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After John's ignominious departure from the Air Force he rents a beach cottage in Oregon, a quiet place to work on his PTSD and figure out what's next in his life. But after he finds a journal left by the previous occupant, John develops an irrational connection to Rodney McKay. When Rodney shows up on his doorstep after having been missing for two years and dealing with his own trauma, can they co-exist at the cottage?
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30 Nov 2021
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Puddlejumpers had been in business for three long years. John had chosen a small town to work in because he wanted to be able to work at his own pace once he left the military. He was easy-going and he'd learned to like the smaller towns when he was travelling with his folks. His dad had been a colonel in the Air Force and they'd moved around a lot. It had given him an idea of what he wanted, the life he was interested in having, so he'd picked a little town within a couple hours drive of a major airport and let it go at that.
He hadn't expected competition.
It made sense, sure, that there was another florist at the place, and one in the town over, but there was competition and then there was competition, bitter, biting challenges and stealing customers. McKay's was a picky, haute couture sort of flower store, and his assistant was a huge burly man with dreadlocks and a glower that was worse than McKay's stare.
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25 Nov 2021
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While Eliot and Hardison are on a job in the woods, Eliot gets badly injured. Now with bad guys on their tail, Hardison needs to step up, or they're both as good as dead. Damn, Hardison hated outside. Hardison/Eliot brotherly friendship. Hurt/Comfort. Eliot whump
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07 Oct 2021
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5 Things John Sheppard Keeps In His Tac Vest (And One He Doesn't) by LogicGunn
Fandoms: Stargate Atlantis
05 Oct 2021
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Rodney’s first off-world anaphylactic event is a fucking doozy.
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05 Oct 2021
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Eliot felt drunk.
And not in a good way.
His limbs were both heavier and lighter than normal, and it felt like his brain was processing things a second too slowly. Like the world was coming at him through a fun house mirror. Distorted. Warped. Incomplete.
He knew this feeling—the lack of control, the foggy confusion. He had a name for it, somewhere, but the details buzzed just out of his reach.
"My drink..." he croaked, but Nate's voice kept going over the com and Eliot knew he hadn't heard.
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28 Sep 2021