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Just so you know, this morning has been about 8 million hours long already. None of this 'it's not even 11' crap. IT'S ELEVEN AM, 2145 AD.

In light of this. So, okay, I've had a really bad case of writer's block for the past, oh, MONTH or so. But I am just that bored.

The first three people to give me a prompt, will get a drabble. (Hopefully. Ha...ha...)

So, um, give me a prompt? Please?

*expires from boredom*

SGA ficlet, Untitled, PG.

Right. So, um. "Drabble." aneli8 gave me a prompt: "John, Rodney, and The Incident On P36-969 That Didn't Make It Into The Mission Report"

Well, it's not QUITE the prompt, but it is. If that makes sense. Also, it's not quite a drabble. It's 2000 words. Un-betaed. Off the cuff, written at work.

I have never written SGA in my life, and never actually expected to, so I'm sorry. In advance.

( So, it went something like this: )

SGA, 3.12

( Stargate: Atlantis, 'Echoes' )