Snagged from rowan_d.

[mrv3000]

I'm in a chipper mood today. Might have a plot for the fic sequel. (No, no bubble-wrap monsters this time around - something more squirrelly.) But everyone should have a personal Beck to bounce ideas off of, and who will then take your ideas one step further to make them work. \o/

And so because of the chipper-ness, a meme:

Reply to this post with a quote from one of my fics. It can be anything from one sentence to a paragraph, depending on the context. Enough to give a person a fair shot at recognition. Then I will try to tell you which fic of mine it's from (without cheating and looking it up:)).

If you stump me utterly, I will write you a drabble of your choice.

My fics can be found on my site, or if you want to try and wade through my journal, here's my fic tag. However, the LJ fic tag doesn't have a lot of my older stuff (pre-LJ) and...not sure I've tagged all my fics that I do have on LJ. :D I'll write for any pairing (or non-pairing) or fandom. Of course if I have no knowledge of said pairing or fandom, I will make crap up. La.

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[mrv3000.livejournal.com]

Okay, this turned into a double drabble...




"You know, I *can* carry my own briefcase, Jack."

Jack. That was new, but he could easily get used to it; and used to picking her up from work to do pretty much anything where she called him Jack.

"Decided your briefcase and I needed to bond. We're gonna be spending a lot of time together, apparently."

Carter -- he *really* needed to start thinking 'Sam' -- chuckled. "I'm working from home tomorrow."

Okaaay. Did that mean anything? When was the last time she worked from home?

He threw the briefcase behind the seat of the truck.

CRINKLESMUSH.

Hell. The flowers. The ones he didn't think the guards needed to see and so were safely stowed behind the seat.

Carter...Sam hopped into the truck, completely giftless. Not that she needed a gift, just this was new and new things needed...things, which he swore made perfect sense if he stopped thinking about it.

He came this close to handing her a Snickers bar.

"Thanks for the flowers."

Jack winced. Figured she would have noticed.

"No, really. It's really very sweet." She gave him a big, somewhat amused, smile -- the smile that just made fifty dollars of smashed flowers worth it.

[joyfulfeather.livejournal.com]

*buries face in paperwork to hide BIG DOPEY GRIN*

Awww, Jack! :D Thank you!

[mrv3000.livejournal.com]

Hee! Glad you liked it!