The proverbial They in this story need to sit their collective asses down and have a damn Yoo-Hoo, because anyone who cares that much about who's having sex with whom clearly needs a new hobby. Like, yesterday.

This made me sick to my stomach at first, and then gleeful when Rodney and Radek (and Miko and Kavanagh!) turned their attention to the task of taking Big Brother down once and for all. So I suspect it did what it was supposed to do. *g*

The scene where they are discussing euphemisms and sneaking secret casual touches - I could see how that, in the context of another story, could be heartbreaking and sort of hot, but here it only contributed to the making me sick to my stomach. Since it's a short story and not, say, a novella, with build-up and time to get used to the idea before a scene like this, I was still stuck in, "Wait, what? Whoa! Civil rights, bro!" mode. And that's not a criticism or anything, it's just the way I responded. It actually taught me something I'd never considered about writing: how the same scene can produce a different reaction in the same reader, based on (not even the context of the story, but on) the story's length and the scene's placement. So, that was really cool. I mean, sure, it's just anecdotal evidence, but that's pretty much all I ever have. *g*