Oh it's hot? Cool. I thought it was hot when I wrote, this was one of those "break into a cold sweat" stories.

It's John's pissiness and irritation over both Weir and McKay being, you know, autonomic, that make me want to slap him.

"Damn it. You folks don't seem to get this that I need to get laid, now. You've all been interested up till this point, I've said no -- with good reason I might add -- now I'm saying yes. Got it? The line forms to the left and I promise, I'll take my time will all of you. That includes you, too, McKay."

Grumbles to Beckett as people go on with their lives. "What do they mean they have other plans...?"

Icarus