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Because r_becca said I should.
The first FIVE people to comment on this post get to request a drabble on a subject/character of their choosing from me. In return, they have to post this in their journal.Bear in mind that HP and SGA are the two fandoms I know best right now, tho I could probably swing House and Lost if you want. :) Unless you don't mind ( Read more... )
The first FIVE people to comment on this post get to request a drabble on a subject/character of their choosing from me. In return, they have to post this in their journal.Bear in mind that HP and SGA are the two fandoms I know best right now, tho I could probably swing House and Lost if you want. :) Unless you don't mind ( Read more... )
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The Wraith make Rodney's skin crawl, a skittering sense of wrong across his skin no matter how hard he tries to ignore it. He's a man of science, not some superstitious barbarian, but he can't shake the itch between his shoulder blades as he works on the Wraith's systems. He's more grateful for Ronon's solid presence at his back than he wants to admit.
On one hand he admires the Wraith's organic approach to technology; the ships are amazing, almost like living things. But on the other...well, the thought that the Wraith ships are alive creeps him out in a very serious way. He's going to have nightmares for weeks after he gets back to Atlantis, dreaming that the walls are chittering at him in his sleep. He misses the cool blues and greens of the city, the sound of water lapping at the piers when he sits in the mess, the soft wood tones of the conference room. Walls that aren't threaded with things that look like oversize veins, consoles that don't leave a slimy residue on his hands when he touches them.
Other scientists who don't look at him like he'd make a satisfying meal. God, he can't wait to get home.
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I'm so glad I forced you into this. :P
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