New fic, you guys.  It contains the word 'gay'  a lot.  Written for

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Sky of Longing

You should know:  John/Rodney, 14A at most.  No spoilers. 15 000 words. I love my beta,
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“Hey there, Chuck,” John said, as he strode into the pilot ready room.  “Enjoying the rain?”

Chuck looked up from his computer and blinked at him.

“It’s pouring outside,” John clarified.  “Has been all day.”

“It’s sunny in Toronto,” Chuck said, sounding dazed.  “Bad winds up over the prairies.”

“Good to know,” John said.  “What have you got ( Read more... )

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The bed was empty when John woke up.  This wasn’t the first time it had happened, of course. There was that girl in Seoul with the Boston accent and the wicked smile who had left a note on his pillow written in characters he couldn’t read.  He’d tucked it in his pocket, to have someone translate it later, but he’d never bothered.  He didn’t ( Read more... )

Notes on a story:  So this was originally ‘Springtime in Atlantis,’ which, if you’ve read that one makes absolutely no sense.  All of this was going to be the prologue, and then when Rodney showed up at John’s house in Wichita, he would have no wife but an eight year old son.  And then the three of them would go back to Atlantis, and the son ( Read more... )

Title: Stand on Guard
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Killer first paragraph?  I think so.

The first time Rodney had sexy thoughts about John was after Teyla had cut his shirt off in the jumper, during the unfortunate bug incident.  John was sprawled there, dog tags flat against his chest, head thrown back, and even though Rodney was certain he was going to die, he felt a rush of something.   He was ( Read more... )

Springtime for Atlantis by

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Springtime for Atlantis - Part Two

Fortunately, the nursing staff was more than happy to come up and change the baby’s thrown together diapers and feed the baby.  They found some clothes, somewhere, and John didn’t want to meet whoever had brought along baby clothes as their luxury item.

“What a good girl,” Nurse Bramsley crooned, as she ( Read more... )

“Thank you, Elizabeth,” Rodney said vehemently, stuffing tiny pink things into a bag.  “With all of these special crews going off to check out ‘strange occurrences,’ we’re really getting stretched.”

“Yeah,” John grabbed a soft yellow thing and held on to it.  “But, Rodney, should we be doing this?”

Rodney looked at him, flabbergasted.  “She ( Read more... )