirt, and Ronon ended up with nothing. And all of them managed to get their socks and shoes back.
After the women who had taken the clothing had scampered off, the music had been shut off and general order had been restored the four men looked up to see Lydia, Crysta and Max each grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
John just smiled the three ladies and walked off towards his room with the others not far behind. They wanted a prank war? Then that’s what he was going to give them.
----
“So was it worth it?” Crysta said as the three of them walked out of Doctor Weir’s office. They had gotten an hour and a half lecture on how childish the pranks were and how they should have gone to her when the men had taken all the towels instead of trying to solve it their own way.
“Well let’s see; stealing their clothes, making them go commando, barefoot, shirt-less, playing ‘I’m too Sexy’ in front of a good portion of the Expedition, and making them wrestle for their clothes.” Max said, ticking off the points on her hand. “Yup totally worth it.”
“Good.” Crysta giggled. “But what are we going to do with their underwear? I think that they might try and get ‘em back.”
“Well I don’t know about you, but I’m planning on framing the pair I got.” Lydia said slowly grinning.
Max and Crysta laughed at the idea and Max said, “You know, that’s not a bad idea. It would look great on the wall in my room.”
Author: sgteam14283
Characters: Max Wainwright, Lydia Winter, Crysta Santella, John Sheppard, Rodney McKay, Ronon Dex, Evan Lorne.
Relationships: none
Rating: PG
Warnings: slight nudity
Spoilers: only if you haven't seen 'McKay and Mrs. Miller'.
Disclaimer: only Max belongs to me, Lydia belongs to BiteMeTechie, Crysta belongs to Nenya, while Lorne, John, Rodney, and Ronon belong to TPTB.
Author's Note: A challenge!fic. CKO on the Lorne/Kavan thunk thread on GW issued a challenge that had to have the following;
1. the guys of Atlantis have to be shirtless (well at least Shep, Dex, and Lorne do)
2. the song 'I'm too sexy' has to be played loudly
3. ship is welcome
4. Some one has to call Lorne by his first name
5. Can be AU.
so naturally the bunnies started to attack me and I came up with two fics. This is the first one.
Review's are welcome!
“Are you sure this is going to work?” Crysta hissed as they made their way down the hallway towards the men’s locker room.
“Yes, now shut up or someone’ll hear you.” Lydia whispered back.
As they neared the room Max asked, “Remind me why we’re doing this again?”
“Because they stole all the towels from our locker room.” Lydia stated as they arrived at the door. Leaning against the wall they paused for a few seconds in case anyone came out of the room. But the door remained dormant so Lydia stepped up to the door and it opened with an almost silent ‘swish’.
With Crysta acting as lookout, Max and Lydia snuck into the room and started to get to work with Lydia on one side of the lockers and Max on the other. They worked quickly, not going through all the lockers but picking the ones owned by John, Ronon, Evan, and Rodney taking underwear, shirts, socks, shoes, and jackets.
Lydia closed Ronon’s locker and moved towards the next one which was Rodney’s. She paused for a second, wondering if she wanted to scar her brain by seeing what was in there. “You can do McKay’s locker.”
“Oh really?” Max said, raising an eyebrow. “Don’t you want to see if he wears boxers or briefs? He seems like a boxer kind of guy to me or maybe boxer briefs.”
“Agh!” Lydia shuddered at the thought. “I so do not want to have this conversation.”
“Yes you do.” Max teased. She then ducked to avoid the wadded shirt that Lydia had thrown at her and stuck her tongue out in response.
“Real mature.” Lydia said, as she closed the last locker and gathered up her pile of clothes.
“Are you guys done yet?” they heard Crysta ask over their headsets.
“Almost.” Max replied as she opened her last locker.
“Well hurry up, I heard the Gate activate and they should be here soon.”
“Ok, ok.” Max said, quickly pulling out the clothes and shutting the door. They then beat a hasty exit and rounded the corner just as they heard voices. Stifling giggles, the three girls ran down the hallway to put the second part of their revenge into action.
----
“This is embarrassing.” Rodney grumbled as him, Ronon, Lorne, and John walked down the hallway barefoot with only pants on.
The men weren’t happy; they had gotten particularly muddy on the most recent mission and had been looking forwards to nice hot showers and clean, dry clothes. They got the hot showers but when they were drying off and ready to change they found that someone had stolen all of their clean clothes, leaving only their pants.
But it was only Evan, John, Ronon, and Rodney who were left with only their pants; the rest of Lorne’s team had all of their clothes and were soon gone, laughing at their friend’s predicament.
Seeing that there were two choices, stay in the locker room until night or go out shirtless. Since they were hungry, the four men decided to bare the looks, giggles, and catcalls of the female personnel and walk around bare-chested.
Someone whistled at Lorne and he turned a beet red. As they neared the transporter he sighed with visible relief, wanting to get to his quarters the fastest way possible and pretend this never happened.
“Sorry guys, transporter’s out.” One of the female tech staff said, raising an eyebrow when she saw the four shirtless men in front of her.
“For how long?” John asked, hoping that it would be only a few minutes.
