Love, lift me out of these blues.

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•I owe several people e-mails, but I'm feeling really icky and anti-social and depressed, so please forgive me for not having gotten back to you yet. However, if you haven't heard from me by tomorrow, please feel free to kick me.

•It's my birthday in 13 days. Ugh.

•I need distraction. Comment with a prompt, and there's a fairly good chance I'll write you a drabble.

•Now to the microwave, away!

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!

Or really, I should say:



I will...think on this. But as a means to encourage, not exorcise. *eg*

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I'll write it *with* you. But there's no way I'm taking responsibility for that scary little bugger on my own.

But for now *awaits drabble with glee*

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*taunts you*

"Jesus Christ," the new and improved Rodney whined from the bed in the infirmary, "Joe what was in those shots Torri fed us and don't pretend you weren't watching her the whole time."

John blinked a few times, looked at the Rodney next to him and sighed. "So now we can have different names in the alternate universes?"

"Shit," Rodney on the table blinked and cracked one bloodshot eye open, "did I pass out on set? Martin will never let that go. Hell, Rachel and Jason will be talking about it at conventions forever."

"Well," Rodney next to him gave him a constipated look, one of deep thought actually, with a hint of 'god help me the little people are talking to me again', "considering the usual practicialities of chaos thoery, I'm quite surprised it hasn't happened before now."

"Joe?" Rodney, or possibly not Rodney was saying. "Did we by any chance find the best stunt double ever?" He looked perplexed, but it was missing the large dose of 'oh god, who rewrote the laws of physics when I wasn't looking'. "And hey, fourth wall, cool, I read a story like this once--" he faded out and did a reasonable facsimile of bug eyed. "Jesus, what is this *star trek*?"

"Hey!" Rodney snapped.

"Yeah," John said, getting the feeling that this wasn't your usual visit from a parallel dimension, and the fact that it was usual was just about as weird as the no pants thing the Asguard liked so much, "no need to get insulting."

Oh sweet, two unerringly entertaining frowns in one blow.

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*flails* Also: *drools copiously*

I want more of this so badly. It's just...

"Shit," Rodney on the table blinked and cracked one bloodshot eye open, "did I pass out on set? Martin will never let that go. Hell, Rachel and Jason will be talking about it at conventions forever."

*cracks up*

Okay, I've got a couple drabble ideas for you that I'm going to work on, but you--you. *points finger at you emphatically, but really, quivers on the edge of begging*

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*heheh* Alas, today is the busy day, so even if I were tempted, nothing more till I get home.

But something drabblerific will certainly help grease the wheels for future wrongwrong!writing.

I'm going to hell, you know that right? Hell.

And now I must resist David/Sheppard bonding, *slips into voice* because he's as hip as any actor but seriously the crush he has on Sheppard is disconcerting.

Fanboy

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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.

Re: Fanboy

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Going to hell and taking you with me! LALALALA!

*proud*

Oh shiny! Yes, you do that. Because DH is totally a semi sort of calm more socially apt version of Rodney. Sort of.

More for you as soon as my sinuses stop trying to crawl out through my eyebrows.

Recurring

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I feel like making a general LJ announcement: "Coherency will return to this journal as soon as my uterus stops trying to escape through my spleen."

But in the meantime...

***

“He took a bullet for me,” Lorne said, disbelieving.

John almost didn’t want to. He looked at Rodney, sweaty and pale on the gurney. “‘S okay,” Rodney slurred. “Had to. He. Recurring. Not like me.”

John turned to Lorne for an explanation. “He keeps saying that, sir. I don’t understand.”

Beckett was wheeling Rodney away. “You’re going to be all right,” he said, quiet reassuring whisper.

“Not worried,” Rodney said. They must be giving him the good drugs. “‘M a regular.”

“Sir?” said Lorne, as John’s mouth dropped open.

Looked like someone needed to have a serious chat with David.

***

I just keep getting stupid flashes. I'm depending on you to handle things like "plot" and "narrative" and the aforementioned "coherency."

Re: Recurring

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*dies*

Oh god. TV show logic. I love it.

So plot's on me huh? Oh dear. Also David's gonna wake up and be all "Shit this doesn't hurt nearly as much when it's blanks and blood pouches."

Re: Recurring

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*blinks* Right. Misread. Oh Rodney. You geek you.

