Love, lift me out of these blues.

[trinityofone]

•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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[amireal.livejournal.com]

"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.

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

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!

[amireal.livejournal.com]

"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.

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

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*

[amireal.livejournal.com]

*koffs* Well I've done it *before*.

*hangs head in shame*

"Where Did all the Physics Go?"

*whistles*

*scampers off to write the next part*

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

I must admit that I, sadly, did not get all that could be gotten out of "Where Did All the Physics Go" as...OMG I'm so ashamed I've never seen Star Trek.

...You just lost all respect for me, didn't you? *sniffle*

But that's why I need this story! To make up for, um. My poor, TV-deprived childhood? Yes?

*scampers off to write the next part*

Yeep! Okay, shutting up yay.

[amireal.livejournal.com]

We're writing DH into the 'gateverse and you think *that* will make me lose all respect for you?

Well. Maybe a little.

And making poor excuses for doing this wrongwrong thing will not mitigate your part in it.

Also, posted. I've stopped going down a thread in the replies, they're getting too narrow to view.

Your LJ's newest layout has a text limit that makes even a top layer post hard to read sometimes. Erm. That occassionally includes fic. *looks shifty* I STILL LOVE YOU!

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

cimorene111 keeps teasing that she's gonna post original Trek episodes, and then I'll catch up and regain my cred and everything will be peachy again! Except my journal will still look broken, apparently. Do you know how to fix it?

Actually, never mind. I will ask someone who doesn't have IMPORTANT FIC TO WRITE.

I don't want my part mitigated, not if you mean the part where I encouraged you! Of that, I am PROUD!

[amireal.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't know how to fix it within the confines if your current style without research anyhoo.

Also? Later. David will drink orange juice in front of Rodney.

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

Oh wow, that would be MEAN.

And by "mean" I mean hilarious and awesome.

Poor Rodney. *pets him*

[amireal.livejournal.com]

"A drink? *gets evil look* Just tea. With lemon."

*horrified gasp of onlookers*

*DH squishes lemon messily into cup*

[amireal.livejournal.com]

"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?"

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

AHHHHHHHHHHHH!

(Please imagine several shots: the exterior of my dorm, the empty rugby pitch, the austere campus walls. A pigeon flaps its wings and takes flight. The scream echoes everywhere.)

[amireal.livejournal.com]

Wha? I did the big reveal didn't I?

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

Clarification: scream of stunned, ecstatic joy.

Plus, pigeons!

[amireal.livejournal.com]

Hehe.

P.s. You owe me a bajillion snippets now.

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

I totally do. *thunks brain with shoe*

[amireal.livejournal.com]

David nodded mutely, waiting patiently.

"How much do you get paid?" Rodney asked.

"Well," David blinked rapidly. "That's actually not the question I was expecting. Also? Can we rewind a little and work around the assumption that I'm the one going insane."

"Wife?" John couldn't help but bring up again. He really couldn't imagine a place where even a likeness of him, a man who obviously knew him well enough, would end up with the big picket fence and the 2.5 kids. Oh wow, kids, did this Joe person have kids?

"Girlfriend actually, and she's totally going to kick my ass if I have another lost weekend."

"I thought you said I had a wife," John frowned.

"Lost weekend?" Rodney prompted.

"Oh no, Joe," David pointed to John, "has a wife, some kids, long distance bill the size of my arm. I have the girlfriend who gets annoyed if I can't remember what happened for two consecutive days at a time."

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

OMG I love Rodney's crazy brain. And John's crazy brain. And David's.

And yours. *vbhhg* (Very Big Huge Humongous Grin)

[hinokumo.livejournal.com]

::cackles:: Your guys are insane and I so love this!

[amireal.livejournal.com]

It was all calming down again, once Rodney got over the entire girlfriend fiasco, and then the dogs were mentioned and that was another five minutes of hysteria, but finally all was calm and under control and David was submitting to all sorts of medical tests with a strange aplomb that looked wrong on Rodney's face.

Then Ronon and Elizabeth walked in and David was down for the count watching Rodney try and explain it all again without sounding like a complete lunatic.

"What's a soap opera?" Ronon eventually asked, because David apparently couldn't help but throw in his own little tidbits now and then.

Elizabeth went red and shook her head. "I'm sure Colonel Sheppard would be thrilled to explain that to you later."

Oh yes, filled to the brim with joy.

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

Hee, they'll never get anything productive done ever again. I so don't care.

I'm working on another bit for you. It is hard! *bites lip*

[amireal.livejournal.com]

Productivity is overrated.

Hard? Don't make me collect all my snippets and give you a word count. *is mean*

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

RPF, in general, is hard. Except for when I'm making potentially libelous statements about Jake Gyllenhaal and Clint Eastwood, that is.

But I wrote one! Looky!

[amireal.livejournal.com]

I looked! I'm so proud! And yes I am drawing heavily on my remembered viewings of behind the scenes stuff and many many paper interviews.

I am a sad little girl and the number of little details I remember is disturbing me.