Flight and Fancy, by Peanutbutterer (pg)
Feb. 20th, 2007 01:49 pmRec Category: Sheppard/Weir
Pairing: John Sheppard/Elizabeth Weir, friendship
Category: Sheppard/Weir, humor
Warning: none
Author on LJ:
peanutbutterer
Author's Website: n/a
Link: Flight and Fancy.
Why This Must Be Read: Because it has John and Elizabeth racing through corridors, battling Wraith, and arguing over whether Batman or Superman is better, okay? Really, the humor in this fic is so wonderful and lively. It makes me crack up every time I read it, because how many other conversations would there ever be with John and Elizabeth discussing Batman's nipples? *g*
It's more friendship than ship, more humor than anything, and it's still one of my favorite S/W ficlets.
“Superman wears blue tights and red underoos.”
Elizabeth rolled her eyes. “You honestly think that Batman’s suit is better?” she asked, brushing some of the rubble from her arms and bracing herself against their makeshift cover. “It has fake nipples for heaven’s sake.”
“Only in some of the movies,” he ground out through clenched teeth. “Damn Schumacher.” John reached into his vest pocket and retrieved a flashbang. “Close your eyes and cover your ears,” he instructed before removing the pin and lobbing the canister toward the guards. As the metal from the device clattered down the passage, John tugged Elizabeth to him and hugged them both to the floor, doing his best to cover her from the blast.
She winced as even through her covered ears the sound pulsed, then felt John pull away, his hand wrapping around her wrist, pulling her to her feet and into motion. “You just like the fact that Batman gets toys,” she accused.
“Maybe,” he admitted as they ran at a crouch, dodging the smattering of stunner blasts that tracked their progress and opening fire on the cluster of temporarily blind and deaf Wraith.
Pairing: John Sheppard/Elizabeth Weir, friendship
Category: Sheppard/Weir, humor
Warning: none
Author on LJ:
Author's Website: n/a
Link: Flight and Fancy.
Why This Must Be Read: Because it has John and Elizabeth racing through corridors, battling Wraith, and arguing over whether Batman or Superman is better, okay? Really, the humor in this fic is so wonderful and lively. It makes me crack up every time I read it, because how many other conversations would there ever be with John and Elizabeth discussing Batman's nipples? *g*
It's more friendship than ship, more humor than anything, and it's still one of my favorite S/W ficlets.
“Superman wears blue tights and red underoos.”
Elizabeth rolled her eyes. “You honestly think that Batman’s suit is better?” she asked, brushing some of the rubble from her arms and bracing herself against their makeshift cover. “It has fake nipples for heaven’s sake.”
“Only in some of the movies,” he ground out through clenched teeth. “Damn Schumacher.” John reached into his vest pocket and retrieved a flashbang. “Close your eyes and cover your ears,” he instructed before removing the pin and lobbing the canister toward the guards. As the metal from the device clattered down the passage, John tugged Elizabeth to him and hugged them both to the floor, doing his best to cover her from the blast.
She winced as even through her covered ears the sound pulsed, then felt John pull away, his hand wrapping around her wrist, pulling her to her feet and into motion. “You just like the fact that Batman gets toys,” she accused.
“Maybe,” he admitted as they ran at a crouch, dodging the smattering of stunner blasts that tracked their progress and opening fire on the cluster of temporarily blind and deaf Wraith.