Bite Sized Bits of Fic

Stargate Multiverse, Any, a child's birthday celebrated as only members of the SGC can

(If you were having a birthday this year, I'd say Happy Birthday!)

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tigriswolf

(thank you!)

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Sam wasn't entirely sure when exactly she lost control, but she suspected it was when Jack announced to the room at large, “Every kid needs a birthday party,” and everyone from Landry to the visiting Ronon agreed.

“I should have said no,” she muttered now, watching as the cabin was pelted with yet more paintballs.

Seriously, why were paintball guns necessary for three year olds? Why? Whatever happened to a pizza party at the bowling alley?

A paintball whizzed by her face, splattering perfectly on the tree beside her. Rodney laughed like a maniac, then turned and chased after John; he ended up nailing Daniel—who was plastered to Ronon's side—in the back, causing him to cry out.

“That's it!” Sam snapped, grabbing up Daniel and stripping him out of the protective vest she'd (thankfully) insisted the boys wear. He had the start of good-sized welt beneath his left shoulderblade, one that'd likely turn to a bruise, and she looked right at Jack as she said, “Next game.”

Knowing better than to challenge his wife, he replied, “Okie dokie,” and ran back to the cabin while pulling off his own gear, dragging Rodney and John with him.

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Three year olds playing paintball? Bwa ha ha! Oh, that's a recipe for disaster. I love that Sam finally has enough and puts an end to that part of the party, and how quickly Jack complies. ::grins::

Love it! Thank you!

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I know, right? It did not end well when we let my little cousins loose with my brothers' paintball guns, but there's something hilarious in watching these little people think they're so tough as they run around with paintball guns as big as they are. XD

I'm glad you liked it! Thank you for the prompt, hun.

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Oh man, sounds like quite the party indeed! Tiny tots and paintballs. But well done!

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Ain't no party like an SGC party. *grins*

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Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard, mid-life crisis

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Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, surprise party disaster

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Any, Any, all the candles on the cake start a fire

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When I was in school a guy who was the son of a fireman had his house go on fire because of birthday candles LOL not even the first housefire the fireman's son experienced, either O_O)

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Yikes!

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I know, right?

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Lucifer (tv), Lucifer Morningstar + Any, "Why do you get the party? You didn't do any of the work. You're mother should be the one celebrated today."

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Greek Myth, Medea, celebrating the birthdays of her deceased children in the Elysian Fields

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Star Trek Enterprise, Malcolm Reed/any, despite knowing that the crew wants to celebrate his birthday, he prefers to keep it quiet between himself and one/a select few

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Brooklyn Nine-Nine, ensemble, a birthday party and presents from the whole gang for ______ (there may or may not be shenanigans)

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Dragon Age, author's choice, Name Day celebrations in Thedas

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Enchanted Forest Chronicles, author's choice, what do you give a Dragon (King of the Dragons!!!) for her birthday?

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tigriswolf

*sporfle*

A cake made of wizards.

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heehee!

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Stargate Multiverse, Any, A birthday off-world.

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Harry Potter, Harry Potter/Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, When Draco finds out exactly how atrocious Harry's birthdays had been as a child, he plans the party of the century.

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Reign, Mary Stuart/Francis Valois, Celebrating the birth of their 1st child.

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Skyfall, James Bond/Q, "All the equipment returned? Undamaged?" "Happy birthday."

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clearly-odd.livejournal.com

^{(Let's uh... let's just pretend Q's birthday is in December or something)}
Q stared, bemused, at the assortment of objects before him.

A gun, a radio, a watch, and a USB stick.

He started to reach out for one of them, then stopped and glanced up at Bond with barely concealed suspicion. The agent, for his part, looked supremely amused. Q huffed and picked up the watch, turning it over in his hands.

“You tried the taser function?”

Bond nodded. “Worked very well. Though it did drain the battery a bit.”

Q hummed, still looking over the watch. “Not a scratch.” He murmured.

The gun was next. “Did you… did you actually clean the gun?” Q looked back at Bond.

“I do know how to care for the weapons I use, Q.” Bond replied, an undercurrent of amusement still running through his voice.

“Yes, well…” Q placed the gun back on the worktop and picked up the memory stick, “And this?”

“All the information you need.” Bond assured him.

Q hummed again and put the memory stick down. Every piece of equipment he had sent Bond out with sat before him, whole and in exactly the condition it had been issued. He was a bit perplexed.

It wasn’t as though Q didn’t understand missions might necessitate a bit of rough use for the gear he issued his agents. He didn’t begrudge them new guns or watches or even phones or tablets. It was a bit disappointing when something new and shiny was destroyed before it had really had a chance to work, but- well, human lives were generally more important. Q hadn’t come to expect any agent to return a full kit, not even those going out on supposedly simple missions. And yet…

“It must be a Christmas miracle.” Q said dryly, looking back to Bond at last.

“Well, it’s not exactly Christmas, but,” Bond leaned over and pecked Q on the cheek, amused and smug, “Happy birthday.”

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Ha! That's the best birthday present Q could have asked for, although I would bet it makes for many jokes thereafter about how it brought it all back once, Bond can do it again. Thank you! :D

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