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[lt_col_sheppard]

John lies across the bed in his own room--the one he still keeps to maintain regs--the one he is forced to sleep in when someone of some importance is on Atlants--and is likely homophobic. The one he almost never sees, because they're so alone out here--there's almost never anyone to impress--no one to fool. Before the last few days, he would

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[dr_macgregor]

((Rae's player-- OMG, that last scene is soooo romance novel cover. LOL))

[lt_col_sheppard]

(( *snort* yeah, well I'm not exactly on my game of late >__< hey, I can indulge a little shameless gay harlequinizing! >__< ok, so yeah, the open shirt was a bad idea ))

[dr_macgregor]

((I didn't say it was bad... lol))

[dark_cygnet]

((*delurks* I think its wonderful, don't you dare change a thing! *lurk mode engaged*))

[engineer_radek]

*is lost in thought now, staring unseeing at the sea, when he hear/feels a whisper/echo. Radek blinks as he straightens. It is the feeling he's come to associate with Atlantis trying to get his attention. He is still uncertain how she can even do this much since he doesn't have the gene but she can and does so now.

Then he hears it. The faint whisper of cloth most others might not catch, but he does thanks to his training. He doesn't tense because that would give away that he is aware. Instead, he continues to stare out into the sea as he tries to figure out who is watching him. Then he smells it, that distinctive scent of Aqua Vela that only one person in the entire city would have the gall to wear*

*without turning* Hello, John. *pats the railing beside him* Come. Stop lurking in shadows.

[lt_col_sheppard]

*John watches Radek, smiling--the way his wild hair tumbles in the sea breeze--the graceful slump of his shoulders, his strong, pale hands flashing together in the moonlight. It brings out a voyeuristic tingle in him that he's hardly ever really entertained. He nearly jumps when Radek speaks seemingly out of the blue--his words softly accented, beautiful in the cool silence.*

'I'm not lurking so much as standing watch, you know....Airmen don't lurk.'

*he slowly approaches the rail, copying Radek's pose, his forearms draped across it. Their shoulders press warmly together and John leans in. Small talk seems the best way to start--feeling Radek out, hoping whatever's bothering him will just emerge.*

'She brought me here...I told you she knows about you. You watch--it'll get so bad that neither of us can sneeze without her telling the other.'

[engineer_radek]

*chuckles softly* Of course they don't, how foolish of me. *pauses then says, his amused grin obvious in his tone despite the fact John can't see him at the moment* Stop looming, then.

*snorts then nods* I would not doubt it. *lightly caresses the railing* She is a marvel. I do not believe we have even scratched the surface of what she is capable of, despite the ZPM. *sighs softly* I almost wish that the time ship had survived so that we could go back and see her in her prime. *sighs heavily* Of course we did get to see the time ship, so that is something.

*Radek is no fool, however, and he has an idea of why Atlantis would bring John to him. He absently fingered the box in his pocket as he considered how to word his question* John. *carefully doesn't look at John, but continues to stare out into the sea and the stars beyond* You were in the American Black Ops, correct?

[lt_col_sheppard]

*John runs his fingers over the rail as Radek does, the sight of his lover's hands caressing the cool metal somehow intimate.*

'She was something to behold, I'm sure, Radek--can you imagine her at full power? She does so much already that we thought was impossible....'

*John turns to Radek at the soft sound of his name, frowning at his sudden turn from wistful to morose.*

You were in the American Black Ops, correct?

John whips his gaze toward the sea, his shoulders tensing, a motion bordering on flinching away. He's grateful for the darkness--so Radek can't see the pinched look on his face.

'....yeah,..yeah I was, Radek. It's one of the reasons I was essentially an air taxi in Antarctica. It was easier to be away from civilzation after that...'

*he ducks his dark head, shaking tenrils of hair from his forehead*

'...any particular reason why you ask?'

FWD: Regarding treatment for Dr. MacGregor, Meeting Request

[anonymous]

~~via email~~

To: Lt. Col. Sheppard
From: Angela Biro, MD
RE: Meeting regarding treatment for Dr. MacGregor, 10AM, Lg Conf Room

~~via email~~

TO: Carson Beckett, MD
FROM: Dr. Angela Biro, MD
RE: Update on Database entry for Dr. MacGregor

Lt. Col.--

I am aware that Dr. Kusanagi sent you her report on her findings regarding the personality machine. Although that's not really a good term, is it? It doesn't change the personality, just reroutes your ability to express it. In any case, I believe we should all meet tomorrow to discuss this treatment plan. I've reserved the large conference room for 10am and sent meeting notices to Drs. Kusanagi and Zelenka, as well as Dr. MacGregor herself and Lt. Col. Sheppard. With his ease of use with the gene, I believe he could prove advantageous to have should we need to shut the machine off quickly in a non-traditional manner. I'll see you at 10am.

Sincerely,

Angela Biro, MD

Re: FWD: Regarding treatment for Dr. MacGregor, Meeting Request

[lt_col_sheppard]

(( *snort* you know...probably not ))

[engineer_radek]

((Dude. I can't message you. Have you tried changing yer status from "offline" to "online"?))

[engineer_radek]

DUDE this is SO WEIRD! Lemme try MSN again *grumbles and kicks at the table*