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I want to do the Five Things Meme too! (To use John!logic, why? Because. I do.)

Comment with a topic, list, category, prompt, whatever. Five Things That Happened, Five Things that Never Happened, etc., serious or not-so-serious, and, uh . . . we'll see what happens!

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1. What's shocking is not that Rodney's breakfast is interrupted by a frantic call from Radek (it happens often enough that John's learned not to panic unless he gets a frantic follow-up call from Rodney), but that Rodney flies out of the mess so fast he leaves his coffee behind. John slides the cup across the table, fitting his fingers around it and soaking up the warmth.

2. Rodney yanks off his jacket and throws it at John's head in a fit of pique, then dives back into the control panel he's gutted. John snatches it out of the air before it can smack him in the face, hands catching in the body-warm fabric.

3. "Ow," Rodney whines. John pastes on a concerned expression and presses the back of his hand to Rodney's forehead. Rodney bats him away and mutters "Did I ask for a nursemaid?" and the flash of heat against John's skin takes a long time to fade.

4. They're sitting pretty close, huddled in front of their pathetic campfire, and when John wriggles his icy fingertips under Rodney's right thigh, Rodney slants a look at him, but he doesn't complain, and he doesn't move away.

5. John's patting down Rodney's torso, stroking along his throat and shoulders and chest, pressing into his ribs and his belly, making sure he's whole, making sure he's safe. "Any excuse to get your hands on me," Rodney says, and John says, "Yeah."