Re: Recurring

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Actually, either way would be awesome. THERE ARE SO MANY EXCITING POSSIBILITIES, IT IS SCARY.

Method

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Sheppard sat down across from him, grinning grinning grinning. David wondered if Joe knew his character was mentally unhinged.

“You...have questions?” David tried. It was kind of fun answering people’s questions. They all seemed to think he had inside knowledge. Actually, Atlantis appeared to be several months ahead of Atlantis, which had interesting scientific, not to mention philosophical, implications...

Okay, he really needed to get out of here before he started thinking like Rodney. There was such a thing as taking method acting a step too far.

“Just keeping you company,” Sheppard replied, and then, holy crap, he winked.

Re: Method

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*bwauh* Okay there's crack and then there's crack. I need to know why John is all *fascinated* not that I mind. *grins*

Other than totally appreciating the amount of fun David is having.

More?

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"I've gotta ask," David leaned in all conspiratory like, "what's the big secret?"

John wobbled an eyebrow and slouched. "What secret?"

"Your past." David pressed. "Why no messages home? What happened in Afganistan? What is with the hair, even Joe doesn't know that one, and most importantly why *do* you never see it coming?"

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The mischievous glint went out of Sheppard’s eyes like that. But the answering dark look was only there a second. “Why don’t you ask,” eyebrow quirk, “the writers?”

David waved his hand, dismissive. “Why ask them when I can go straight to the source? C’mon, give me something good. I’ll be able to lord it over Joe for months.”

Sheppard seemed to think about it, then leaned forward. “If I tell you, will you do me a favor?”

David knew better, but he was really curious—even more than he’d thought—and caution lost the battle to enthusiasm. “Sure. Anything.”

Re: Method

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You are a horrible horrible person.

I've got nothing. Nada.

Re: Method

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David was quiet when John finished telling his story. They’d moved from the mess to one of the balconies: John spoke without emotion, staring into space, out over the ocean.

It was really beautiful. Better than the best special effect.

“So,” John said: the silence stretching, David staring at his hands. “About that favor...”

David looked up, his stomach dropping.

“I love this city,” John said suddenly, and David blinked, following without following.

“I love this city,” John repeated, his knuckles white on the rail, “and I’d really appreciate it if you people stopped fucking with it for entertainment value.”

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“It’s not like that,” David said.

John’s eyes were dark and hooded. David remembered watching the dailies for the episode where Sheppard executed the Wraith in its cell; remembered feeling a bit of chill and congratulating Joe afterward, buying him a beer.

“It’s not like that,” he repeated. “We don’t—I don’t understand how this works. You’re ahead of us, your timeline...”

That dark gaze flickered over him, judging. “This is my life,” John said. “It’s not—”

David nodded. “I understand.”

Then he said, “Christ! You’re supposed to be having the existential crisis, not me!”

Maybe, John cracked a grin.

***

And now I really gotta go to bed.

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Who am I kidding?

******

"Nevermind," officially not Rodney muttered, "like they'd spend money on an actual stunt double, they like my girly scream too much." Rodney made an indignant sound but not Rodney went on. "Besides with the rate Joe keeps tripping over his own two feet and a pile of dirt, extreme sports my ass, he's far more likely to need a standing next time we end up in the middle of nowhere forest place."

John frowed, eyebrows drawing together. "Wait a minute. I'm Joe?"

Not Rodney rolled his head back on table, losing the height he'd acheived when he'd braced himself on his elbows. "God I hope this is a bad hangover." He flung an arm over his eyes and sighed. "I'm too young to get by on my dodgy reputation alone."

"So," John elbowed Rodney in the stomach, a premptive attack based on the fact that he'd already opened his mouth. "What's your name?"

"David." He moved his arm enough to for one red rimmed, almost pink with color, to peer over his elbow. "I swear to god Joe, if this is payback for the furries thing, your wife is so getting a phone call from my sister pretending to be some drunk fangirl."

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*snorfle*

I love you. Seriously.

And seriously, now I am going to work on one for you.

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"Wife?" John's voice did not crack and if, from the look on Rodney's face, it was going to be brought up later, there were some very interesting recordings Rodney might be interested in, made during their last crisis.

"Lovely woman," David said, staring t the ceiling, "lives far away, very smart."

"Because she lives far away?"

