I'm just going to-- continue working on my seminar paper, like a good little grad student, and not think at all about the Story Where Rodney's an Empath. No, sir. Not one little bit.
Except-- except--
"Hey, okay, ow," said Rodney, cutting Weir off mid-sentence. "What the hell, Colonel? Could you please try to keep the manly emoting to a minimum?" He scowled across the table at Sheppard. "Some of us are trying to concentrate."
"Don't know what you're talking about," Sheppard said. His face was nicely blank, but the tips of his ears were bright fucking red.
"I'm talking about the tsunami-sized wave of longing that just about knocked me unconscious!" Rodney snapped, and then felt a wave of utter terror slam his cerebral cortex. "Will you quit that? I'd rather not die of a brain aneurysm today!"
"Sorry," John said, and stood up. "Excuse me," he said to Elizabeth, a pleading look on his face, and ran for the door.
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Date: 2006-08-02 02:09 am (UTC)I'm just going to-- continue working on my seminar paper, like a good little grad student, and not think at all about the Story Where Rodney's an Empath. No, sir. Not one little bit.
Except-- except--
"Hey, okay, ow," said Rodney, cutting Weir off mid-sentence. "What the hell, Colonel? Could you please try to keep the manly emoting to a minimum?" He scowled across the table at Sheppard. "Some of us are trying to concentrate."
"Don't know what you're talking about," Sheppard said. His face was nicely blank, but the tips of his ears were bright fucking red.
"I'm talking about the tsunami-sized wave of longing that just about knocked me unconscious!" Rodney snapped, and then felt a wave of utter terror slam his cerebral cortex. "Will you quit that? I'd rather not die of a brain aneurysm today!"
"Sorry," John said, and stood up. "Excuse me," he said to Elizabeth, a pleading look on his face, and ran for the door.
I am So Doomed.