Stargate Atlantis Flashfiction

Thank you for flying Church of England.
By SomeInstant

Rating: PG-13 for language and exceedingly bad philosophy.
Pairings: None. I mean, in my head, it's McKay/Sheppard, but there's nothing damning on the page.
Spoilers: This has no connection to any current plotline at all. I'm not terribly invested in maintaining realism, here.
Disclaimer: They do not belong to me. But I like to think they'd have fun if they did.

Summary: There has never, in the history of Time entire, been a True-False exam that didn't have at least one trick question on it.

A/N: It wasn't me. I was dead at the time.

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( Consider, if you will, the universe. )

i hope you take seriously the suggestion of undressing
by SomeInstant

Summary: It had seemed like such a nice planet. Steady job, good provider, nice house-- the kind of planet your mother would like you to date, if your mother were insane and indifferent to the idea of grandchildren.
Rating: a light and pleasant R, McKay/Sheppard
Spoilers: Vague season two, pre-Runner
Word Count: 2296.
Disclaimer: The boys ain't mine.

( 'This isn't recreation, Rodney,' John said seriously. 'This is diplomacy.' )

writing is easy
(just open a vein)
by SomeInstant

Disclaimer: The characters and universe are not mine. Alas, alack, and woe is me.
Rating: PG. Gen.
Word Count: 1225
Summary: Some things that should be written down, but often aren't.

A/N: So, I have this thing about documents. (I'm a historian; this isn't surprising.) But as much as I love traditional documents-- letters and diaries and court records and all those wonderful, useful sorts of things-- I have a special place in my heart for the sort of stuff that gets left in pockets and run through the wash. So this is kind of a loose collection of fragments: things that were almost documents, but never actually made it to paper. Or something like that, anyway.

( It isn't much evidence. )