For a while she thinks very, very hard, as hard as she possibly can, until she has that just-barely-there feeling that plagues med student interns and grad students on the last day before their dissertation. It’s the result of too much caffeine and not enough sleep and maybe a bit, a smidge, of repressed hormones that are rioting under the skin.

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Jennifer wakes up a few hours later. She is curled on one of the spare beds, her lab coat folded under her head.

It is the stickiness that wakes her up, the odd, stretchy feeling of her skin across her cheekbone. Absently she lifts her hand and brushes away the substance.

Ronon’s hand descends on her shoulder so suddenly that she jumps and ( Read more... )

“Too many,” says Woolsey. There are circles under his eyes and he looks as though he desperately wishes he were somewhere else, preferably somewhere with a bottle of scotch and a glass of ice. “Current estimates run to about 70% of the population. Conservatively.”

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I just - she what? Is the woman a freaking idiot????

( AAAARRRGH - oh, 'The Lost Tribe' spoilers - AAAARGH. ARGH! )

“Dr. Keller?”

The woman who had been just declared serene and collected in emotional situations in her employee review gave a shrill scream and turned. “What?!” she demanded, waving her scalpel in Laura’s general direction. “Oh, Nurse Calabreze,” she said, recognizing her ‘attacker’. “Right. How can I help you?”

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