Desperate times and all that.

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I have no words to describe my boredom right now. I have no words to describe anything. I'm at the stalemate, and I'm tempted to do that Give me a prompt and I'll write you a two-line story for it.

Yeah, alright, hit me. First fifteen in the door get the prize.* Anything I've already written before is game, no Hermione. Look, I'll even show you how it goes. Example: Request: SGA, Sheppard/McKay (which, um, you could request too even though I don't watch the show)


"So, McKay, what's all this UST business?" Sheppard did that thing he did with his mouth when he was trying to play smart. Rodney wasn’t fooled. "Is it a new strand of the ATA gene?"

"It stands for Unresolved Sexual Tension, Major."

"Lieutenant Colonel."

"Please," Rodney scoffed. "With all this tension I could call you Susan, and you wouldn't care."

"What tension?"

"The sexual tension between us."

"What sexual tension between us?"

"See, that's why it's unresolved! Because you can't admit it's there!"*


*If you're late, you might be able to bribe me with music. I'm partial to Eric B and Rakim, Tom Jones, New Edition, Doug E Fresh and the Get Fresh Crew.

***Okay, that was about ten lines too long, but serialkarma is feeling poorly, so I'm being nice.


ETA: OKAY, offer closed!

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It was like this: Rodney didn't like Sheppard, but that didn't stop him from finding him hot. It was the sort of sense that made no sense at all, but it was Rodney and this was Atlantis, and in the absense of any sort of mathematical equation of paradigm that could explain this phenomenon, he was going to have to take this like a man. So he did what any man would do and blamed Sheppard.

"I'm sorry, I must've mis-heard this particular bit of insanity," Sheppard said. He was doing that thing he did with his mouth and his tongue. It was the breathing thing. It was distracting.

"It's not insanity, you pea-brained moron," Rodney snapped. "It's just not sane."

Sheppard peered at Rodney closely. "You think that insulting me is going to help?"

"I don't want help!" Rodney retorted. "I want to know how you're doing it! Is it your hair? Is it Atlantis? What sort of mojo are you working on me that's making my IQ decrease so dramatically?"

Sheppard opened his mouth as though he were going to say something and then thought better of it. "Not telling," he said eventually. "It's a secret."

Rodney narrowed his eyes. "You can't keep a secret from me!"

Sheppard just winked. "Just watch me."

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