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stormcloude

Five Times Sam Regretted Going to Stanford

1. Every single moment he spent in Econ 101. Dear God, that was tedious.

2. Three days, six hours, fourteen minutes after Dean pulls him from the burning apartment, when his thoughts are clear enough to finally connect the dots. If he'd never gone to Stanford, he never would have met Jessica. If he'd never met Jessica, she'd be in her Chinese history seminar instead of six feet under.

3. His first Halloween on campus, surrounded by kids dressed up as witches and vampires and other things that would just as happily suck the life out of them, yucking it up like this was the best, most fun thing ever, and no one to turn to and say, "Jesus, fuck, what is wrong with people?"

4. Every March when Stanford doesn't make the Final Four.

5. Whenever he thinks too much about Dean, which is why they don't talk for years.

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feliz581

Five Ways Atlantis' Resident Genius Got Himself Locked in a Supply Closet (which is *never* his own fault and NO "coming out" jokes were made when he emerged. Nope.)

1. "I thought this was where we kept the canned peaches. Mmmm. Heavy syrup. Then there was some kind of glitch with the door."

John held his breath while Rodney offered up that lame-ass excuse, hiding behind a box that did indeed contain cling peaches. He was just glad no one else was feeling snacky. There was no way he could explain what he was doing there, short of the truth, which would send "don't ask, don't tell" sailing right out the metaphorical window.

2. "I thought I saw a Wraith, so I tracked it, and it ducked in here. No, I wasn't hiding! There was a glitch! I got locked in!"

Lorne waited for Rodney to send everyone charging off on a wild goose chase for imaginary Wraith before sneaking out. He vowed never again. McKay might give a hell of a blowjob with that big, overactive mouth of his, but the stress of wondering what Sheppard would do to him if he ever found out really wasn't worth it.

3. "Where do you think we keep the really important supplies for the lab? You know, the things we need to create the miracles that save your collective asses. Zelenka said he was going to take a look at the doors, figure out what the glitch is. Clearly, if I want something done right around here, I have to do it myself."

Radek seethed in the shadows, quietly of course, because if anyone found out he'd been fucking Rodney in the supply closet, then everybody would know, including Sheppard. The colonel had some jealousy issues and access to way too many firearms. Still, Rodney had some payback coming for that snide remark about his competence. Radek was a patient man. He would bide his time. Wait for the right opportunity. He tented his fingers and smiled into the darkness.

4. "This was a test, and you all failed MISERABLY. I'm the most important person in this city, but do you keep track of me? No! I could have been captured by the Genii! I could have fallen and not been able to get up. You'd never know! I'm surprised I didn't die of starvation before you managed to bumble your way into this closet."

Caldwell rolled his eyes. McKay wasn't a bad lay, but could any amount of sex be worth putting up with that ego? He couldn't even throw it up to Sheppard, which would have been the really good part, watching him have an aneurysm because somebody else had touched his precious scientist. He just hoped that they all got the hell out of there soon, because it was a tight squeeze between the shelf and the wall, and in this one instance only, he really was ready to come out of the closet.

5. "Stupid Ancient technology!"

Hermiod had already transported back up to the Dedaelus, or he would have no doubt corrected Dr. McKay's mistaken assertion about the Ancients' ability to build properly functioning doors. His experiment in human sexual practices had been most illuminating, and he was eager to record his observations.

Eventually, people figured out that there was absolutely nothing wrong with the supply closet doors, but the ceremonial getting-to-know-you tea that Rodney had so enjoyed on MCX-327 had some interesting properties when consumed in large quantities. The lost twelve hours when Rodney got in touch with his inner slut were twelve hours of his life he preferred just to forget. Colonel Sheppard felt the same way--at least about the eleven hours that hadn't involved him.

For

linaerys

Five Ways John Sheppard's Hair Got Like THAT

1. It's a proud family tradition. John's father had hair like that, and his father, and his father before him, all the way back to the legendary Atticus Sheppard, known to friends and enemies alike as The Floppy-Haired Rake.

2. "Once there was this kid who got into an accident and couldn't come to school, but when he finally came back, his hair had turned from straight into a big mess. He said that it was because when the cars had smashed so hard…"

3. From all the many, many people running their fingers through it. Rodney is taking names, dreaming up in inventive ways that can never be traced back to him of killing each and every one of them.

4. John's profound inability to express his feelings has led to a compensatory condition that's known in layman's parlance as "emoticon head."

5. It's actually a form of accidental art, in a similar vein as the Dadaist found object, and John is perpetually disappointed that no one gets his "vision."

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okay. you win. first spn fanfic i've ever read. you're one of my favorite fanfic writers ever, so you had to be the one to pop my spn fanfic cherry. i ♥ you.

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