hrm.

[lyssie]

Apparently boredom and brains at work make me snippy.

Mustnotsaymeanthings...

Although, here, yes.

Dear person who is all self-righteous about having spammed a list 26 times,

Yes. You are an idiot. See the little speck of lint on your screen? That is the world's smallest violin, playing for your little pity party.

*distracted* Hey. Potatoes.

Hrm. I should go finish breaking Sam's mind... Anyone writing fluff? Sam's been screwed, like, four times in the last few days. She needs some fluff right about now...

*shoves Jack at Sam* Go watch Small Potatoes.

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[mylittleredgirl.livejournal.com]

*shoves Jack at Sam* Go watch Small Potatoes.

eeeeeeeeeeee *shrieksqueakpoint*

It's metaShip. They are ALL SO CUTE!

Jack: "Huh. So... when Mulder was replaced by a double, he almost got laid."
Sam: "Yeah? What's your point?"
Jack: "When *I* was replaced by a double, you shot me."
Sam: "Heh. Yeah. But I was pretty sure it wasn't you."
Jack: "You weren't SURE?"
Sam: "Well... I had been drugged."
Jack: "You know, you could have shot me in the leg or something. Just in case."
Sam: "I saved the world and now you want to quibble about details?"
Jack: "Oh, yeah. Good job on that, by the way."
Sam: *giggles*
Jack: "More wine?"
Sam: "Yes, please."

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

*snickers*

Thank you. Sam is looking much happier. If not completely sane.

[mylittleredgirl.livejournal.com]

Anytime. I have my responsibilities as fluff fic wench to uphold, after all.

And she really will be happier, because they borrowed Teal'c's first-season DVDs to catch up on some episodes they missed while off saving the planet and they're both kinda fuzzy on wine (so, clearly, can't drive home) and all snuggled up together under a blanket. And they get to make fun of Scully's clothes. And he smells nice and is warm and stuff. So, happy Sam.

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

And Jack can mock Mulder every time he gets mind-sucked (it happens at least once)