I made a group of icons for some of the folks over at fandom_stockingVarious series: The Dredsen Files/ X-Files/ST:TNG/National Treasure 2
A couple of pic fics are on their way...but I'll post them tomorrow probably. :D :D :D







 
 


Short Fringe fic.  Spoilers for "Safe".  A little Astrid drabble.

I watch Walter walk into the room, his brain preoccupied with his random thoughts. Suddenly, he looks at me. “Ashley,” he starts.

“Astrid,” I firmly correct.

He snaps his fingers, as if it will help him to remember my name. “Astrid, yes! Anyway, I was just thinking about a bowl of hot chicken noodle soup. You know, the kind with big chunks of carrots and celery.” He turns to me with a hopeful look on his face. “Do you think--”

“No, Walter, I am not going to make you chicken noodle soup,” I interrupt, before he can ask.

“Oh,” he mutters, turning away with a frown.

Part of me feels bad; his request isn’t *that* unreasonable, especially coming from Walter. Maybe I would go down to the cafeteria and pick him up some soup during lunch.

I turn my attention back to my work--more research from Agent Dunham’s most recent time in the tank---that Walter has requested. As the data downloads into the database, my mind drifts to the conversation I had with my co-worker last night.

“Trid, I cannot believe you are still in that lab with that mad professor. I’m telling you, if someone sedated me, I would have kicked his ass to next Thursday,” he said with a smile.

I know he is not alone in his opinion. I see it in the looks of my fellow agents when I go back to the field office. I hear the whispers. Am I crazy, stupid or both?

But, I know the truth, that I’ve seen more--with the exception of Agents Mulder and Scully--than they ever hope to see. There is something, a pattern, here and I want to be the first one to know what is going on.

I am pulled out of my thoughts as another set of footsteps enter into the lab. “Ah! Peter,” Walter greets with a smile. “I was just thinking about some chicken noodle soup. You know, the kind--”

“That’s going to have to wait, Walter. Olivia just called. She needs up to meet her at Philadelphia National Bank. Apparently, there is a body trapped in a wall.”

Yeah, I think as Peter helps Walter put on his sweater, I love my job. 

 


SGA drabble.  John and Teyla friendship, season 1.

Of all the things Teyla expected to see on Atlantis, nothing could have prepared her for the sight that sat before her.

The ocean.

When she had first stepped in the Ancestors’ city, her people excitedly told her about the seemingly ending expanse of water that surrounded their new home. And when they were celebrating with those from earth the night before, she could see a hint of the ocean with its inky color in the horizon.

Still, she needed to see it during the day, with the bright sunlight bouncing off it. After making sure her people were settling as well as they could, Teyla made her way to an open balcony and walked outside.

The ocean greeted her with its distinct song and its sun-kissed blue surface. Teyla inhaled deeply, taking in her surroundings. She stood for a few moments, listening to the water crash into the city below her before the doors behind her slid apart.

“Incredible, isn’t it?” John asked, standing next to her.

“It is,” she agreed. “It is rare that I see waters such as these.”

John looked away from the impressive seascape to Teyla, frowning slightly. “There aren’t any oceans on your planet?”

She shook her head. “Not any that I am aware of. There are stories my people tell of a clan of explorers who long ago went from the village and discovered where land and sea met, but they are considered children’s tales.”

“I guess that means you don’t know how to surf,” he commented with a grin.

A confused smile fluttered over her lips. While she didn’t understand what he was talking about, his charisma drew Teyla in. “I am afraid not.” She turned to face him completely. “Is it true that most of your planet is covered with water?”

He nodded. “This,” he said, nodding to the ocean, “is the only thing that reminds me of home.” He saw her cringe slightly. “You know you and your people can return to Athos if you want.”

Though there was a part of her that wanted to do exactly as the major suggested, to back to the lands she grew up in, she knew her people were will protected on Atlantis. To live without fear of a Wraith attack was something the Athosians had never known.

“We do not know what condition the Wraith have left my village,” she replied with a frown. “Besides, I feel as if there is much our two peoples can learn from each other.”

John’s face lit up, pleased that she was deciding to stay. “We sure can. And as soon as McKay sets up the video feed, I’ll start by sharing with you the best game on my planet: football.”

Teyla turned back to the ocean wondering exactly what to expect from these people who play a game called football and live in a world with more water than land. 
 

 

SGA fic. A little different for me. Yeah...that's all I say. :D Rated PG-13...just in case. :D :D

The Ancients and Those Pesky Machines