[ Ben/Dan | T | 1,023w | 2007-12-24 | Mirror ]
yuletide pinch hit. Dan Evans was tired. Smell was gone before you even had the time to breathe it in, elusive-promise of rain was always just over the horizon.

( Temptation )

( In which I have dreams about sexing up John Sheppard and investigating crimes with Grissom (kind of) )