things done

It took two hours for them to do things to three of my teeth--one extraction, one fitting for temp bridge--and my god is everything sore. I'm not as stoned as I plan on being later, because of Slumberparty stuff, so if yo'ure going adn you have questions, you have six hour window tonight to ask me before I give up rationality until I get off the plane in Seattle. Then you just get Madelyn, who is better at all this anyway.

I must have looked bad, cause Dad gave me one of his Vicadin when I got up from a weird sleep--the kind you usually have when you have a fever, sweaty and deep and not rested at all. I'm high, so none of the rest of this entry can be counted against me.

Now--and this will sound weird--but the longer I'm in a fandom, the more I adopt the superficial physical gestures or sayings of my characters. It didn't happen as much in SV, as neither Lex nor Clark really had *any* distinctive chracteristics like that, but in X-Men, I got into the horrible habit of calling everyone sugar and darling when texting--it's not in my *spoken*, but in my text, I suppose because of the fact that I was *writing* it, though it could be also because it's just fun. The last week, my hands were grabbed twice and I was told firmly if I kept snapping my fingers at people, they were going to hurt me. A lot. And I hadn't even *noticed*, except that I was getting much better at snapping my fingers.

I find that endlessly funny. I suppose it's a product of immersion, but also of the fact that people in themselves interest me. A lot of it is the same reason I loved psychology so much--the variation in people never ceases to fascinate me, the best of them and the worst. I actually generally *like* almost everyone I meet. It takes an effort to get my dislike, and it takes a *lot* to bring it to the point where I can't stand them at all. I don't really carry grudges, though I always remember, and in general, my pissiness with anyone lasts only as long as it takes them to talk to me again, and then I get the hell over it. It's just not in me to look for more to be unhappy than I get normally from life.

Hmm. me and my vicadin are going to relax a bit. I want to see if I can finish the first part of this thing before we leave for Seattle.

I need something new to write. Hmm.

sgaficlet: catch your breath, sga, epilogue to something more

For the what happened next meme, flaming_muse asked for what happened after Something More. So I--snippeted. But you know, feel free to elaborate to the later incredibly incendiary hot sex that happened *right after*. Or ignore it altogether.

Catch Your Breath

When John steps through the wormhole, everything changes.

Rodney remembers this, remembers those times John would light up like this, rare and precious, stored memories that three years didn't dim, never faded, taken out and touched on the rarest nights, when he'd wander his city and feel its loss like his own.

That restless, endless *anger*, something eternally missing, the discoveries that he couldn't share, the worlds that he couldn't see, the universe he'd touched and lost. The city hums around him and he's waking up with it, the buzz of adrenaline and hope and sheer, unrelenting *relief*.

This is Atlantis, Rodney thinks, watching John in the middle of the mess, civilian uniform as a civilian contractor, surrounded by scientists and military alike, Elizabeth and Teyla and Ronon, old friends, acquaintances, survivors who never forgot him, would never have him go, won't ever let him go again. It's like discovery all over again, fresh and shocky, like being high, too bright and too intense, like waking up on Saturday, but better, because John's all the Saturdays in the world rolled into one.

Like they've all been waiting, grieving for what they missed, now rejoicing in its return.

When John looks at him, sun bright and alive like no one Rodney's ever met, Rodney forgets to breathe.

"What?" John says, the dying Atlantean sun behind him like an orange-red halo, too desperately, ridiculously romantic for words to describe.

Before Rodney reaches for him, pulls him into a kiss that silences the room, touches him like they're alone, he realizes.

This is how you fall in love.