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The things you come up with when you should be doing International Private law. Or, Criminal procedural law. Or, really, anything but this. (In my defense, it's short enough so that the writing urge was purged within five minutes).

However.
Uhm.

This should probably be subtitled "How to make [livejournal.com profile] auburnnothenna scream and flail within 225 words"

I'll just ... Let you make up your own mind about this.

No spoilers, just ... slight madness. And speculation on a subject that would have to come up after a while when they spend years on Atlantis. Generally a low rating - Innuendo is entirely in the eye of the beholder. I know where I stand in this, however. :o)





"I've had enough of this," Elizabeth says. "Hold him, Rodney. Don't let him get up."

John struggles against Rodney's arms. "McKay!"

"Sorry, Colonel."

They have him pinned on the straight-backed chair, Rodney holding John's protesting arms behind his back .

"Don't even think about it. I'll kill you."

Elizabeth flicks the knife, letting it catch the light, illuminating something downright manic in her eyes. She smiles at Rodney. "Will you, now?"

John swallows. "Elizabeth …"

She inches closer, standing between his legs, knife ready in hand. John shrinks back from her hands, into Rodney's hold.

He tries for reasoning. "This really isn't necessary."

She smiles broader, intent gleaming in her eyes. "Oh, but I think it is."

Seeing that he doesn't get any leverage with her, John, over his shoulder, turns his best command voice on Rodney: "Damn it, McKay, let go of me right now."

Rodney's eyes flicker uncertainly to Elizabeth but he doesn't let go.

"It's for your best."

"My best, you bastard --" John strains again, but stops when the knife in Elizabeth's hand touches his temple.

"Don't you trust me, John?"

"Don't. Please." There actually is fear creeping into his voice and when the hell did that happen?

"This won't take long," Elizabeth says silkily.

John closes his eyes and waits for the sound of the knife. Elizabeth's and Rodney's breath shiver over him and he feels the first strands of his hair fall.





Meanwhile - I need inspiration for the dark!fic (which, yes, I'm working on outside of study hours.). What are songs you'd suggest for an intensely claustrophobic feeling?

Date: 2005-09-07 10:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] meko00.livejournal.com
Hee. Very cute. :-)

Hmm. Rite of Spring or the intense passage in Romeo and Julia (the title of which has slipped my mind).

Date: 2005-09-07 11:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] eretria.livejournal.com
Rite of Spring

Strawinski's "Le sacre du printemps"? I mean, we're talking classical here, right? If that's what you meant - hmm, yes. Good choice.

Date: 2005-09-07 12:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] meko00.livejournal.com
Strawinski's "Le sacre du printemps"?
Yes. We call it "Våroffer". Lovely piece, if not very ... soothing. ;-)

Date: 2005-09-13 02:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rossendale.livejournal.com
One day, you'll have to explain to me how this fic came about and what exactly you meant by it. Pressed a few of my kink buttons, it did, so I'm curious. I might have misunderstood it, though. Great little piece of work!

Meanwhile, as for music, it's rather dramatic and maybe not claustrophobic enought, but I find it very dark: Do you know the title track of the movie soundtrack "Requiem for a dream"? It was used with the trailers for LOTR2 at first.

SR

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