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This SGA fic is turning out so fanciful and hokey. I love it. HOKEY!!! Isn't that a male turkey? I should know, since my brother went to va tech, but I can't remember for sure. Anywhos.
His side hurt. His side hurt and he was pretty sure a few of his ribs were broken. He wasn’t going to dismiss the possibility of a concussion either, so he decided that he liked the nice, safe hole he’d dropped into just fine.
And then Ronon landed in front of him, tall and broad and light on his big feet with the white flash of a grin baring his teeth. “You stuck?” he asked, and John cursed, “Son of a bitch,” under his breath.
His side hurt. His side hurt and he was pretty sure a few of his ribs were broken. He wasn’t going to dismiss the possibility of a concussion either, so he decided that he liked the nice, safe hole he’d dropped into just fine.
And then Ronon landed in front of him, tall and broad and light on his big feet with the white flash of a grin baring his teeth. “You stuck?” he asked, and John cursed, “Son of a bitch,” under his breath.