The new section will be out tomorrow and thought we'd give a heads up (and after that, three more and we'll be done!) But the real reason for the post is that a 'friend' of ours...cough cough...has a book out. It's called Nightlife by Rob Thurman, and if you like our writing, you're guaranteed to like this writing as it is identic....er...similar ( Read more... )

I don’t like people.  I tolerated them, I put up with them, I endured them because, unfortunately, there are only twenty-four hours in a day, I only have two hands and two eyes, and eventually I run out of clean underwear and need to eat.  But as a general rule, I don’t like people.  And actually, that’s okay, because to be perfectly fair, people ( Read more... )

This guy.

This annoying goddamn guy.

I’d been on a spaceship, a spaceship…I mean, my God. No pilot alive could out-cool that shit. There were stars and the misty blue curve of the earth beneath us-I was Han Solo, Buck Rogers, Captain Kirk. I was flying in a way I never had before. Never had dreamed was really possible. The Prometheus made the ( Read more... )

She sure the hell looked like Miro…Miso?  No, that wasn’t right, either.  Well, whatever her name, the Japanese woman currently sitting in the SGC infirmary was a dead ringer for the one with the same name…whatever that might be… that was currently working at the Antarctic outpost.  The one I had left the day before after spending two days and ( Read more... )

Vegas…was there anyplace like it?

The lights, the energy, the women.

The women.

The drop dead, gorgeous women.

And when you’re on leave and in the midst of that energy, keeping company with one of those beautiful woman, you could almost forget how you swallowed your pride and asked that cold son of a bitch who shared your name to salvage what was ( Read more... )

When I was a small girl, my father had a print of a dragon from the famous Japanese artist Kuniyoshi hanging on the wall in his office.  A simple piece…my father was successful but even he could not afford an elaborate multi-block print from a master printmaker like Kuniyoshi… it was black and white with only the eyes of the creature in a ( Read more... )

Okay, LJ wouldn't let me post this as one post for some reason...said it was too big no matter what I did.  So it's in two part...obviously read part 1 first.

A curious eyebrow rose at my admission.  “That’s not really like you, Rodney.”

“Elizabeth, nothing about this whole experience is like any of us.”

“You have a point there.  So what ( Read more... )

A dream, he’d said.  Is this a dream?  Like it was a hazy vision conjured of clouds and fog and gossamer and a thousand other soft, wispy things.  But the only thing soft and wispy in the picture was him.  Fading before my eyes…literally fading away.

“I’ll be seeing you.”  His voice as translucent as his body, his eyes looking right through me ( Read more... )

First off, the post will be back up tomorrow.  Second, when have we *ever* destroyed John and Rodney?  Okay, we beat them up pretty damn good but we always fix them in the end.  Geesh, John has faith Rodney will fix everything, I would hope you as the readers would, too.  If you haven't figured it out yet, we are posting our next fic piece by piece ( Read more... )

For the one and only meta who asked for the return of S&G...and for the sweet and generous people who took the time to say something nice about the writing itself. That meant the world to me.

Silver and Gone

I followed Rodney down the hall, as he bitched and grumbled under his breath. He held his hands up as if they were sterile and he was headed ( Read more... )