"So what's the problem?" Elizabeth asked. "They won't talk to us unless we sing first," John said.

He didn’t know who started it but there was a wall on the Northeast Pier that the populace of Atlantis called “The Confessional”.

Comment-fic for eliade, prompt: John/Rodney--slavery slavery slavery SLAVERY.

Life is what happens when you're busy making other plans.

For svmadelyn's badfic-summary challenge, summary from hyperfocused: Rodney MmmKay's mother always told him smart boys never get the hot guys. Can he pretend to be dumb so hunky pilot John Shep Hard will ask him to the Atlantis: Under the Sea prom? W/ my OC Princess Ancienta. Warnings: ANGST M/M plz rd/rvw Oh, yeah.

A disgruntled lieutenant approaches Jack about DADT, Sheppard and McKay.

Rule # 1: For every scientist, there is a grunt who loves them.

John had gotten kind of blasé about offworld travel.

The hammock was something he'd done more or less on a whim, liking the idea of it more than really expecting to use it. It's not like Rodney is much of an escape-for-a-nap in the middle of the day kind of guy, let alone a sleep-outside-with-the-bugs-and-risk-the-likelihood-of-slowly-developing-skin-cancer kind of guy.

"Hardcore BDSM, that's easy. Hickeys, though. Hickeys are hard."

"And then the door chimed, and Woolsey came in looking mournful and anxious, and everything got derailed.Death and life, hope and hopelessness, aren't just for the Pegasus galaxy. Eventually, inevitably, it's going to happen on Earth. John and Rodney, loss and family and what it means to be home."