the sad-making fact is that I missed Eureka last night :(

[skoosiepants]

* I have another flat tire, my second one in a few months. I don't really understand, because I hardly ever drive my car. It doesn't make sense.

* Whatever. It's Wednesday. I have tomorrow to pack, and then I'm off to the great state of Georgia!

* Supersaturation the second - I really need to come up with an actual name for it - is turning out to be a rescue mission fic, sliding between scenes on the hive ship, scenes on Atlantis, and scenes of the actual rescue mission - led by MAJOR TORO, HI! Hiiiiiii, Major Toro! You have MILITARY THIGHS LET ME LICK THEM!

Also, FRANK. DO NOT BE ANGSTY LITTLE XENOBIOLOGIST FRANK! HERE, MAYBE RODNEY WILL SHARE HIS WHALES.

Dudes, you know I cannot resist the urge to tease you!

“Bob escaped that Genii prison,” Joe says. “He dug his way out of that underground bunker with his bare hands.”

“Joe,” Frank shakes his head, “Joe, you fucking exploded the shit of that place first.”

Joe blinks at him. “Oh. Oh, yeah, that was pretty cool, you’re right,” he says, but despite his words he seems mostly dejected, and Ray can relate. They all can, really, because Bob was really good at keeping them together, getting done what needed to be done, competent and focused and solid and always there.

They’re silent then, staring down at the commissary table. No one wants to think about Bob being gone, but it’s the kind of gaping hole that’s hard to ignore.

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[clumsygyrl.livejournal.com]

dude, wants this story lots.

[skoosiepants.livejournal.com]

Eeeeee!