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femme_fic: 10,000 - FINISHED, BABY!sga_genficathon: 1,100 - 1/5 of the way through, will do the rest tomorrowteam_sga miniathon: 300 - barely begun, but have outlinegate_women: 0 written, no outlineHowever, after an encounter earlier this evening, I'm still fuming.
Anyone willing to write me a Teyla-centric ficlet and help restore my equilibrium? I'd love a ficlet from you! I don't think I can wait until May to get fic about her!
Never written her? Give her a try! Not sure where to start? 100 words is fine! Think she's about as useful as a soggy biscuit? UNFRIEND PLZ, KTHXBAI!
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He still had his back to her, a clear gesture of how much of a non-threat he thought her to be. He was wearing a dark shirt and jeans, and there didn’t appear to be a coat nearby. Then again, he probably didn’t need one. She slid onto the barstool next to him, immediately swiveling the seat so she could glare at him.
“Care to give me a reason why I should not stake you tonight?”
“Well, for one, it’s rude to dust someone in the middle of a drink,” Sheppard drawled, keeping his gaze straight ahead. He was staring at his non-reflection in the mirror above the bar. “Bloody Mary, extra blood. Want one?”
“Funny,” Teyla said, narrowing her eyes as he took a drink. She couldn’t smell any blood, so he was just trying to get a rise out of her. “Tell me what you are doing here.”
“Checking out the Colorado Springs singles scene,” he sighed melodramatically, swirling his drink. “Eternal existence just isn’t the same without someone to share it with.”
“That is rather sleazy of you,” she sniffed. “Most of the girls here are how many years younger than you?”
“Two hundred and forty-five,” Sheppard said automatically, taking a long swallow of his drink.
Teyla arched an eyebrow, filing away that bit of information for Sam and Liz to digest later. Sheppard was much older than any of them had anticipated; he’d be hard to beat in a fight if it came to that.
“Yes, that is incredibly sleazy. Not to mention illegal. But when are you vampires not?”
“Being nice takes the fun out of things,” he replied. “I see you found yourself a date tonight. Admirable young man, asking the scary Slayer out for Valentine’s – ”
“If you even think of hurting him – ”
“Hey, it’s not me you have to worry about,” Sheppard said, surprisingly defensive. He twisted on his seat, looking at her at last. “You better hope your boy can defend himself, otherwise he’s going to make one tasty snack for Michael and his buddies. Does he know about your Slayer gig?”
Teyla did not meet his eyes, ashamed of being chastised by a vampire, of all people, and he snorted.
“You should know better, getting him involved without letting him know the risks. Do you think it’s fair to let him risk his life just so you can have your very own boy toy?”
“It isn’t, but neither is telling me that I must go without romance for the rest of my short life,” she said quietly. “If I choose to keep seeing him, I will bear the burden of my choices and protect him.”
Sheppard downed the last of his drink and leaned over the counter, looking for a bartender. He caught the attention of a sweaty, nervous looking one and waved him over.
“I’d like a Budweiser,” Sheppard said. The waiter nodded and scrambled back to the middle of the bar. “You’re not going to stay with him, you know.”
“You know what they say about people who assume,” Teyla replied, affronted by his attitude. “You barely know me, let alone Evan.”
“But I know Slayers.”
That he did. Liz had discovered that Sheppard had killed at least three Slayers in his time, more than most vampires in the books. Knowing that she had allied herself with someone who could and had overpowered women like her before made Teyla deathly nervous. If she had known what she was getting into when she had agreed to be his ally…
“You’re all alike. You say you want a nice boy, one who hasn’t been exposed to the violence of your lifestyle, but then when you get that boy, you realize what a drag it is. Protecting him, shielding his innocence from all the bad things in the world,” Sheppard was smirking now, the expression twisting his features. “Soon enough, you’ll dump that nice boy and turn to the man who can fight, who can handle your strength and worships you for it. You want a man who has a little bit of darkness in him, just like...”
“You?” Teyla suggested dryly, watching his expression cloud. “Sorry, but I do not date out of my species.”
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*LAUGHS AND LAUGHS AND LAUGHS*
That last line made me roffle. Perfectly Teyla.
Now I hate you. I still want to write my version of Teyla-the-Vampire-Slayer. :)
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