Comment Fic Friday

[haldoor.livejournal.com]

And here it is, another Friday, so let's start the ball rolling on 2016's Comment Fic friday posts. This year I'll be posting these prompts once a month, usually on the second or third Friday of the month.



And if you don't know how comment fic works, this is all you have to do: use the prompt given in whatever way you like for whichever characters from any fandom (or an original fic of your own) and write a ficlet of any genre (unless I direct a specific one, which may happen on occasion!) that will fit into a comment (or two) and post it as a reply to the Comment Fic entry (or link it if you get a bit carried away with size!). Typically, a comment fic is around 700-800 words long, but anything around 1000 words or less can still fit the bill.

Now, this month's prompt is:

Glass half-empty or half-full?

So whether it's about a couple of your favourite characters arguing the age-old question of whether the cup is half-empty or half-full, or maybe it's one person contemplating why his/her life always seems to leave them wanting when they could be celebrating what they do have, or some other thing that the prompt sets your muses onto, comment here with your fic!

No deadlines, no limits on posting or writing. If it's a snippet from something bigger, or that's all she wrote, we'd love to see it!

And for the graphics people, how many icons does it inspire you to squeeze into a comment? Or perhaps a sigtag or a small banner? Go for it! ;-)

Comments

[itsanonyx.livejournal.com]

Are we also allowed to write less than 700 words?

[haldoor.livejournal.com]

Yes, absolutely! Anything from a drabble up to around 1000 words is fine. ;-)

[craterdweller.livejournal.com]

Cameron Mitchell twisted his mug of beer. It was either half-empty or half-full. A lot like his life, he supposed. Career-wise, the glass was definitely half-full. He led an elite team on missions that would astound even the best science fiction writers. And they were good people, his team. Dedicated, loyal, and definitely the best of the best. Over the past few years they had forged bonds stronger than any friendship and were more family then colleagues. Tonight they celebrated as if distant assignments and the passage of time had no bearing. So why was he sitting here alone contemplating his mug of beer?

He looked over to where the others were playing pool. The George Hammond was in dry dock while it underwent an overhaul to its engines, which meant Colonel Samantha Carter was enjoying some rare downtime. As was one Lieutenant General Jack O'Neill who had beamed into the SGC from Washington via the Hammond's transporters. Carter was subtly leaning against O'Neill as they watched Daniel Jackson, distracted by the flirtatious antics of Vala Mal Doran, miss an easy shot on the four ball. Mitchell laughed when a waitress serving the foursome a fresh picture of Guinness winked at O'Neill and then scampered off under Carter's glare. He missed having someone steady in his life.

Teal'c, the final member of the group, sat down beside him. "Cameron Mitchell, brooding does not become you."

"I'm not brooding, Teal'c. Tell me, do you see this glass as half-empty or half-full?"

"It is neither and both."

"What?"

But rather than expound on his answer, Teal'c having observed Mitchell unnoticed for several minutes asked, "Why do you long for something you cannot have, Cameron Mitchell? Her heart belongs to another."

"I'm not longing for a particular 'her', Teal'c. Besides, I'm happy for them."

"I see. Your discontent is in your current relationship status."

"Exactly, as in, it doesn't exist."

"I have never known you to lack for companionship when you desired."

"No, not companionship for a night or a week. I want something deeper."

"And you are wondering if you have missed your chance?"

Mitchell nodded.

"As you are not yet dead, then my answer would be that you have not. Perhaps you have not yet met the correct mate."

Mitchell downed the last dregs of his beer and considered the words of his friend. They were joined at the table by the other four. O'Neill filled Mitchell's glass from the pitcher of Guinness.

"Thank you, sir."

"Mitchell, lose the sir. I'm off duty. Besides, you should thank Daniel. He paid for it."

"It was Vala's fault. She distracted me."

"I'll say."

The quip threw both women into another fit of giggles, causing the men to roll their eyes. O'Neill stood and helped Carter with her coat. "I think we've had enough to drink for one night. I'm not as young as I used to be, ya know."

Carter smacked him none to gently on the arm. "Which is why that waitress was trying to flirt with you."

"Ow. Okay, we're going kids. Anyone else need a lift? Mitchell?"

"I'm fine."

Teal'c picked up Mitchell's keys off the table. "I will see that they all get home, O'Neill." He helped Mitchell to his feet and steadied him as they headed for the exit. "Did you conclude that the glass was half-empty or half-full?"

Mitchell considered the group's easy camaraderie. One day he would find that someone special, but for now, his life wasn't half bad. "Definitely, half-full."

[haldoor.livejournal.com]

Excellent! Suits the prompt so well. I love Teal'c's comments too - he's so spot-on! ;-)

[thtwzjustadream.livejournal.com]

Did it! Actually pulled together a story using four separate prompts from the comm this week!

Glass Half... (http://archiveofourown.org/works/5798278)
Rating: Teen
Fandom/Pairing: H50 - semi-cannon fic with Steve/Danny if you squint
Words: 2,007
Summary: Steve and Danny fight- and the words cut a little deeper than usual. In the end, though, actions speak louder than words.

[haldoor.livejournal.com]

Excellent use of all the prompts, especially this one, my dear! ;-)