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My hobbies are...
hiding and lying about hiding.
09 November 2009 @ 01:40 pm
21 January 2009 @ 09:14 am
Jess smiled into the sunshine. And if the smile didn't reach all the way to her eyes, you couldn't tell behind dark glasses anyway.
"She should be here in a bit." Jess put her phone away after a quick call to Em. The coffee shop was large enough to afford them the kind of impersonal public privacy. Her first cup of coffee was just that, black and steaming. Not something she would normally drink. But sugar just wasn't going to do it for her today.
She'd left Major Tibbs' house not ten minutes ago. No tears, no hugs. Just leaving behind a boy who couldn't be much younger than herself, looking as lost as she felt sometimes.
"...so..." Jess turned her attention back to Mitchell. "Don't take this the wrong way, but are you available for dinner sometime?"
"She should be here in a bit." Jess put her phone away after a quick call to Em. The coffee shop was large enough to afford them the kind of impersonal public privacy. Her first cup of coffee was just that, black and steaming. Not something she would normally drink. But sugar just wasn't going to do it for her today.
She'd left Major Tibbs' house not ten minutes ago. No tears, no hugs. Just leaving behind a boy who couldn't be much younger than herself, looking as lost as she felt sometimes.
"...so..." Jess turned her attention back to Mitchell. "Don't take this the wrong way, but are you available for dinner sometime?"
24 December 2008 @ 12:59 pm
It’s only pride that keeps her chin up as they return to the SGC. And not even her own pride.
Do not concern yourself with this matter.
No offense, Tian, but you’re not the one who screwed up and nearly got Colonel Tibbs executed.
…true.
She sighed out loud and winced when her team-mates gave her a scornful look. They didn’t understand, because they were all military, and had this kind of hold the line training drilled into them as a way of life. Even Tian, as non judgmental as he was, couldn’t really get Jess’s need to push things just a little further than they were supposed to go.
And to top that all off Jess and Tian hadn’t seen or heard from Em in ages.
She ditched her stuff in her bunk and started roaming the halls. Staying far away from the mess hall or the debriefing room until she absolutely had to go there.
Think she’s in the lab?
That would seem most likely. However, shouldn’t we not bother her? She has important work to do.
“Everybody here has got important work to do, I just want to say hi.” Sometimes she forgot herself and spoke to him out loud. Chatting what something that came second nature to Jess, and focusing her thoughts just for Tian was a strain when her nerves were already frazzled.
She poked her head into the lab where Em would probably be. And there she was. Jess smiled at the back of the thin girl, hunched over something that was no doubt significant and entirely unfathomable to Jess.
Quietly she moved forward. Jess had gotten very good at stealth since having a Tok’ra in her head. Almost every muscle she had was under complete control as she balanced lightly on her feet, and leaned over the back of an unsuspecting Emilie.
I do not approve of your use of my teachings, however… the execution was very well done, Jess.
Oh, you’re having fun and you know it.
She placed one hand on the small of Em’s back and whispered a gentle “Hey” into her neck.
muse: Jessica Chan
fandom: SG-1/psych
word: 354
Do not concern yourself with this matter.
No offense, Tian, but you’re not the one who screwed up and nearly got Colonel Tibbs executed.
…true.
She sighed out loud and winced when her team-mates gave her a scornful look. They didn’t understand, because they were all military, and had this kind of hold the line training drilled into them as a way of life. Even Tian, as non judgmental as he was, couldn’t really get Jess’s need to push things just a little further than they were supposed to go.
And to top that all off Jess and Tian hadn’t seen or heard from Em in ages.
She ditched her stuff in her bunk and started roaming the halls. Staying far away from the mess hall or the debriefing room until she absolutely had to go there.
Think she’s in the lab?
That would seem most likely. However, shouldn’t we not bother her? She has important work to do.
“Everybody here has got important work to do, I just want to say hi.” Sometimes she forgot herself and spoke to him out loud. Chatting what something that came second nature to Jess, and focusing her thoughts just for Tian was a strain when her nerves were already frazzled.
She poked her head into the lab where Em would probably be. And there she was. Jess smiled at the back of the thin girl, hunched over something that was no doubt significant and entirely unfathomable to Jess.
Quietly she moved forward. Jess had gotten very good at stealth since having a Tok’ra in her head. Almost every muscle she had was under complete control as she balanced lightly on her feet, and leaned over the back of an unsuspecting Emilie.
I do not approve of your use of my teachings, however… the execution was very well done, Jess.
Oh, you’re having fun and you know it.
She placed one hand on the small of Em’s back and whispered a gentle “Hey” into her neck.
muse: Jessica Chan
fandom: SG-1/psych
word: 354
16 December 2008 @ 08:39 am
Jess was busy making something in the small personal kitchen they had for long-term guests at the SGC.
I do not believe the recipe calls for that amount of sugar, Jessica...
"Well, it doesn't. But I think she'll appreciate the extra stuff." She hummed loudly to drown out any more of Tian's advice, but smiled a little as well. It was nice doing things on her own, with Tian. It gave them a chance to get to know each other slowly. And lately Jess had a new appreciation for taking things slow.
I do not believe the recipe calls for that amount of sugar, Jessica...
"Well, it doesn't. But I think she'll appreciate the extra stuff." She hummed loudly to drown out any more of Tian's advice, but smiled a little as well. It was nice doing things on her own, with Tian. It gave them a chance to get to know each other slowly. And lately Jess had a new appreciation for taking things slow.
08 December 2008 @ 09:39 pm
06 December 2008 @ 11:56 am
05 December 2008 @ 11:13 am
If you had one day left to live, how would you spend that day?
