Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher
But I flew too highHe checked his chronometer again--3:15 a.m., too early for anyone to be up yet, too late for anyone to be still working. He would be there, if they were anything alike, he'd be there. Somehow they both know the only ( Read more... )

To: Dr. Dylan Moore ( Read more... )

John's been up since far too early, had slept far too little, had done far too much already today. He'd seen Quinn in the Infirmary, had checked in on the twins, had a strange conversation with Rodney over lunch about how different the world on the other side of the mirror was, and what it meant. Emmy's going home....home. Here would stop being ( Read more... )

He'd just thought paperwork was hard before Emilie--paperwork after Emilie was down right complicated. Every few minutes he'd drift off and end up tapping his comm, asking after her to Radek and Rae, Rodney and Carson--whoever would listen and who had recent news of her whereabouts. He knew all but he and Carson had been back to the mirror, had ( Read more... )

John wakens before all the others, extricating himself ever-so-carefully from the warm pile of limbs and bodies that are his spouses. Carson seems to have developed a penchant for hanging onto the elastic of his underwear, so that cuts at least five minutes out of his travel time between the group room and Emilies. The sun is just rising, peeking ( Read more... )

( Meme from my Rachel )

The day dawns pleasantly cool and perfectly cloudless, exactly the kind of day he'd been hoping for. Lt. Col. John Sheppard has been awake since before dawn, had slipped from the warm bed he shares with his spouses. The rooms's walls are littered with yellow postit notes, some giving direction, a few with lewd poems or badly-drawn doodles of the ( Read more... )

John tiptoes back into the group quarters hours after the meeting, one hand in Radek's. They'd tried to sleep in his room, but after an hour of restless tossing and turning, they'd turned to one another in the dark, sharing a silent agreement--home is where they wanted to be. The rooms are quiet and dark, perfectly natural for 3 a.m...a large ( Read more... )

I really intended to go home, rest with my spouses, and maybe share some incredible "we're not dead" sex. I really had. honest ( Read more... )

( my spouses send me the most interesting things.. )