John and Rodney, at odds with each other. And an ancient bath house in Atlantis (Amnesty Challenge).

“A dry well in Atlantis.” Rodney folded his arms across his chest and glared at Corrigan. “Now there’s a brilliant thought.”"Reminds me of a water

Much love for Lenore, making hotness and tenderness out of pure silly. Oh, FIC. :-)

Rodney threw up his hands. “I’m horny! Impossibly, unbearably, unremittingly horny. Like I’ve never been horny in my entire life. Because apparently that old wives

Aliens make them do it again and again and… suddenly not at all anymore, damn it.

He knew what that meant. One of them, or all of them,having to perform some ridiculous feat of skill or eat somethingunidentifiable. It usually ended with bruises o

“Yes, I am insulting you, because why not? We’re trapped in a collapsed cavemilesfrom the gate with nonfunctioning radios and no convenient piles of garbage from which I can MacGyver us an Ancient escalator! We! Are! Screwed! And in the face of certain

John chooses to live.

The look of happy surprise on Rodney’s face is warm and honest, andJohn thinks maybe it isn’t too late to make a different choice.

“It’s like Atlantis is trying to tell me something.”John’s speaking slowly and carefully, words being meted out likerations. “It’s like a hum in the back of my brain. At first it was onlythere at night—while I was sleeping—but now it’s

“You can’t have it both ways, Colonel. If you haven’t had anyrelationships, either you’re having the occasional one-night stand oryou’re not having sex at all.”

John as black-clad superman? Yes, really.

“It’s not okay. Do you know how many other papers have scooped us by now? Our front page carries Gary Kavanagh’s searing exposé of mild corruption in the city water department, while the front page of ever

“… which was horrendous, of course,” Rodney’s saying as they step into a transporter. “Oh, and that was before I took the opportunity of bitch-slapping Chaya, anyway, you want something from the mess?”