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Saturday, September 24th, 2005 05:52 pm
insta!rec - with the lost boys by gelasius, sga
This is pretty much the *epitome* of the story I just *knew* had to come out of The Lost Boys
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gelasius - Rodney hopped up on panic and enzyme therapy, the porn track of Ronon and Teyla next door--really, who *didn't* see this coming? Missing, and highly hot--scene from The Lost Boys.
Total post-coital purring. Mmmm.
With the Lost Boys by
gelasius - Rodney hopped up on panic and enzyme therapy, the porn track of Ronon and Teyla next door--really, who *didn't* see this coming? Missing, and highly hot--scene from The Lost Boys.Total post-coital purring. Mmmm.
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From:In short, this icon is a thing of pure evil. Although it is a sweet and chewy, evil, so...
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From:They are very good pictures of cookies. I keep thinking I'm going ot evnetually have a tempting collection of these.
Mmm. Sweet and chewy evil....
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From:Oh, GOD. I've been in fandom too long. Because the first thing I thought when I read that was, I bet that's a line of dialog from a...no, wait. Better yet. See, Rodney is trapped somewhere in Atlantis, locked into some room that won't let him out, and he's freaking out. John's on the radio, coordinating the rescue efforts, all snapping at Zelenka when he's off mic and then calm again when he's talking to Rodney, trying to keep him from freaking.
And then Rodney's saying, "Oh, oh, oh god. I seriously thought this couldn't get any worse. God, when will I learn that it can always get worse in this galaxy?"
John: Rodney? Rodney. RODNEY. What?
Rodney: The walls, they're closing in, oh my god, it's like in Star Wars, I'm going to be trash compacted, oh my god. Did I ever tell you that scene gave me nightmares for a week? Oh, god.
John: See, okay, the thing is - are you sure?
Rodney, testily: Major, do you have a hearing defect, or is it your brain? Because I am the person *trapped in the shrinking room* - of course I'm sure!
John: It's just, sometimes you panic, and -
Rodney: I'm going to be CRUSHED TO DEATH. I'm ALLOWED TO PANIC. Find me one person who wouldn't panic in this situation, and I will give you a cookie, Sheppard.
John, inspired by the use of "cookie": Actually, no, Rodney. I will give you a cookie. Seriously, calm down, and I will give you a chocolate-chip cookie when we get you out.
Rodney, still very tense: Don't lie to a dying man. You don't have cookies. Everyone ate all their luxury foods before the storm.
John: I had faith in you, Rodney.
Rodney, sounding oddly touched: You did?
John: Yes. Also, I didn't have time to eat certain items in my stash. They require preparation. Because I've always said, there's nothing like a home baked cookie. Hot from the oven, soft, melted chocolate.
Rodney: God, yes.
John: And it's almost better, the part before, when you make them and you can lick the beaters and run your fingers around the bowl for the very last bit of dough -
Rodney: *moans audibly*
John: And then you slide them into the oven, and you can smell them baking, everywhere you go. And you know, you know how good it's going to be, and you can hardly wait, except waiting is part of the pleasure.
Rodney: *moans and gasps* God, yes, don't stop.
John: Then when they're finally, finally ready, and you can just tell - it's like the taste of the air has changed, even - and you open the oven and that hot cloud of sugar-butter-chocolate steam comes out, and it's like it can't get any better -
Rodney: *thunking noise* *more moans*
John: But it does, because you take the first cookie hot from the sheet, and it's almost too hot, but it's exactly what you need, exactly what you've been waiting for -
Rodney: Yes, yes, oh god, John, are you - are you baking right now? God, tell me you're baking now, oh, oh, oh -
John: No, Rodney. I'm waiting for you.
Zelenka: *happy Czech noises* I have it!
Broken Ancient door: *hums, thunks*
John: Door's about to open, Rodney.
Rodney: Now?
John: What, now's not a good time for you for you to be rescued?
Rodney: ...
Zelenka: *mystical door things* *heads into room to retrieve Rodney*
John: *notices that everyone is staring at him*
John: ...What?
Ford: That was, uh, some, um, cookie recipe there, sir.
Teyla: I confess I am not familiar with the concept, and yet...
Elizabeth, dryly: Those had better be some dynamite cookies, Major.
John, looking innocent: I -
Rodney, emerging from depths of Ancient vault thing: Major? You owe me cookies.
John: Yeah, I -
Rodney, grabbing him by the collar and dragging him toward the door: Now. I mean it.
John: *goes, because at this point Rodney's a very fast-moving irresistible force*
Kavanagh, finally snapping shut jaw and checking for drool: I, uh, have to go - get something. In my room.
*general murmurs of agreement*
*everyone departs hastily, except Zelenka, who is still packing up his toolkit, and Miko*
*they exchange wry shrugs*
The End
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From:Nothing beats stumbling across random comment porn.
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From:*breathes*
Just. Wow. Yeah. Um.
I need to bake *right now*.
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OH MY GOD
From:..... I, uh, have to go get something. In the kitchen. *leaves*
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From:*goes to apologize to the cat*
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*dies*
From:Dammit, I want Shep!cookies, though. Fabulous!!
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From:John: No, Rodney. I'm waiting for you.
Oh my god.
*melts like a chocolate chip in a 350-degree oven*
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From:*drools* :D
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From:Thank you!
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From:Oh yessssssssss. That was the best!
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