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All right, dudes. Get ready, for I seem to (briefly) be back in the land of the fannish! I've posted an update to Words and stones this week, written a couple thousand words of my Super Fun White Collar Caper today, and I've spent the last three hours time-lining another story on post-it notes.

I am en fuego right now, so let's play the

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Oh please! I so want to know how John Sheppard managed to incite a group of fourteen year old girls to overthrow a government in 'Thank you for flying Church of England'. Yes!

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lip gloss and anarchy*

"Oh, excellent, excellent," said McKay, elbow deep in the guts of the puddlejumper's console, "just what we needed, your horde of admiring teeney-boppers. I'm sure that will make my work go much faster," he said, viciously twisting a coil of wire into submission as the sound of giggling drifted in the open doors.

"Look," said Sheppard, glancing back over his shoulder in a cool, not-at-all-freaked-out way, "what did you want me to do? Tell them to buzz off? They're just kids, McKay."

"Bzzt, wrong, Colonel," McKay said. He extracted his hand from the puddlejumper's innards. "Thanks for playing. They're not-- hand me the-- no, no, the other-- yeah, that, thanks." He scootched until his head and shoulders were underneath the pilot's console. "They're not," he continued, voice only slightly muffled, "just kids. They're teenage girls, the most vicious and terrifying species on this or any other planet. And for whatever reason, they have fixated on youSheppard's face went very, very blank, and somewhere,

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McKay squirmed out from under the console, saying, "Now wait just a second, you-- you teenage harpy--"

"Rodney," Sheppard said, and slapped a hand over McKay's mouth. "Let's be nice to our hosts," he gritted, thinking about the negotiations he was going to have to sit through with a bunch of paranoid aliens just to get access to the damn gate, never mind dealing with an insult to the Chairman's only kid. Which--

Wait.

"Sorry," he said, and kept his hand tight over McKay's mouth. "He's-- I think you're right," Sheppard said, looking earnestly at Hallis. "Dr. McKay is very sick

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*snorfle!*. Oh McKay, you're for it now. We can't let anything happen to The Hair. I'm loving this!

Okay, now I read the second bit. Makes perfect sense. The Hair is indeed a rebel yell. Great stuff! And yes, the perfect band name!

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I'm glad you liked it! It's been a long while since I've tried to write anything in SGA, but this was a fun little roadtrip to take.

Actually, I'm kinda tempted to write backstories to all the footnotes in Thanks for flying now. And I'm blaming YOU for it. :p

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Blame away, and PLEASE do more footnote fic! My big asks would be more from 5. esp. McKay and the goat, or the Marxist anthropologists. Although I am also very keen to know why we have been punished with reality television. Unless it's a way to free up my flist to write more fanfiction. Hmmm.