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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Poor boy.
Great story.
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