1Just a little poem that woke me up at three in the morning. So I thought I might as well post it.
Okaaaay, lesson in logical thinking. If you own Stargate, you're rich, if you're rich, you have money people can sue for. I don't own Stargate, so I have no money, and you can't sue me. Comprende?
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Just for a moment
She wasn't his boss
And he wasn't her chief scientist
Just for a moment
The self-erected walls
On both sides fell
Just for a moment
His arm was around her
Spreading a warm, comforting spell
Just for a moment
In the face of almost certain death
They let the other sense an inkling of what they felt
Just for a moment
They could drop all pretense
Exist in their own nightmarish fairy tale
Just for a moment
Though he was neither prince nor beast
And she no damsel in distress
Just for a moment
They could show what they wanted
For they know they might die
Just for a moment
They could be what they desired
Rodney and Elizabeth, more than just friends
But just for a moment
When the lights came on
The moment passed
While under the harsh, demanding glare of their captors
They resurrected the walls
Shut off the hope and need
And went back to work
Dr. McKay and Dr. Weir once more
A man and his boss
Nothing more
RANDOM NOTES
Yeah, I know, not the best piece on here. But at least compared to my brother's work, it was okay. And before all you John/Liz people jump down my throats, let me just say that there is no way Sheppard and Weir will get together. None. Nada. Zip. Zero. McWeir is so going to happen. So, this is a preemptive reality check.
You no, I've changed my mind. You can send me chainsaws if you really want to. Sorry, but I won't except the rusty kind; they'll be sent back.