“Don’t know, maybe a few hours at most.”
Ronon grumbled something unintelligible and Lorne hoped that the floor would just swallow him while Rodney just fumed.
They tried the other transporters in the area but found that all of them were inoperable.
“Well, looks like we’ll have to take the stairs.” John said, turning around to go back the way they had come from. But something about this didn’t sit right with him; it seemed a bit odd that all the transporters in the area suddenly stopped working. Something was up, what he had no idea, but he had a feeling that he was going to find out soon.
---
“Everything ready?” Max asked. She, Crysta, and Lydia were standing on one of the balconies with their loads of clothes waiting for the signal.
“Yea, I’ve got the music set up and we just have to wait.” Lydia replied. She had enlisted the help from a few of the Tech staff to pretend that they were working on transporters and make it so John, Ronon, Rodney, and Lorne would have to take the round about way to their quarters and to do so would require them to walk through one of the larger, and more used, balconies.
Soon they could hear catcalls and whistles. “They’re coming.” Crysta said, leaning over to try and get a look.
Lydia giggled and moved over to her laptop, hitting a few keys. “Ok...let me know when they’re under us.”
Crysta craned her neck and followed them. “Now!” She said when they were under.
Lydia hit ‘enter’ on the keyboard and ‘I’m Too Sexy’ started blaring from the PA system.
I'm too sexy for my love too sexy for my love/Love's going to leave me/I'm too sexy for my shirt too sexy for my shirt/So sexy it hurts…
John stopped when music started blaring as did the others and most of the personnel on the balcony. They looked around for the source of the music and realized it was coming from the speakers set up around the deck.
Lydia let loose a wolf-whistle while Max and Crysta catcalled.
“Hey Evan!” Max shouted down towards Lorne.
Lorne looked directly up to see Max grinning like an idiot and waving his boxers over the railing like they were a flag. Feeling his face heat up at the laughter and catcalls from the women on the deck he shouted, “Care to give ‘em back?”
Max just laughed and shook her head. “Sorry,” She called out. “I’m keeping these.”
“Oh really?” Evan asked, eyebrow rising.
“You know John,” Crysta yelled holding up a pair of briefs. “I thought you were more of the boxer type of guy.”
“Yea well you caught me before I did laundry.” John replied, ignoring the giggles and looks he was getting from the women around him.
The music continued to play, looping to the start and McKay yelled, “Winter! Turn that music off now.”
Lydia just laughed and shook her head. “Sorry Rodney can’t do. But can I ask you something?”
“What?”
Lydia pulled out a pair of boxers and held them up with both hands while saying, “Where can I get these adorable teddy bear boxers?”
Everyone laughed while Rodney turned a deep shade of red. “They were a gift from my niece and I still have to do laundry.” He mumbled.
“So is this payback?” he asked the girls.
“No, this is payback.” Lydia shouted, nodding to Max and Crysta. They then raised the load of clothes they had taken, minus three pairs of underwear, and threw it all over the balcony.
“Go to it ladies!” Lydia yelled to the women on the deck, knowing that some of them would love to get a piece of clothing that belonged to one of the men.
It was chaos; the girls were competing with John, Evan, Rodney, and Ronon as well as each other to get a piece of clothing. John managed to get his jacket with only a few tears, Evan got his t-shirt with both sleeves ripped off, Rodney got both his jacket and shirt, and Ronon ended up with nothing. And all of them managed to get their socks and shoes back.
After the women who had taken the clothing had scampered off, the music had been shut off and general order had been restored the four men looked up to see Lydia, Crysta and Max each grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
John just smiled the three ladies and walked off towards his room with the others not far behind. They wanted a prank war? Then that’s what he was going to give them.
----
“So was it worth it?” Crysta said as the three of them walked out of Doctor Weir’s office. They had gotten an hour and a half lecture on how childish the pranks were and how they should have gone to her when the men had taken all the towels instead of trying to solve it their own way.
“Well let’s see; stealing their clothes, making them go commando, barefoot, shirt-less, playing ‘I’m too Sexy’ in front of a good portion of the Expedition, and making them wrestle for their clothes.” Max said, ticking off the points on her hand. “Yup totally worth it.”
“Good.” Crysta giggled. “But what are we going to do with their underwear? I think that they might try and get ‘em back.”
“Well I don’t know about you, but I’m planning on framing the pair I got.” Lydia said slowly grinning.
Max and Crysta laughed at the idea and Max said, “You know, that’s not a bad idea. It would look great on the wall in my room.”
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Date: 2007-06-21 04:44 am (UTC):-D
I can't stop grinning.
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Date: 2007-06-21 01:29 pm (UTC)Hint; the Sues + beers + men's swim practice
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Date: 2007-06-21 03:28 pm (UTC)Have you been on my hard drive lately? -pokes around in her files-
Granted, my prank war involved dressing them all in drag...but still.
Great minds, Neddy, great minds. -taps her forehead-
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Date: 2007-06-21 04:29 pm (UTC)This was just perfect!
Can't wait for the next one.
"Snowy"