There was a post about it a while back. I guess the lines were eventually cut from the finished product, but here’s how a scene in “Civil Defense” originally went down:
If I were to input his code, the
computer would scan my DNA pattern
to determine if I really were Dukat.
But what if we disconnected the
sensors in Ops... so that the computer
couldn't scan you?
Garak looks at her with sudden appreciation.
What a creative idea.
Tell me, do you eat breakfast,
My lunch calendar is full, but I am
looking for someone to join me at
breakfast. I'm sure the Doctor will
tell you it's the most important
meal of the day.
This is no time to plan your social
calendar. Can you rewrite your access
code or not?
And Andy, apparently, played it to the hilt. He was apparently a bit saddened that the writers kind of looked at it and went yeahhhhh, no.
(How much do I love that little dig at Bashir, though? “I’m sure the Doctor would tell you it’s the most important meal of the day…” hee hee hee!)
Addendum–huh. “My lunch calendar is full.” So who does he have lunch with when he’s not having lunch with Bashir? Inquiring minds want to know!
and the o’briens are the ‘everyman’ family too, like it’s AVERAGE that the family of a starfleet officer would naturally involve time-traveling children, pagh-wraith possession, android replicants, and that time keiko got turned into a 12-year-old.
“Average Starfleet Officer’s family undergoes traumatic incident three times a year actually statistical error Miles Georg O'Brien whose family lives on DS9 and undegoes three-thousand traumatic incidents a year is statistical outlier adn should not have been counted”
Star Trek: Voyager - Protectors by Kirsten BeyerYou are indeed correct, in the context of Janeway stating “Let me think, where did I leave the keys to that chastity belt” she was arguing with Admiral Montgomery about her relationship with Captain Chakotay and what would happen if she were to return to the fleet and be in charge (overseeing Captain Chakotay) out in the DQ. Here are two screen caps that may help put it into context and now that Protectors has been out for a couple of weeks, I don’t mind posting it (since it is a bit of a spoiler, though they already had spent their *only* night together at Proxima Station in an earlier book) So Montgomery is the one arguing the “finer” points of professional conduct with her.
I’m feeling very happy at the moment, and wanted to spread
some love to those that made it possible:
To hardrightturn for encouraging me to hang on to my
sanity during this rough work week, and for never failing to be my partner in
flail. That Stalker episode!! Thanks for always keeping an eye on the
sky for me. <3
To mylittleredgirl for being the queen of excellent
commentary; your hilarious tags on all things Star Trek and Stargate have kept
me entertained during this trying week. I’ve been thinking about you a lot and
sending as much love as I can your way.
To gilllianfoster who completely understands my partners
kink and will make me cry if she ever changes her blog name! Motive has been my
saving tv grace the last couple of weeks and season 2 is so right up my alley.
Thank you for introducing me to it – feel free to always send me your recs.
To earnmysong for keeping my brain occupied with important
sci-fi questions and 12 Monkeys theories. AND FOR WRITING ME FIC.
And for sending me snippets of other work in progress fics, and for reaching
out to me to make sure I’m okay when I disappear. Also, for Center Stage. And
your positivity and enthusiasm. There are lots of reasons you make me happy.
To syd15 – do I really need to explain? All the fandoms, all
the thoughts, basically. You get me. :D And you tag everything so I can search
for stuff – this is a big deal when it’s late at night and I need a spiral.
Plus, you’re trying to help me get out of the Under The Dome disaster I put
myself in which is no small undertaking. Thanks for replying to posts and for
To bhalobashi because omg thank you for still watching Suits
and chatting with me about it. I don’t know why we’re doing this to ourselves,
but I love discussing the episodes with you. Our talk on Wednesday spurred
forward the fic I’d been puttering around in, and Thursday and Friday were much
less painful work days with otp thoughts in my head.
And to cottonwoolfairy because even though we’ve never chatted, I’ve been seeing you liking/reblogging my posts all week and it makes me smile. I
think we’d get along swell. :)
Thanks to all of you this week, and to so many more but then I’d have to long post tag this. You guys are all good people.
