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Note: Request for Eric/Shannon pairing, so I went for history.
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Note: _nickstokes_ also wanted and appearance by ray__k and a poodle
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Note: For doctorhouse_tm who wanted leather.
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Note: For cia_jayhawk who wanted a Kyle/Shan pairing, Shamu and SeaWorld. I again went for a possible history/future/time-bendy post thing. Whatever. It's a fic. Go with it.
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Note: For heroof_canton who requested Sex(y)!Shan with Jayne, duh. So, this one takes place oh, six months or so after HIS story about betraying her.
Words: 2253 (I know... it ate my brain)
PS for Lani: I showed her both endings and she wanted THIS one. So... yeah. Here it is, kissing scene and all.

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"It's not ladylike to pout, Shannon Elizabeth. Sit up and act properly."

The stern voice came from her mother and Shannon responded immediately. Her spine straightened and she crossed her legs at her ankles, tucking them beneath the plush chair she had been seated in. She hadn't even wanted to attend the party, but her parents had insisted. It was the right thing to do. The proper thing.

A smile was plastered on her face and she greeted the next person who stood next to her chair with all the ease born of a good Southern upbringing. That was until her mother looked at her. Then she stood and shook hands. Like a proper lady.

"Yes, thank you," she simpered, her voice as sugary as possible. Whatever the man was saying about her performance wasn't anything she was interested in hearing. She had placed second and she was certain to hear later about how it was difficult for her father to take time out of his busy schedule to attend her performances and how she should be grateful that he could make it... how the least she could do was make a real effort to place first-

Shannon took her hand back and blinked, still smiling. Less than three hundredths of a point had separated first from second. It wasn't as if she hadn't tried.

I have a right to pout. I did better than Joely Carter. She didn't even land her jump right, Shannon thought bitterly, the smile slipping as another pout took over. Besides. Her teeth look funny. And her costumes are ugly. And-

She caught her mother's eye. No more pouting. She took a breath. She'd just have to try harder next time. Give her parents a reason to be proud.


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Shannon Weiss
Stargate OC
Age: 12 Years
Word Count: 314

Who do I need to forgive? What a way to start the introduction process. To say I need to forgive someone is to imply that someone has done me a wrong that wasn't instantly taken care of in one form or fashion. Don't get me wrong. As a government agent, I don't just go around randomly killing people that piss me off. That would be morally ambiguous at best, and besides. Our government is not one that condones such behavior.

*clears throat and hides smile*

At any rate, let's see. Someone I need to forgive... well, the first one that comes to mind would be Director Kennedy. That weasley little bastard not only set me up, but endangered the lives of everyone on this planet. The worst part? He knew it and didn't care.

Actually, I take that back. The worst part was that he didn't tell me. ME. His sparkling protege. The one he had been grooming for seven very long years to take his place at the agency. The problem wasn't that he was endangering the planet's population. Not at first. At first, my feelings were hurt. Then, it dawned on me, the implications of what it was he was trying to do. The organization he was trying to destroy is so vital to the survival of this planet that everything else just pales in comparison.

*shakes head*

Needless to say, my days of blindly following orders are OVER. Kennedy blew it. And then he blew up. The prison he was in suffered a mysterious fire. Heartbroken? Not I. Pissed I couldn't kick his ass before the bastard bit it? Oh, that was more like it. Until I found out he was still alive. Only this time I was on the other side trying to bring HIM down... and in the end it was a hollow victory. Because my feelings were still hurt that he lied to me.

He'd always kept me in on the little things, even the things a rookie shouldn't know. Didn't NEED to know. He always told me. Funnily enough, those things had kept me safe more times than I can remember. But this? He was so ready to sacrifice me to the lions den without even thinking about it. And he's still out there. Supposedly, he's in another prison. Until there's another fire and I get called back. Again. He'll be a plague on me forever.

I don't know if I CAN forgive him. Not for that.

