SGA fic: Electronic Love Song
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sgamadison 's Epistolary Challenge. Entangled Particles 'verse and set after Fundamental Force and Migration Patterns. Also ties in with A Little Comfort and that untitled ficlet I wrote for Cep's birthday. Pretty much pure schmoop and the boys being them. Also, unbeta'd.
From: hansolo111@hotmail.com
Subject: Sunday
Hey there, stranger. Linda H invited us for dinner Sunday night at seven, you'll be back by then right? Jo says she has something to show you so I said we'd be there. How's NY? Made any critics cry yet?
J
P.S. Newton overturned that cactus thing the biology postgrad with the teeth gave you for your birthday. NOT my fault.
From: r.m.mckay@csus.edu
Subject: Re: Sunday
Barring plane crashes and terrorist attacks and moronic air port security, I should be able to make it. Did Jo tell you what it is she wanted me to see? If it's something for her science fair, I specifically told her that she's not allowed to blow things up without adult supervision! My conscience is clear.
You know very well that Laura won't let me talk to critics after that thing with the lawsuit last year, but Kavanaugh is staying at my hotel and I think I spotted him moping into his drink in the hotel bar yesterday. What can I say, Attraction is brilliant and he knows it!
To completely change the subject, what do you think of this house?
Rodney McKay
P.S. I can't belive you killed my cactus that was named after me! And don't you dare blame the cat Mr I-accidentally-poured-marinara-sauce-over-your-postcard-from-Sam-Carter!
From: hansolo111@hotmail.com
Subject: Cactus
First of all, I had NOTHING to do with the damn cactus. It was on the floor when I got home from work. I even tried to scoop it up and put it in another pot. It's just a little crooked.
And that house is PINK, so no.
J
From: r.m.mckay@csus.edu
Subject: The evil attack on my cactus
Please, you've had malicious intents for that poor plant since the day I brought it home. Just admit it, you're jealous because no one ever names any plants after you.
I have no idea how I'm going to endure another day here. There are people everywhere and all of them are stupid. The coffee tastes like it was drained through your sweatsocks and my wrist hurts from writing all the autographs. I think Laura is plotting to kill me. I might have to hire a bodyguard. Please, remind me to never accept another con invitation again. These people are crazy.
Rodney
P.S. It's not pink, it's apricot. And I think it's a very nice house.
From: hansolo111@hotmail.com
Subject: The damn cactus
Yes, that's it precisely. I covertly trained your cat to murder your potted plants because I'm jealous of them.
Apricot or not, that is an ass-coloured house and I won't live in it. Also, APRICOT? WTF, Rodney could you be any more gay?
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From: hansolo111@hotmail.com
Subject: Re: The evil attack on my cactus
Sorry. didn't mean to snap. I miss you.
J
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From: r.m.mckay@csus.edu
Subject: Re: Re: The evil attack on my cactus
God John, I miss you too. Just forget about the plant and the stupid house, it's not important. Laura says I'm an idiot and she's right. At least about that thing where I always turn small things into big things and I know it's not the cactus you're jealous of. I guess I just wanted you to come with me this time but there always seems to be things coming up and you probably would be bored stiff here anyway and I know all that and I don't like it so I act like a jerk. I don't deserve you and I want to be with you right now so much that it actually physically hurts. Truth is, I'm not sure I know how to do this without you anymore and that scares me a little (only not, because the alternative is so, so much worse). So when I bitch and moan and complain about things you know that's just me being, you know, me. Right? I love you. Sometimes I think I loved you before I even knew you, which is stupid because love at first sight is only supposed to happen in books, and suddenly here I am living one of my own novels.
See you in ten hours and seventeen minutes.
Rodney
From: hansolo111@hotmail.com
Subject: Punctuation
Ever heard of it? Jeez Rodney, you're supposed to be a writer. Just shut up and come home, okay?
Me too
J
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Date: 2009-04-05 12:18 pm (UTC)Thank you for sharing.
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Date: 2009-04-06 12:53 am (UTC)Ever heard of it? Jeez Rodney, you're supposed to be a writer. Just shut up and come home, okay?
Me too
Lordy, this made me laugh and smile so hard--it is so *them* all the way through. What a delight! This is a great feel-good story and just what I needed when I am feeling the need to get home ASAP and leave the convention madness behind. :-)
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Date: 2009-04-07 09:34 am (UTC)*hearts them so much*
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