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So, I subscribed to the cuteoverload LJ feed, and while I have to admit that the pictures do a lot for my blood pressure (World Peace Through Cute Overload, yo), I have this horrible fear that I'll end up writing fic where - oh, say Jayne/Simon turn into gerbils or something and spend a lot of time making cozy nests and being carried around in
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Instead, he'd been thinking about sea otters. Otters, he'd decided, would love Atlantis, especially some of the lower levels where the city opened up, forming pools of water surrounded by flat, gently sloped sides.
Otters would be useful too, able to get to areas of the city that were flooded. They could be sent to retrieve precious bits of technology that McKay needed now, now, absolutely now. Otters wouldn't have to worry about rashes and brushing up against questionable algae, and never, ever wanting to smell stale seawater again. They'd probably love it. And if they got the gene therapy? Even better.
"Are you thinking about otters again, sir?" Cadman asked.
"No," he replied, absently scratching at his hip and decidedly not thinking about algae and rashes and getting the worst details.
Except that he was thinking about otters. So when it happened, he shouldn't have been surprised.
"Fourth chevron encoded," Chuck announced.
Lorne watched the 'gate.
"Fifth chevron encoded."
Lorne looked up to the control room to nod goodbye at Dr. Weir, but frowned slightly when he saw her talking to Zelenka.
"Sixth chevron encoded."
Zelenka gestured at something in his hand, and then looked down at Lorne absently, half-waving.
"I think otters are really cute, sir," Cadman said, smirking slightly. "Thinking about them all the time is perfectly acceptable."
Otters.
"Seventh ch-"
There was a flash.
It wasn't from the 'gate. It came from the control room.
Then there was silence. It was that kind of stunned silence that Lorne had come to know and hate. Also, his paws were tangled up in his clothes. It was annoying.
Paws.
Nosing his way out of the pile of clothing, Lorne looked around him. Yep, 'gate room. Yep, marines standing around, and yep, everything looked bigger from floor level. Next to him, Cadman looked shocked. It was something about the way her nose moved that gave it away.
"Shit," Lorne said. It came out as a squeak.
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