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Muse: Shannon Weiss, CIA
Fandom: Misc. Characters
Word Count: 433

The white she was looking at was replaced with the top of the ambulance as the sheet was pulled back from her face. She gave the man looking down at her a wry grin and he chuckled. She shifted a little and complained, "Come on, Feretti, get me off of this thing."

Being strapped to the gurney was not her idea of a good time. Neither was the tiny tranq dart that had hit her near her heart. Whatever was needed to be convincing, though. Once Louis Feretti had undone the straps on the side, she sat up and shook off the sheet completely. Looking down at her ruined blouse, she sighed. "I liked this one, too." Rolling her eyes in disgust, she then turned her attention to the 'medic'. "And did you FORGET the mouth guard? Because I could have SWORN CPR didn't require a slip of the tongue."

"You know me," he countered and she laughed and peered into the driver's seat.

"Malcolm, that you?" Malcolm Barrett waved with one hand from where he was careening in and out of traffic, lights and sirens blaring. "By the way, guys? Even on the lowest settings, those mini-defibs still HURT. I have to wake up eventually. That's gonna leave mark."

"Anything to catch a glimpse," Feretti responded and Shannon smacked him.

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Monday afternoon, as the building was being sold back to its original owners, Ma'at and Elithriel were packing up Shannon's apartment, with a lot of help from the men in grey that had originally moved Shannon in. Shannon herself was on her way to Washington DC. She had a quick trip to make. It would take less than 12 hours.

Tuesday morning, as the last of the boxes were loaded into a moving truck, Elithriel was making calls and Ma'at was finalizing funeral arrangements. By Tuesday evening, the rest of the cast was in town. That afternoon, one Andrea Gordon had finalized the cash purchase of a shiny, new, cherry red Porsche Boxter, and she began the drive to Colorado Springs. She didn't look back.

Wednesday morning, Stargate Command attended the funeral of Shannon Weiss.

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Once in Colorado, Andrea transferred the title to her brother, one 'Andrew Samuels'. It was a gift, she told the woman at the Licsening Department. As the car was completely paid for, no one batted an eyelash.

When the rest of the SGC personnel flew back into Colorado Springs, Shannon met them on the 28th floor, handing Andy the keys (and title) to his new car.

"Thank you for all your help in planning my 'death', now lay off of Baby," she teased. "Ma'at wants to keep her intact." A wink and she walked away before he could pick his jaw up off the floor.



[With thanks to... oh, everyone at the SGC for playing and ficcing. WOW. Apologies to Nickmun, Athenamun and Raymun, all of whom knew after the fact but before this post. Secrets are a spy's way of life ;)]

Have you ever been cheated on? Done the cheating? Whether cheating on a test in high school or a relationship, write about cheating and it's effect.

Never cheated at school... never had to. But that's not what this question really wants to know. The test part came in as an afterthought to the rest of it... so, okay. Here goes. Cheating.

Been cheated on? I suppose not technically. I mean, Ray was fucking dating me and the entire time he was fantasizing about fucking dating his partner, that colorful Canadian Mountie. Does it count as cheating? Most men wouldn't think so, but if you're seeing someone and sleeping with them and staying in their apartment or inviting them to stay in yours over the course of months, all the while wanting to be with someone of the opposite sex? Yeah, I'd say it's cheating, even if you've never laid a hand on another person.

I'm not bitter. No, really. I'm actually not. I wish them all the best.

Is it cheating if, say... you're both still madly in love and one of you writes some bullshit letter that tells you to move on (with the non-cheating asshole described above, no less) so that they can sleep with your best friend? I mean, not really, right? After all, that's a technical break-up letter, isn't it? Even if they were overcome with guilt immediately after (and apparently said your name DURING, even), does that count as cheating? I'd say so, but again, maybe it's just me.

Again, not so much with the bitter. Not after all this time. What can I say? I'm a forgiving sort. Nevermind the assortment of weapons at my disposal.

Onto effect. Effect?

In the first case, I faked my death, caused massive amounts of guilt and went on my merry way. In the second, I got smashingly drunk, left the galaxy and all was well. Either way, I'd say I got the better end of the bargain.

