In the settling dust, Major Sheppard’s hand lands on Rodney’s
leg. “McKay?” It travels up, and Rodney’s too busy panicking about the cave-in
to realize where it’s going, to notice exactly where his pants are ripped-
The hand freezes on his left thigh, skin against bare skin. “McKay.
You okay?”
Breathe. In. Out. Panic attacks bad.
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I believe that's why you could not expand the story: all you could write about is how they got into the caved-in ... aehm.. cave ? ... and how they got out, which has nothing to do with this scene, really.
Perfect just as it is. Thanks.
Jo
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...um. Got into the cave-in, I'd say. Or...got caved in, also?
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I've never managed this and I'm always wicked jealous of people who pull it off. You, m'dear, have pulled it off.
Most excellent!
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But, yeah. This fic refused to be anything but short and...something totally not sweet.
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I really like the descriptions of panic. Very panicky.
Sometimes I think I like short glimpses better than long stories - they make me think more. :)
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Wonderfully written, and perfect the way it is.
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