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"You want to—OK, fine. Whatever."
"What?"
"Nothing, nothing—ignore me, really."
"No, seriously, what?"
"No, it's nothing."
"Look, will you just tell me what's wrong."
"No, really—I mean, I'm all in favor of people making their own choices and doing what makes them happy, and if it will make you happy to go down in history as the stupidest person in two universes, then by all means, go right ahead and do that."
"..."
Please: remind me that I am already busy, with school-shaped things and other writing projects and figuring out my study abroad and hopefully soon having a job, to start writing another epic.
Even if that epic is the story about the team going to an alternate universe, one where Rodney McKay is actually Rachael McKay (or some other, less awful, girl's name beginning with an R), Jeannie McKay's sister, who's just as smart as Rodney, and just as evil, but much more passive-agressive about it, and a little more self-contained. They have witty banter! (and possibly also sex, oh god, somebody stop me before I write this! I'm begging you...)
...
They stepped through the wormhole, and right away, John knew something was wrong. Going through the gate never felt like anything, but somehow, this still felt different. John wasn't fond of different, personally—in the Pegasus galaxy, it usually meant dangerous, or impossible, or embarrassing, or all three.
The other clue that something was wrong was the woman who met them on the other side of the gate, the woman who stared at them with wide blue eyes.
Well, and the carbon copy of himself, standing next to her, gun at the ready.
"Jeannie?" Rodney, next to him, had clearly also figured out that something was wrong—he was pale, and looked severely freaked out.
"What? No, Jeannie's my sister," she said, frowning. "Who the hell are you?"
"Wait, what? Oh—oh, no," Rodney said, "no, no, no. Jeannie's my sister, and I'm Rodney McKay, and you're—"
"Rachael McKay," she said, interrupting him, shaking her head. "Damn. Well, I always wondered what I'd look like if I'd been a man."
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...this icon has never been more apropriate.
"What?"
"Nothing, nothing—ignore me, really."
"No, seriously, what?"
"No, it's nothing."
"Look, will you just tell me what's wrong."
"No, really—I mean, I'm all in favor of people making their own choices and doing what makes them happy, and if it will make you happy to go down in history as the stupidest person in two universes, then by all means, go right ahead and do that."
"..."
Please: remind me that I am already busy, with school-shaped things and other writing projects and figuring out my study abroad and hopefully soon having a job, to start writing another epic.
Even if that epic is the story about the team going to an alternate universe, one where Rodney McKay is actually Rachael McKay (or some other, less awful, girl's name beginning with an R), Jeannie McKay's sister, who's just as smart as Rodney, and just as evil, but much more passive-agressive about it, and a little more self-contained. They have witty banter! (and possibly also sex, oh god, somebody stop me before I write this! I'm begging you...)
...
They stepped through the wormhole, and right away, John knew something was wrong. Going through the gate never felt like anything, but somehow, this still felt different. John wasn't fond of different, personally—in the Pegasus galaxy, it usually meant dangerous, or impossible, or embarrassing, or all three.
The other clue that something was wrong was the woman who met them on the other side of the gate, the woman who stared at them with wide blue eyes.
Well, and the carbon copy of himself, standing next to her, gun at the ready.
"Jeannie?" Rodney, next to him, had clearly also figured out that something was wrong—he was pale, and looked severely freaked out.
"What? No, Jeannie's my sister," she said, frowning. "Who the hell are you?"
"Wait, what? Oh—oh, no," Rodney said, "no, no, no. Jeannie's my sister, and I'm Rodney McKay, and you're—"
"Rachael McKay," she said, interrupting him, shaking her head. "Damn. Well, I always wondered what I'd look like if I'd been a man."
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...this icon has never been more apropriate.