He undresses and gets into bed, moves onto the left side of the bed and puts his left arm above his head. “Run simulation one, please,” he says to the room.
“Yes, Doctor McKay,” it replies.
Then he's there behind him with his right arm around his waist and left hand in his just like it once was. He knows every movement, every response and
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PS - You might want to go and double-check your warnings on mckay_beckett. I did think McKay teaching psychics was kind of funny though... ;)
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danke theres no humour in that lol
im glad you kinda like it
:D
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danke anyway
:D
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It's a very sad story, but a wonderful idea, well done.
You should put stuff under cuts so that it's easier to follow your journal, check this out - http://www.livejournal.com/support/faqbrowse.bml?faqid=75
I am getting nowhere with Danny/Connor :( I'm sort of writing lots of birthday fics now :)
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nd yh im kinda at a stalemate with it
got other things to deal with
:D
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