Best-Laid Plans

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

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.

Comments

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

::sees Parkers door, looks carefully to make sure no one's around, and knocks carefully::

Um... hello? Is this where the secret revenge is happening? Cause... I want to help.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

*opens door and hauls Cally in*

Cally! Good, you're here!

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

::giggles a little::

I found it. Phew. I was worried for a bit there...

...what are we doing?

[aka-vala.livejournal.com]

Keeping shiver-boy here from wiggling too much. Lend a hand?

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

::reaches into back pocket, sticking out her tongue::

::produces a pair of handcuffs, blushing a little::

These help?

[aka-vala.livejournal.com]

*grins*

As long as you've got the keys...

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

::smiles while biting lower lip, reaches into her shirt and produces a key::

Yep. Right here.

::thinks It worked! Pretend to have bizzare fetishes, and people like you!::

[aka-vala.livejournal.com]

Get his hands quick. Zero's got his feet, and Carter and Phoebe look about ready to set up...

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

::being a nice girl, Cally puts the handcuffs on John tight enough to restrain, but loose enough he doesn't cut his wrists on them, leaving his hands together above his head::

::and just because because she can, she pokes him in the forehead::

Done and done. What's next?