Waaaa~ Y'all read my mind. I totally wanted this fic right now. This exact one.

and uh, stuff

*dies* The inarticulateness of John is such a turn-on. Oddly, I was also really enamored of the image near the end: Rodney on the gateroom floor and Elizabeth by his side while everyone stands around and blinks. This was not Jackson's return, but one vastly more fitting for Atlantis.

Hot and lovely, kudos to y'all!