Open letter to Sentinel fans...

[moonlettuce]

Dear Sentinel fandom,

Please stop referring to Desperate Housewives as DH. Because whenever you comment that "Ooh! Richard Burgi was in DH again last night!", my mental image is something *way* different than to what you probably mean...

kthxbi!

Claire

Comments

[xandutch.livejournal.com]

*rolls around laughing hysterically*

I'll inform my mom we can't use the DH abbreviation anymore because of your mental images.

[temaris.livejournal.com]

*g* And again, I saw the same thing, and my mind went the same place... which is not without the pretty, but!

[zoerayne]

*reads that, mentally eliminating the last comma*
*giggles like a 12-year-old*
*reads it again*
*giggles again*

[zoerayne]

There's got to be fic in that, really.

[moonlettuce.livejournal.com]

It's kinda awesome. Like David Hewlett's ass. *g*

[moonlettuce.livejournal.com]

Yes! You must! *nods*

*grin*

[moonlettuce.livejournal.com]

Crossover from Hell! And also, rps, which is bad and wrong and wrong and bad. Yes, it is. Hmm... *nods*

[temaris.livejournal.com]

*g* I thought I'd catch *Claire* with that. She's generally reliably 12 ;-)

*giggles also*

[moonlettuce.livejournal.com]

So, John gets trapped underground for a few days and when he comes out everything's louder, brighter, more colourful, more there. And the only thing that seems to ground him is the sound of Rodney's heartbeat.

And Carson's tried every test he can think of, but he just doesn't know what's going on. Doesn't know, until one of the biologists remembers a press conference given by a guy at the university she went to. Remembers a guy by the name of Blain SomethingOrOther saying that he lied about his thesis. Lied about these things called Sentinels. Sentinels, with heightened senses who look after the tribe.

And Rodney just snorts, because, looking after everyone, that's Sheppard down to the ground. And wouldn't it be just like Colonel BetterAtEverythingThanYou to go and have heightened senses. Heightened senses, totally fuckable and a natural gene. Like someone looked down at John Sheppard when he was born and said, "Yes, that's the one. That's the one we'll give everything to, and fuck the rest of the poor schmucks."

Only John doesn't see this as a gift. Doesn't see it because everything is just too there. because he can't even look at the ocean without losing himself in it. Losing himseld, losing time, losing everything. And, considering they're surrounded by the water, that's a pretty fucking poor thing. So he focuses, tries to find the one thing that will keep everything else from flying away. And he finds it, finds it in Rodney. And isn't that just a joke. That the one person who seems to resent him for all of this is the one person who is stopping stopping him from completely cracking.

[temaris.livejournal.com]

Can you *imagine* DH in DH... let me rephrase, since we've got 12 yo's in the huilding ;-) Can you imagine McKay in Desperate Housewives -- completely torn between the, wow, you're uh, yeah, wow, and the 'oh for god's sake you vapid little bimbo!'

...

Zoe has a point. There may be fic in that. And McKay and RB's character shag, and then Sheppard is a poolboy and nearly gets EATEN ALIVE, only not in teh good way by teh eponymous housewives, and he's all but, but, McKay! And they go, huh, well, okay then: can we take footage?

Or maybe that last bit's just me *g*

[moonlettuce.livejournal.com]

:p

*grin*

[temaris.livejournal.com]

Dude! That's *cheating* *I* crossed it with Desperate Housewives! So!

[moonlettuce.livejournal.com]

*is stuck on Sheppard as a poolboy*

Pretty...

[moonlettuce.livejournal.com]

Can you *imagine* DH in DH

Also: Yes. Yes, I really can *grin*

[moonlettuce.livejournal.com]

Well, yeah, but I've never seen an episode of Desperate Housewives, so I wouldn't know where to begin.

*she says totally ignoring the entire New Pros and Mag7 stuff she also wrote without having seen an episode of the shows*

*ooh, ooh, I lie. I saw one ep of Mag7*

*ha!*

*feels justified in writing teh m7 pr0n now*

[temaris.livejournal.com]

Ah, hon, after the amount of time I've spent wurbling about M7 at you on the phone and in first and on LJ, you probably know as much about the characterisation as you really need to -- and more than some people who've actually seen teh damn show. *grouch*

You can write me Vin/JD pr0n anytime ;-)

[temaris.livejournal.com]

Also.

John's eyes widened as McKay walked into the infirmary.

"Anything, Carson?"

"I'm right here, Rodney," John drawled, waving one hand at him. "You can ask me."

"Like the opinion of someone who goes into trances at the pretty waves is going to be any better than the local witchdoctors," Rodney dismissed. "Carson!"

John blinked. The last six days since he'd come back from teh jungles of Urep, where he had been stranded for a week following a trading mission gone pear shaped, isolated, alone... (moving on) had been bad.

Hearing things he couldn't -- shouldn't hear. Getting lost in fugue states over things he couldn't possibly see. His head, his eyes hurting all the time, the hiss of a door closing, the clicking of a pen... and now, Rodney's bellowing across the infimary did nothing.

In fact, for the first time in days, the jangle of sounds had dwindled. He looked at Rodney, who was stalking across the room towards Carson's small office.

"Huh."

[temaris.livejournal.com]

Oh, um, me too...

glurble

[temaris.livejournal.com]

I was going to have him show up as Colonel Sheppard and rescue McKay, and then this poolboy bunny leapt out from nowhere.

I suffer for my Art.

[temaris.livejournal.com]

and by first I mean person. I have no idea where my brain was, but it clearly wasn't here.

[temaris.livejournal.com]

*g* Oh, yeah.

[temaris.livejournal.com]

I mock because I love.

And wow, I've just spammed hell out of this entry.

[zoerayne]

Oh, totally. Do go on... *g*

[zoerayne]

Mmmm, yeah.

Last thing you'd expect, to be grounded by Rodney, though. *g*

[temaris.livejournal.com]

What?" Rodney turned his head sharply to look at him, and John couldn't keep a small smile back.

"Hey, you were worried."

"I was not. I was -- if you start yelling to attract people's attention you shouldn't be surprised when--" but for all the sharp edged words, he was walking back to Jon's bedside, and then he was standing there, frowning down at him. "You shopuld try not to turn into a zombie again. What if I'm not around to rescue you."

John choked. "Excuse me?"

Robdney made a vague, yet grandiose gesture, "You know what i mean."

John just grinned at him, because he really, really didn't, but somehow, all the noise was kind of soothing.

"Are you bothering my patients again, Rodney?" Carson asked. He had a mug of coffee in one hand, and Rodney stared at it hopefully until Carson spotted his gaze adn moved it protectively away from Rodney. Just in case, he took up position the far side of John's bed.

Te coffee smelled good -- they'd put him on some sort of high;y restricted diet in case something in teh Pegasus food was causing his hyperaeshesia, and coffee had been the first thing to go. He breathed in deep.

Distantly he was aware of Carson swearing, a soft hand patting at his face, and a Scottich accent swearing, "Ah crap, don't do this, Colonel, come on, stay with us--" but hte sounds just drifted away.

"Colonel?" He clung to the sound. It felt normal; safe. Reality swung back into focus and he blinked.

"What --" Carson looked from John to Rodney and back again, eyes narrowing. "Hmm." he added, and pursed his lips.

"What?" John and Rodney both said, and Carson shook his head.

"It reminds me of something..."