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Angst
With a white-knuckled grip on the bloody armband, he left.
Fluff
"Don't look at me like that, go drive your... god, delorian."
UST
John couldn't help but dream about Rodney's big warm hands.
First time
"I mean, air force and... never? Ouch, don't hit me."
Hurt/comfort
"Shh, ok?" John whispered tasting blood with every kiss.
Death
"Coffee?" John asked, tossing the used lemon wedge away.
Smut
Fingers traced his lips stretched wide around Rodney's cock.
AU
Rodney wondered "You're working in Vegas and you're not a stripper?"
Humor
Redialing to Atantis, they tried avoiding looking at the 15foot penis statue.