Heh, my brain obviously went the opposite place with it. (Because, damn, would it drive Rodney crazy!)
***
Considering that nothing had tried to kill him yet (he figured that was probably coming—he’d read enough scripts, after all), this whole hangover/nightmare/psychotic episode/whatever was pretty cool. Suddenly everything worked; the things he picked up weren’t plywood and Styrofoam; the ocean was out there, beautiful and glistening and real.
But Joe—no. Sheppard was starting to freak him out.
“You realize I’m David, right?” he said, anxiously, when he caught Sheppard bounding after him again. “If you’re looking for—he’s back there.”
Sheppard just grinned. “I’m in the right place,” he said.
David gulped. I’m not.
***
More later, hopefully, if I can get my head to stop feeling so fuzzy.
Fanboy
***
Considering that nothing had tried to kill him yet (he figured that was probably coming—he’d read enough scripts, after all), this whole hangover/nightmare/psychotic episode/whatever was pretty cool. Suddenly everything worked; the things he picked up weren’t plywood and Styrofoam; the ocean was out there, beautiful and glistening and real.
But Joe—no. Sheppard was starting to freak him out.
“You realize I’m David, right?” he said, anxiously, when he caught Sheppard bounding after him again. “If you’re looking for—he’s back there.”
Sheppard just grinned. “I’m in the right place,” he said.
David gulped. I’m not.
***
More later, hopefully, if I can get my head to stop feeling so fuzzy.