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It's the long, dark tea-time of the soul, and I rented The 4400 to make up for my tragic lack of West Wing, only to discover that it sucks hard. "Well," I thought, "I understand why that was cancelled"... except it wasn't! It's still on! WTF! The plot development's purposely hand-wavy ("I've eliminated 24 of the 37 suspects for reasons you don't care about"), the writing bites, often medical advice/opinion offered is just incorrect ("coma victims never regain consciousness without cause") and the most memorable acting came from day-players who were there for only one episode.

Maybe it gets better in the second season, but I just don't care. I could feel myself getting stupider as I watched it.

I don't remember if I could happily watch dumb tv before Joss Whedon and Aaron Sorkin, but I certainly can't now.

Fic: The Alien Ritual Equivalent of Switzerland (SGA; McKay/Sheppard; NC-17)

This was originally comment!porn written for wildestranger. I've cleaned it up, although it's not much longer than the original, and am posting it here for completeness sake, since I don't seem to have done so before, nor bookmarked it, not even on my del.icio.us account... which means I must have been suffering from "first fic in this fandom; a little embarrassed" syndrome.

Anyway, on rereading it, I'm not embarrassed except by the plot problems but they're fixed now. I wrote pr0n! Go me!

Title: The Alien Ritual Equivalent of Switzerland
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard with an unfortunate side of McKay/stinky priestess, but she's just there to make Rodney need to think about something other than the woman with the dildo.
Rating: NC-17, dear god yes.
Warnings: Um. Being tied up, pegging, hand-fetishizing, sex-by-proxy, wasp stings and slight dub-con issues. All that in only 1000 words.
Summary: "You must reach fruition," the (frankly, quite stoned) priestess had explained, after Rodney had said, yes, yes yes, fine, just give John the anti-histamines, already. "You must show that openness brings you joy."

No beta; all mistakes mine.

Obviously, I own nothing but my dirty, dirty mind.

Feedback fed strawberries and crepes.
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( Rodney only managed to get through the Prove-Your-Trustworthy-Nature ritual on M3X-889 by staring at John's hands. )