I read somewhere that one should never fanfic a fanfic, but it's an impulse that, on occasion, I am unable to prevent. Yes, yes, I know that the reader is stymied by a story out of context. Yes, yes, I know that it ranks one's own writing below and subordinate to another storyteller. I don't care. :)
For example: With Pentapus' hopeful, uplifting and funny story 2010 (no relationship to the SG-1 episode of that name) I just couldn't resist a little snippet of comment fic when Pentapus and I discussed what John would wear. His Class As, of course.
If this little comment fic forces you to read 2010 by
pentapus first, so much the better.
Class As
By Icarus
Getting dressed for the award ceremony, John winced at himself in the hotel’s huge ornate mirror, tugging his jacket down to smooth it. The nice thing about uniforms was the anonymity. You just... disappeared... into a sea of blue. Except for the smirk, John could be anybody. Then he pulled on the hat, because his hair gave him away, though he set it at the angle that had always made his captain growl, "You should look like they just ironed you. Straighten that hat, Sheppard."
But it just didn’t feel right when it was on straight. They never wore it like that in the World War II movies.
Rodney's voice came around the corner of the bathroom. "If you're done primping yet, colonel...oh. Oh." Rodney's eyes went wide in the mirror behind him. "You're wearing that."
"What else would I wear?" Rodney and Zelenka were being awarded the Nobel Prize for Christ sakes.
But John was used to this reaction. The first time he'd put on the Class As for Rodney he'd had to have it dry cleaned an hour later. Certain kinds of stains were hard to get out.
Rodney blinked and said defensively, "Not that I'm into gratuitous emblems of authority, but oh, stand next to me for all the pictures, will you? A little bit behind me? This'll teach Jeannie for calling you scruffy."
John's face fell. "Hey...."
For example: With Pentapus' hopeful, uplifting and funny story 2010 (no relationship to the SG-1 episode of that name) I just couldn't resist a little snippet of comment fic when Pentapus and I discussed what John would wear. His Class As, of course.
If this little comment fic forces you to read 2010 by
Class As
By Icarus
Getting dressed for the award ceremony, John winced at himself in the hotel’s huge ornate mirror, tugging his jacket down to smooth it. The nice thing about uniforms was the anonymity. You just... disappeared... into a sea of blue. Except for the smirk, John could be anybody. Then he pulled on the hat, because his hair gave him away, though he set it at the angle that had always made his captain growl, "You should look like they just ironed you. Straighten that hat, Sheppard."
But it just didn’t feel right when it was on straight. They never wore it like that in the World War II movies.
Rodney's voice came around the corner of the bathroom. "If you're done primping yet, colonel...oh. Oh." Rodney's eyes went wide in the mirror behind him. "You're wearing that."
"What else would I wear?" Rodney and Zelenka were being awarded the Nobel Prize for Christ sakes.
But John was used to this reaction. The first time he'd put on the Class As for Rodney he'd had to have it dry cleaned an hour later. Certain kinds of stains were hard to get out.
Rodney blinked and said defensively, "Not that I'm into gratuitous emblems of authority, but oh, stand next to me for all the pictures, will you? A little bit behind me? This'll teach Jeannie for calling you scruffy."
John's face fell. "Hey...."
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Date: 2006-04-19 12:39 am (UTC)Icarus