Crack!fic, pure and simple. John gets injured in a delicate place and Rodney finds it punalicious.

OneShot. The black ink stained her fingers as the white around it dimmed.

OneShot. The day John discovered fart.

What about Jack O'Neill's life from the AU of The Last Man from season 4?

An unintended exploration of his own life leaves Radek Zelenka less certain of who he is.

Rodney has grown in the last couple of years. Just how much and who has noticed?

Sam and Teyla are trapped on a malfunctioning puddle jumper

OS. Quand Ronon, John et Rodney se retrouvent au mess en pleine nuit...

The first YOTS fic of the month! Elizabeth gets a little surprise in the morning.

Basically the title reads it all. Basically its a diffrent ending to the daedalus variation

Qué hacen John y Rodney cuando tienen ante sí a tantos clones?... one shot... espero que les guste...

Why John never tried to save Elizabeth

There were scars everywhere, but the newest one stood out, pink and still held together with stitches.

John and "Snacks" OC Helena take a one night vacation from life and it leads... Reading "Snacks" is not necessary but helpful. Definitely HET, non-explicit PWP, Shep/OC, with language. Quite a bit racier than "Snacks". AU series of what might be. R&R

You’ve broken my heart/But that’s so unlike you/I love you, forever/I hope you know that’s true. Sparky Poem

Nicht immer kommt mit der Post etwas Erfreuliches...

Ein Wraith, Kaffee und Kavanagh.

Tag to the episode "The Seed". John volunteers for the cure, but the results are rather unexpected.

Yesterday, today, tomorrow. Sparky.

John sighed. “If you haven’t noticed, I’m about one fry short of a happy meal.”

The dawn/I sit and I watch the dawn/I watch the souls of those who died/The souls of those who died for everyone. Sparky Poem.

Underneath the black sky I see your pain/Floating and flying like you’ll never again./The battles you’ve lost in, the wars that you’ve won/Collide in the dark, and I’ll never be done. Sparky poem.

I didn’t heed the irrefutable feelings in my heart. Too wrong, too – unprofessional. Too much like what I promised myself I’d never do. I’ve told it to others who approached me like you did. But I’ve never felt anything back. Not until now.

THis Month's last Installment of The Year Of The Spark. “Sleep now.” She said closing her eyes, her forehead resting against his."

John's not Starsky, Ronon's not Hutch, Rodney's not Huggy Bear.