Jess is getting sick more often now. She doesn’t tell her mother, who would only worry uselessly. And demand she move back into the house. She doesn’t tell anyone really, except her dad, who makes it a point to find out how she’s doing each day.
Today she’s supposed to go to work with him. She signed all kinds of non-disclosure agreements just to be allowed in the door. Jess isn’t sure why her dad thinks this will be good for her. Not until she’s in a room, facing the oldest living man she’s ever seen before. Not that he looks old. If she hadn’t been told he was over 200 years old she’d never have guessed. Jess would’ve thought the guy was some kind of mid life crisis type, maybe a bit more stable. Except that he wasn’t going to be living much longer.
Tian’s host, she blinked at the explanation, hearing it but not listening. The host was dying; some complication with their bond… and the Tok’ra, the alien inside him needed a new one in order to survive.
Jess had never believed in aliens or secret government bases that covered these things up, and to find out her father worked for it all… it was almost more of a shock to hear than when she’d been told she would die. Apparently this alien could save her life; the only catch was that she would have to live with him inside her head for the rest of it.
“I… need to think about this…”
muse: jessica chan
fandom: psych/SG: 1
word: 256
Jess is getting sick more often now. She doesn’t tell her mother, who would only worry uselessly. And demand she move back into the house. She doesn’t tell anyone really, except her dad, who makes it a point to find out how she’s doing each day.
Today she’s supposed to go to work with him. She signed all kinds of non-disclosure agreements just to be allowed in the door. Jess isn’t sure why her dad thinks this will be good for her. Not until she’s in a room, facing the oldest living man she’s ever seen before. Not that he looks old. If she hadn’t been told he was over 200 years old she’d never have guessed. Jess would’ve thought the guy was some kind of mid life crisis type, maybe a bit more stable. Except that he wasn’t going to be living much longer.
Tian’s host, she blinked at the explanation, hearing it but not listening. The host was dying; some complication with their bond… and the Tok’ra, the alien inside him needed a new one in order to survive.
Jess had never believed in aliens or secret government bases that covered these things up, and to find out her father worked for it all… it was almost more of a shock to hear than when she’d been told she would die. Apparently this alien could save her life; the only catch was that she would have to live with him inside her head for the rest of it.
“I… need to think about this…”
muse: jessica chan
fandom: psych/SG: 1
word: 256
04 December 2008 @ 08:20 pm
You Are Silly Panties |
 You're a goofy, fun loving girl who is always smiling. You like your panties to be a silly secret - even if only you know. Men feel instantly relaxed around you, with a little instant chemistry too. Even though you're a goofball, you can be sexy when you want to. |
...oh, that's pretty true.
27 November 2008 @ 11:07 pm
Pills:
There’s a spot on the couch that I love more than any other seat in my parent’s house. It’s in the corner and has an extra little pillow. The best part is that the light from the window’s falls just right, so that as long as the sun is out you can sit and read all day long and not have a problem.
Not that I really ever did much of the passive sitting and reading all day, but my mother did sometimes. I didn’t mind watching her.
Now I sit there and think about things. How life changes so much in just a moment. Even if it feels like you haven’t changed at all. My mother doesn’t come down and read in the spot anymore, she keeps herself busy, charity events and coordinating for my little brothers.
When Dad comes home, it’s a little different. He doesn’t avoid looking at me. But the feeling is almost the same. Sometimes it feels like he’s looking through me, straight at the problem. This is in my bones, literally. Leave it to me to get the kind of illness you can’t cure by cutting it out. Which is just typical, my brother’s would say, if they knew.
Tonight he comes in and looks nervous, but excited. “I think I have a solution.” He said. He babbles to mother something about how work might have a way to cure me. But I think that’s pretty far-fetched, Dad’s work has always been a big secret, government, thing.
I’m not allowed to know what’s going on until I get there apparently.
muse: jessica chan
fandom: psych/SG1
word: 266
There’s a spot on the couch that I love more than any other seat in my parent’s house. It’s in the corner and has an extra little pillow. The best part is that the light from the window’s falls just right, so that as long as the sun is out you can sit and read all day long and not have a problem.
Not that I really ever did much of the passive sitting and reading all day, but my mother did sometimes. I didn’t mind watching her.
Now I sit there and think about things. How life changes so much in just a moment. Even if it feels like you haven’t changed at all. My mother doesn’t come down and read in the spot anymore, she keeps herself busy, charity events and coordinating for my little brothers.
When Dad comes home, it’s a little different. He doesn’t avoid looking at me. But the feeling is almost the same. Sometimes it feels like he’s looking through me, straight at the problem. This is in my bones, literally. Leave it to me to get the kind of illness you can’t cure by cutting it out. Which is just typical, my brother’s would say, if they knew.
Tonight he comes in and looks nervous, but excited. “I think I have a solution.” He said. He babbles to mother something about how work might have a way to cure me. But I think that’s pretty far-fetched, Dad’s work has always been a big secret, government, thing.
I’m not allowed to know what’s going on until I get there apparently.
muse: jessica chan
fandom: psych/SG1
word: 266
25 November 2008 @ 07:43 pm
I hate pineapple. I don't know if it's the too sweet deception that turns into something just plain nasty if your lips are a little dry. But it's a vicious fruit that stings, and even the outside of it is spikey and offputting. I'd much rather see a side of peaches sitting at the dinner table. They're soft and smell good.
I don't think anyone in their right mind would pick a piece of pineapple over a peach.
muse: jessica chan
fandom: psych
25 November 2008 @ 06:09 pm
21 February 2008 @ 07:44 am