Remember that time when we worked undercover in the Russian mafia...?

[jinxed_wood]

Gacked from ithildyn

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now,(even if we don't speak often or ever) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me

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[bleukittie]

No, I did NOT want to go hang-gliding over the Grand Canyon. But you insisted, and off we went. Who knew you could scream so loudly at 1000 feet above the canyon? But the view was magnificent once you got used to the idea you weren't going to crash. Next time: Hot Air Balloon!

[jinxed_wood]

It's a good thing I convinced you too, if I hadn't hijacked convinced those nice people to let us use their hang gliders, then the Marshals we'd never have had the time to see the far end of thre canyon that day.

Hmm, Hot Air Balloon you say? I hear that the aerial view of the Louvre is illuminating very pretty at night...

When it's closed....

And locked....

And has excellent roof access...

[tinpra]

Remember that one time in Madrid when we met those two guys we were supposed to kill after tracking them across Bolivia, Japan and Estonia? And how it turned out, close up, they were really, really cute and one of them looked like Methos (the other guy cute, but in a non-fannish way) so we ended up giving them directions to the airport to "escape this crazy band of assassins" that were after them, except we knew that it wasn't a band of anything just us, and we weren't assassins we were mercenaries? Remember that?

[jinxed_wood]

[Nods] Of course I remember! I mean, who'd mistake a mercenery for an asassin? We're nothing alike!

[catyuy]

I remember that time we stalked Adam Pierson all around Seacover.

[jinxed_wood]

Wasn't the 'deer caught in headlights' expression on his face so cute\?

[catyuy]

The best part was when he asked for your number.

[beccadg]

Remember when Methos asked us to give him "a little help" getting into an "old" place in Cardiff. It seemed simple enough when we were standing in the tourist office talking to that nice Ianto Jones. It would've been nice if Methos had mentioned, oh, the pteranodon, the weevils, Captain Jack Harkness. Explaining what we were doing there to Jack was already going to take forever, and then the blue police box showed up in the middle of everything. *Facepalm.* At least Jack was forgiving, and the Doctor had the damn thing Methos was looking for.

[jinxed_wood]

Spreaking of Jack, I heard from him the other day. Apparently, they're still looking for that pteranodon....How is Myfanwy, by the way? Keeping well, I hope?

[shinealightonme]

Remember when we entered the pie eating contest because, well, eating large quantities of delicious desserts for free isn't the sort of opportunity you turn down with a very good reason. When we'd had all we could possibly eat and a bit more, we took it upon ourselves to change it from an eating contest to a food fight which might, in hindsight, have been a waste of food but was a hell of a lot of fun at the time.

(PS we haven't talked before but I'm a HUGE fan of your fics!)

[jinxed_wood]

Hey, pie throwing is an old and respected tradition - especially with added cream!

(And hello there! Welcome to the funhouse :-))