Reconciled with Rodney after Doranda, John dreams of things past, present, and to come.
"All right, finish up your milk, and I'll watch you brush your teeth." Ray turned to Annie for his next thought. "Can you pick up the books and whatnot from the floor?" "But Da-ad-" "Daddy!"
If he thinks about it, it's that she did it so openly. Reaching across the table, her hand covers his on the brittle parchment. "You are not like the others."
So what if he doesn't have any friends other than Stella and her friends now? Okay, he was tight with Paulie back at his old school and, yes, he kind of misses the way they could talk about anything, and hung out after school and shit. For fucking sure, t
Rodney realizes he would sell his pocketwatch for John without being asked, and want nothing in return.
The way they touch him makes Rodney nervous sometimes. (Eeee, remix fic for me and it is *awesome*)
Sex, Geoffrey. The Polish understand this, if nothing else: the theater is all about sex.
They're only getting closer.
Rodney's had a long, hard couple of weeks.
Dudley's never going to get a Hogwarts letter.
Bates thought he was going crazy when another Dr. McKay showed up with a hot redhead.
Rodney reached the top of the stairs as he said, "Elizabeth, where are the--" and then broke off, because even though he was behind Jack, he could still see the General's hands do a flaily Muppet thing as Elizabeth hugged him.
For Rodney, first contact missions are usually dull. Few villages have any real technology to speak of, other than the occasional pile of left-over ancient tech; he frequently spends most of the trade negations curled over his laptop working on his minesw
Do we see what we want to see?
There are times when words are unnecessary -- and Ronon supposes those times come more often than most people suspect.
"Holograms," Rodney snaps, tapping on a folder with his bandaged hands. With every word, the tapping gets more vicious, and John finds himself slightly mesmerized. "Flu germs. Tectonic and geothermal activity, the migratory patterns of herd animals, nurse
"Pass me the popcorn, willya?" They were entangled on the sofa in Jack's Arlington townhouse, a two-man puppy pile. Jack lay more or less on his back, head and shoulders somewhat propped up on, mostly sunken into the big pillows that cushioned the couch's
Every couple of years, John just dropped unconscious without any apparent explanation. And a few times with the wrong explanation.
"I'm almost positive that this crap never happened to General O'Neill."
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