trinityofone | Love, lift me out of these blues.

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Love, lift me out of these blues.

•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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“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.

*NICE*

*****

"I am, maybe a little," David admitted. "I mean, I enjoy when a script stretches me a little."

John eyed him warrily, expression guarded. "I guess I can understand that, like a wave with a little volitility makes a better surf."

"I mean, other than opportunity, there's a reason I end up playing the characters," and he had the good conscious to wince at that, "a little, or even a lot, to the left of normal. You start to get a complex after the second mainstream cop show makes you a pedofile, even after you've spent your career being not quite sane and getting paid for it."

"Do you think those places exist too?" John leaned back in his chair, relaxing slowly.

"God I hope not," David shivered. "Forget the psychopaths, Grant Jansky deserves better."

John shrugged off the reference, making a note to look it up later. Just in case. "Are you any good?"

"At acting?" David asked, eyebrow raised. "I keep getting jobs, which I suppose means something."

"Be McKay," John said. "I want to see."

David frowned and then slowly his posture changed, shoulders reaching out and back, hands loosening up, eyes narrowing. "Shouldn't you be off somewhere attempting trying to plan or strategize or something, I mean I can understand the urge to rely on my amazing intellect but even I am not above a completely uneeded backup plan."

"Be McKay," John said. "I want to see."

Okay, I know I'm supposed to be going to bed, but damn, that was HOT.

I liked "Do you think those places exist too?" a lot, as well. Mmm. I wonder about this, often.

Okay, sleep. I hope I dream this.

I was disturbed by it's hotness as well. I await your response in the morning.

John’s eyes bugged out more than just a little. “Okay, okay, stop,” he said, and David slid back against his chair, his body relaxing, his lips quirking inevitably upward into a smirk.

Oddly, he thought John’s reaction was one of the best compliments he had ever received.

“No, really, you can stop,” John said.

David blinked. “Oh, right, the smugness. No, right now, that’s all me.”

John looked like he couldn’t decide between being disturbed and amused, which seemed about right.

“You’re not what I would have expected,” he said, after a minute. “I mean, not that I would have expected any of this.”

“Right.” David chuckled. “Aliens, intergalactic space travel, yes, check. This Is Your Life airing Fridays at nine on the Sci-Fi Channel, not so much.”

John frowned. “Wait, we’re on the Sci-Fi Channel?” A nod. John’s lip jutted out. “I think I’m vaguely insulted.”

David rolled his eyes, used to this.

John was scratching at his head, absently. “What about us?” he said casually, like he was a little curious, not needing an answer. “Are we what you would have expected?”

“Yes,” David said, decisively. Then just as decisively, “No.”

That seemed about right, too.

***

More when I get back from my exciting day's adventures in excitement! That is, unless you want a go... *hopeful eyebrow*

It's all you hon. I'll let it all fester and grow in my brain for a bit.

*bows and waits*

*pines for more fic*

I'm sorry! I ended up being out and away from the internet all day yesterday, and today I have to have to have to write this essay before I do anything else. Er, aside from respond to this comment, apparently.

I figured something like that happened. S'cool, yesterday was a day for me too.

We'll see who lets inspiration strike first.

*is secretly holding out for you*

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