I've been ill for the last day or two with an unspecified fever, and general ick. So I've been neglecting the fic - but on Saturday night I got an idea for what I need to write for undermistletoe, which had been stumping me for a while, and today I wrote 635 words of it. So. Win! Yay!
Snippit: The chin sticks out like John is going to throw up his hands in horror, but John just keeps on smiling, wondering if he’s missed a briefing.
“Rodney McKay? The Rodney McKay? Butcher of Beatty? I’m sure there are other names, if that one’s too passé.”
(And this fic isn't for an exchange, so I reckon I'm not spoilering anyone with excerpts :)
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on 2006-11-14 11:01 pm (UTC)Snippit: The chin sticks out like John is going to throw up his hands in horror, but John just keeps on smiling, wondering if he’s missed a briefing.
“Rodney McKay? The Rodney McKay? Butcher of Beatty? I’m sure there are other names, if that one’s too passé.”
(And this fic isn't for an exchange, so I reckon I'm not spoilering anyone with excerpts :)