It suddenly struck him: for two guys who were enthusiastically balling each other every night (and after lunch, when convenient) they certainly spent a lot of time talking about women.

Faustian bargains were so passé.

What’s that one, there, on your arm?//Oh, that’s a tattoo. I got it removed.

Elizabeth bit back a sigh. “Major Crilly, as you know, there have been some problems with your team in the past.”

AU. John is a priest, Rodney is sin, and I am so going to hell.

“The force is strong with this one.” Fantastic, but fantastically bleak. Incredible last line.

“This…is…cool,” he says. “Also, it kinda tickles.”

“Okay,” Rodney said. “So basically, you’re trapped in a crappy–oops, that’s redundant–a pornographic version of Pay it Forward. No sex is definitely not an option, so what can we do here?”

In paradise everybody’s happy forever.