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Sunday! Church in a few. I heart singing.

Also, Chewie is the cutest rat terrier in the entire world! God, I just want to squish her, my little Chewmonger.

Also, I really, really want to write more SGA/bandslash, god. It's like this whole world I can play in! There's a few references to Sgt. Kennerty's team and then Saporta's team comes up quite a bit, and they get into SOME shenanigans in this sequel, but this one's mainly about Ray's team and Team Panic! and I can't stop thinking of new adventures for them all! William! He totally needs his own off-world team, too. Right now he just tags along with whoever.

Maja is all legs, and William can appreciate that. He also appreciates the way she’d probably eat him if he got overly handsy – she’s very particular with who she lets in her personal space – so he sticks to leers and lip-licking and hopes, one day, all his prettiness will lure her closer.

“This is cozy,” William says, and from the other side of Maja, Captain Gabe gives him one of his huge, evil grins and asks, “So we got a plan?”

Gabe’s team had been dispatched before they’d even missed check-in, mainly because Nolan had gotten overexcited about the readouts Travis had sent back through to Patrick a few hours earlier, so now there’s nine of them wedged in the little cave, Lacey puffing away at a cigarette, Nolan blinking at them behind coke-bottle glasses, datapad hugged to his chest, gorgeous Maja taunting William with her perfect, BDU encased ass, and Captain Gabe with a gash on his arm that seems to have made Pterry more irate than she had been, scent of blood thick and metallic as it steadily seeps through the hasty bandage Vicky had wrapped around it.

“Wait until Atlantis tries to hail us,” Kennerty says.

Wheeler - who is seriously adorable, William has always thought so, and he can’t imagine him in the Marines, really, but he’s got the patches to prove it – rubs a hand over his chin. “You sure we can’t just blast it?”

“Fuck, yeah, we can,” Gabe says, but Kennerty just stresses, “Babies,” and Maja cocks her head and asks curiously, “So you would like there to be more of these monsters?”

“I just.” Kennerty waves a hand. “Whatever, my mission, no killing the giant flying dinosaur, okay?”

Gabe can technically overrule Kennerty, but he only shrugs, tugs the cigarette out of Lacey’s mouth and sucks it down to the fiery orange end.