I met a great guy who, for all his overprotectiveness and Neanderthal leanings, would never cheat. I've learned my lesson. Third time's a charm. I wouldn't just walk away... someone would definitely go down. Oh, yes.

And that? Is what the effect of constantly being on the recieving end of Aphrodite's toilet seat does to you.


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Shannon Weiss, CIA
Stargate OC
381 Words

From L->R: 1LT Aedeline 'Addie' Sorokin, Agent Shannon Weiss, Maj. Jim 'JR' Riley, Maj. Mike Riley. Contrary to what it looks like, I am NOT staring at Jim's ass, kthnx.




And then just me:



Addie sure knows how to take a great photo. I obviously wasn't even paying attention. I look like I was concentrating very hard on something like keeping the guys outta trouble.


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Weir then snatched the camera from Rodney, told us all to get into our places to take our photo and 'lo. Jim had to go divulging PRIVATE INFORMATION.



AKA: The REAL reason Jim got bitchslapped. Mike did it for me... Thanks, Mike. Love you!

Tell us about an experience you had in school.

AN experience? I’m guessing you don’t want to know about the time I got my only C. Or how I nearly beat my boyfriend to a pulp when I found him with a friend of mine. No… that’s not the kind of experience you’re talking about.

You want to know about THE school experience. The quintessential school experience. The absolute embodiment of every girl’s ‘experimental phase’.

THAT experience?

Sure, I had one.

It involved lots of alcohol, but with a roommate like that, you learned to hold your liquour very quickly. It didn’t culminate in anyone getting sick or passing out… not really. Just lots of touching and hands and fingers and lips and…

Wow.

She had really fantastic hair. A great smile. Really gorgeous eyes. And to be completely honest? She was one of the best kissers I have ever met. Gentle and soft and, subsequent abusive personality aside, really just sweet about the whole thing.

A lot of the details are fuzzy, but I think it started off as a ‘let’s just see where this goes’ kind of thing and went from there. We both fit in my twin bed and really… it was a pretentious girls college. What did they THINK went on when copious amounts of alcohol was sneaked into the dorm?

All in all, it wasn’t a bad experience. And we bring it up now and again to tease each other. Athena’s still my best friend, even if we don’t keep in touch as much as we used to. And certainly not as ‘in touch’ as we were that night.



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Shannon Weiss, CIA
Stargate OC
275 Words

Let’s see, I’m from Central Texas. If you ask them, it qualifies as ‘Deep South’. Therefore, I was at church every Sunday, hats and gloves donned. And let me tell you, gloves and pocketbooks, wide-brimmed hats and all the accompanying accessories are fun.

When you’re eight.

As soon as you hit puberty, it becomes a burden. Because after that, it’s back to the mammoth pretension of a house for tea. Iced or hot, up to you, but you’re drinking it. It’s all part of your Religious Sunday Experience as the daughter of a Good Southern Family.

As I got older, I realized that my level of dedication to any religious affiliation at all lay in direct proportion to the lethality of weapon I was staring down. If I could outrun it, I was okay with God. If it could be shot or hurled faster than my four inch heels could move with me in them? I was praying to every deity imaginable.

Oh, and on another note, I’m guessing that screaming “Oh, GOD!” doesn’t really count when it comes to religion, no matter HOW close HE thinks it came to a religious experience, right?




[Shannon Weiss]
[Original Character]
[190 Words]

And while you wallow in your wounds
You let the devils draw near
One more mile is all we have
You got nothing to fear


She ran. Pushing the branches of the trees that were hanging in her face out of the way, she ran. The twigs around her ankles snapped back and whipped lashes across her calves, but still, she ran. The bushes she darted through cut their way across her thighs, but she did not stop.

She could hear the voices, the angry shouting behind her. The loud stomping, the brush crashing and even though the bottoms of her bare feet were mangled by the rocks and sticks that lay on the ground, Shannon continued to run.

To stop meant death. Again.

And again, and again.

If she were to die now, she wanted to die and stay dead. No more innuendo. No more firesticks. No more beatings. No more chains.

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