"Possibly." David smirked just a little and there was a strange moment of dichotomy becuase it was the first moment where John really saw the shadow of Rodney in the other man's face. Sure they looked alike, but David was-- just different enough, in all the ways that mattered.

"Well, I see he's awake." Carson stepped around the curtain and how are you feeling today?"

David made a face, quickly put it away and then made another face, shook his head and finally, pushed himself up into the sitting position, "I've got confess doc, not quite myself."

"Please," Rodney suddenly cut it. "Tell me you're Canadian."

"You know," David blinked, "I actually took all that patriotic pride as a way to mess with the Americans."

"Well yes," Rodney hedged, "but I still, it just seems so, I don't know, there's something fundamental about where you come from you know, and I guess what with having a different name it might not be the same thing--"

"I'm an actor," David smiled brightly, "Or so they tell me. I can be from anywhere I want to be. Zed. See? That was my Canadian accent, how'd you like it?"

"Oh god, an *actor*?"

John watched in amusement as Rodney went ghost white and searched blindly for a chair to sit in.

"Wanna hear my scottish?" David said, unrepressed. If John didn't know better, and maybe he didn't, he got the feeling David had gotten over his intitial shock and was now just having fun.

"What no? How about American? Repression! Repression!"

A lot of fun.

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A lot of fun is right! 'Cause yeah, he'd have to stop freaking out and start messing with them. And I love Rodney's, "Oh God, an *actor*?" It would be the first of many near-aneurysms, definitely. So, so much fun!

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"Now," Carson said slowly, watching the byplay, "I know that quantum physics and all that muck isn't exactly my cup of tea," he stopped and waited for David to stop chuckling, he only got a handwave to go on, which he did, "but this doesn't exactly sound like the usual," David's laughter reached a sharp point before being muffled again, "sort of thing that happens when this sort of thing happens." Carson paused and made a face. "You know what I mean."

John watched David press his lips together, eyes bright with mirth, shaking his head minutely. "No please, Rodney," he snorted, "you go first, all I've got is 30 some odd years of Dr. Who under my belt."

Rodney glared at him and then shook his head. "Well I've got Radek working on the machine that helped David on his little journey here, but I'm more interested in figuring out where your Univereses diverged so hugely that--"

David let out a loud guffaw and then waved his hands and attempted to say something along the lines of "Carry on." Only it came out in broken syllables.

"Why is this so funny?" Rodney glared and then paused, narrowing his eyes further. "You're an actor?"

David nodded, eyes round and open, but completely unsurprised as Rodney turned the conversation on a dime. "And?" He wheezed.

"But we're all familiar to you?"

David looked at Carson, then at John, eyes crinkling slightly and then at Rodney. "Oh yes, definately familiar. Though," he looked at them all again, "with a few extras thrown in." He snorted to himself. "That is, small differences in appearance."

"And this place?" Rodney pressed, hands starting to zoom wildly and John could see him start to get onto a hysterical roll, only the questions he was asking were very good questions indeed and John was starting to get a little more curious than amused. Also, he was starting to get annoyed that he hasn't gotten there first.

"Oh yes, this place does have a certain familiarity to it." David smiled and looked around, for a breif moment losing all his hysterical humor and going slack jawed as his eyes reached the ceiling. "But again, certain cosmetic differences."

"How?"

John was brought up short by the abrupt question. He blinked and watched David be surprised by it as well before the more familiar amusement slid firmly back into place. "I'm an actor." He said like it explained everything in the universe.

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Eee, Rodney is so smart! Even when he's creeped out. Maybe especially then.

I like that, even though David is amused, he can't seem to just say it. How would you tell someone something like that?

The above question? Not entirely rhetorical. And that's me being subtle. *eg*

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"You're an actor." Rodney repeated. "You're an actor." He stepped foward and poked David in the stomach, David just watched the finger with almost detached amusement. "A well fed one at that."

"Hey!," David gave a perfunctory slap of annoyance, but otherwise looked utterly patient as Rodney reasoned something out.

"So an actor with a job." Rodney started pacing. "A job that puts you in contact with us, or rather, people who look just like us, but with different names and--" Rodney stopped , throwing David a wide eyed look.

"Go on," David made a motion. "I'm not gonna say it."

"Oh god," Rodney sat back down abruptly. "You *play* me, don't you?"