"Okay," John says, calm and easy, and then, because he's fundamentally an asshole, "but I expect some of that incredible sex as soon as this brain damage clears up."
Punk is so dang funny.
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After Arcturus literally blew up in Rodney's face, he didn't know how to make it right. So he swallowed his pride and reached out to Samantha Carter for help. Sam knows Rodney better than he understands. She decides to send him not only what he asks for, but what he really needs. After all, if these people don't listen to the truth when Rodney speaks it, she'll find someone better at getting the point across.
John always gets a little thrill when he sees Rodney sign at him across the room, casually dissing people literally standing next to him and John is the only one who knows.
Todd and Helia were about to probe him using cherry Popsicles, only this time Angelina Jolie was there, too, wearing a nun's habit and twisting his ear.
John woke and slapped at the pinch against his ear, swearing he wouldn't let himself fall asleep with the radio headset on again. Though he felt grateful it had interrupted before that particular dream went any further. Things always got weird beyond that point. Jell-O wrestling was one thing, but the thing with the grits? That took disturbing to a whole new level.