Oh damn, drugged by aliens again (SGA)
Because stories about being drugged off-world are totally rare or even non-existant... not.
Written in a notebook a few months ago, while I was in NYC.
(SGA, stand-alone or snippet (idk), 104 words, rated PG for drugs and the subtext that only exists in my brain)
He finally got his eyes more or less focused on Sheppard, who was poking at his belly with an air of great concentration. A small part of Rodney's brain remarked that this was taking navel-gazing to a whole new level, and started giggling. Another part mused on the fact that Sheppard was somehow simultaneously leaning on the wall, end table, some sort of decorative urn, and the floor. It was like the man had no bones in his entire body. Rodney stared accusingly. "Are you made of cats?!" he demanded, squinting.
Sheppard looked up at him, wide-eyed. "Possibly," he said sagely, and fell over.
Written in a notebook a few months ago, while I was in NYC.
(SGA, stand-alone or snippet (idk), 104 words, rated PG for drugs and the subtext that only exists in my brain)
He finally got his eyes more or less focused on Sheppard, who was poking at his belly with an air of great concentration. A small part of Rodney's brain remarked that this was taking navel-gazing to a whole new level, and started giggling. Another part mused on the fact that Sheppard was somehow simultaneously leaning on the wall, end table, some sort of decorative urn, and the floor. It was like the man had no bones in his entire body. Rodney stared accusingly. "Are you made of cats?!" he demanded, squinting.
Sheppard looked up at him, wide-eyed. "Possibly," he said sagely, and fell over.