Title: “Lost Time” Author: Little Red Bingo: “Theft” (or SIGN UP FOR YOUR OWN BINGO CARD HERE!!) Summary: John has lost a lot of things. Mostly socks, lately. Category: Sheppard/Weir. For the first day of Sparktober, what else but post-fix-it fluff and a bingo square?
excuse me i would like to buy a ticket for passage on any and all ro laren ships thank you.
hello there friend would you like to sit here in the corner with me and cry about how this character deserves much more love and attention than she gets and about how there is so much potential for b'elanna torres and ro laren working together and falling in love, but there is no fanfic?
Jesus you icon is macgyver I have thought it was season 1 Daniel Jackson this entire time.
Please understand that when I say that this made me laugh for ten minutes, I am not laughing at YOU. I am laughing at the fact that MacGyver in his undercover persona of Dexter Fillmore does kinda look like Daniel AND I NEVER NOTICED. Bless you for bringing this to my attention.
TOP 5 SPARKY MOMENTS (and just to make it interesting: from canon or fanon!)
“You okay?” “No.” “You will be. Let’s hold hands.” “YES, LET’S!”
When John turns into a puppy and only wants to snuggle Elizabeth and she gets super embarrassed about having to find a plant for him to pee in.
John’s face when Elizabeth throws herself at him at the end of The Siege and he realizes he never wants her to stop touching him because it makes him tingly in all the right places.
When they have to sleep together because there’s some sort of disease or bad guy or people need moral support and for some reason Kate declared that everyone needs a buddy but Elizabeth is all, “I don’t need a buddy I’m a leader” and John’s like, “You’re my buddy whether you like it or not” and she totally likes it.
“John Sheppard, are you defending my honor?" "NO! YES! No, definitely yes. Wait, what was the question?”
sga: The Team stumbles back through the gate and, okay, [one/some/all] of them might be a little drunk, but like, for CEREMONIAL REASONS. Elizabeth hates everything. Choose your own adventure: there could be makeouts, or just exasperation.
I hope this meets your needs for sufficiently exasperated Elizabeth! :D
The stargate blossomed open and Elizabeth made her way to the stairs, her usual position for welcoming offworld teams back to Atlantis. Ronon came through, supporting John with an arm around his shoulders, and Rodney similarly supported Teyla.
“You didn’t say you were injured, we would have had a medical team ready,” Elizabeth said, rushing forward. "What happened? Are you okay?“
John grinned. "Never better! Hey, your hair looks pretty like that.” Elizabeth blinked in surprise, then connected the dots when Teyla stumbled and started giggling uncharacteristically.
She raised an eyebrow at Ronon, who shrugged. "Obviously, they’ve had a bit too much to drink,“ Rodney said, dragging Teyla forward. "Some kind of ceremonial deal-sealing business, I don’t know, it involved a lot of cup-draining. Luckily I was busy doing something actually useful like gathering data on their technology so I wasn’t involved.”
“Hey,” John said, “that’s your loss, Rodney.”
“And you, Ronon?” Elizabeth asked. Ronon shrugged again.
“Satedans drink a lot. I’m good.” He looked down at John with an expression that Elizabeth could only categorize as amused tolerance.
“The Kintari are very eager to trade with us,” Teyla slurred. She leaned in closer to Elizabeth and added in a suggestive tone, “Very eager.”
“Hey, I never said I would sleep with the ambassador’s daughter,” John protested. "She wouldn’t take no for an answer. That’s why, that’s why– wait, what was I talking about?“
"Yes yes, we all are in awe of your ability to have alien women throw themselves at you, Colonel.” Rodney handed Teyla over to Elizabeth, who staggered a little as Teyla clung to her arm. "Now if there’s nothing urgent to discuss here, some of us have work to do.“
Elizabeth beckoned to one of the soldiers stationed nearby. "Lieutenant Johnson, please assist Ronon in getting the Colonel and Teyla back to their rooms to … sleep it off.” Johnson took Teyla’s arm from Elizabeth and wrapped it over her shoulders.
“But I’m not tired,” Teyla said.
“We haven’t given you our report yet,” John added.
Elizabeth sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "You can give me your report when you’re sober, Colonel. Go to your room. That’s an order.“
John muttered something that sounded like, "Yes, Mom.”
“What was that?”
“I said, yes, ma'am.” He haphazardly saluted her as Ronon hauled him away, and Elizabeth rolled her eyes.
“Go to your room,” she muttered to herself as she walked back to her office. "Guess I deserve to be called ‘Mom’ for that one.“