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This wasn't right. Will eyed the offered plate and then blearily squinted at Elizabeth in suspicion. He could have sworn she was furious earlier, yet here she was offering him a plate of something as a peace offering. This definitely wasn't right. He tried a little more urgently to recall more than the foggy memories of the disaster that had been breakfast. There had been rum. Lots of rum. Gallons and gallons of-- no wait, he was getting distracted again. Her smile was starting to look more predatory and he squirmed. Rum, yes, there had been rum and then a headache. A rather painful headache. And she'd been there opening windows and rattling pots and... he had said something. Definitely predatory now. Having come up with nothing he slid into his best innocent smile and took one of the offered... things. They were small and round and covered with a powered sugar and smelling faintly of-- wait, she'd baked him cookies?

He glanced over at Jack who was staring at the proffered plate with dawning horror. The Captain seemed near tears and Will had never seen him that upset since Elizabeth had set an island on fire and... Oh.

He looked at the cookie in his hand mournfully. Elizabeth was getting a tad vindictive lately.


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Title: It Wasn't Luck
Length: Drabble, 100 words
Rating: PG
Source: StarGate Atlantis/Pirates of the Caribbean
Notes: Everyone has a talent... ^_~
Crossposted to: [livejournal.com profile] drabbles, [livejournal.com profile] _fanfics_

It wasn't luck. Sheppard had long ago ruled out luck, no matter how you twisted the definition. Accident prone was closer, but somehow the pirate always managed to come out the other end unscathed. The same could rarely be said for the rest of the team. Rodney had taken to calling him Captain Albatross and Teyla had flatly refused to let Jack join her on any more of the diplomatic missions. That left Sheppard and Ronon to deal with the dangerous talents of their temporary teammate. Oddly enough the trio fared rather well.

It wasn't luck, but it would do.


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Title: Liquid Courage
Length: 100 words (it's a drabble after all) ^_~
Rating: PG? SillyFic
Source: StarGate Atlantis/Pirates of the Caribbean
Notes: Written for [livejournal.com profile] fairestcat in an attempt at SillyFic to make her smile... and it turned out less like SillyFic and more as a really bad episode idea... hmmm, I shall have to try again! ^_~
Crossposted to: [livejournal.com profile] drabbles, [livejournal.com profile] _fanfics_

"I don't see how--"

"Hush," Sparrow cut Sheppard off with an annoyed gesture, eyes glued to the heavenly vision of the retreating barmaid. Heathens, all of them. He sighed happily and ignored his unwanted conscience in drab blue. Such an unflattering color.

Sheppard waved a hand in front of Jack's face. "Hello? Mission? Am I the only one paying attention during briefings?" He ignored the guilty look Teyla and Ronan exchanged.

"You wanted Barbossa, and you shall have him... after another drink." Jack raised his flagon and whistled, giving the barmaid his best smile when she turned. "Or two."


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Title: Possibly
Length: Drabble, 100 words
Rating: PG
Source: StarGate Atlantis/Pirates of the Caribbean
Notes: Random drabble inspired by a short fic by Tielan... apparently Jack just won't stay quiet. ^_~
Crossposted to: [livejournal.com profile] drabbles, [livejournal.com profile] _fanfics_

"Well, now you see that might be a problem."

Dr. Weir did her best not to strangle the newest member, no, not member, newest stray that Col. Sheppard had adopted. "Mr. Sparrow--"

"Captain," he interjected with the flattering grin that was starting to give her a headache.

"Mister Sparrow, where is the rest of your team?"

"Ah…" There was a pause, and she could almost feel him searching for a tactful way to answer. "Yes. Well," that smile again, "I might, possibly, have borrowed something--"

"Borrowed something?"

"Possibly."

She sighed. This was going to be a long night.


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