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fandomhighdorms2005-09-17 10:25 am
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Best-Laid Plans
John Crichton lay, snoringly unconscious on Liz Weir's bed in the now-joint room of #239/240.
Sam Carter regarded him with a grimace. This presented a problem. Jack had arranged for a party to happen in the newly-unified rooms, and John Crichton's drugged presence was not a good sign.
She was going to have to move him. And fast.
"What did Sergeant Mastoten say about the best-laid plans never surviving the first engagement with the enemy?" Sam muttered to herself.
Sam Carter regarded him with a grimace. This presented a problem. Jack had arranged for a party to happen in the newly-unified rooms, and John Crichton's drugged presence was not a good sign.
She was going to have to move him. And fast.
"What did Sergeant Mastoten say about the best-laid plans never surviving the first engagement with the enemy?" Sam muttered to herself.
no subject
*grins a lot*
I like the way you think, Carter...
*heads for bathroom*