August 20th, 2006

sexy Sawyer reading

Not my fault this time, people....

I was tagged by jd3000.

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 4 sentences on your LJ along with these instructions.
5. Don't you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.
6. Tag five people.


'Sure of that?' exclaimed the vicar. 'My dear Lord Peter, you were present at his funeral. You saw him buried yourself.'

'I saw his coffin buried,' said Wimsey mildly.

"The Undignified Melodrama of the Bone of Contention," from the Lord Peter collection by Dororthy L. Sayers

If you absolutely don't want to do this one, don't bother, but I am tagging: whitemartyr, mistraltoes, feliciakw, amberdulen, and astrogirl2.
siler <3 coffee

SG-1 fic: Self-Medication at Oh-Three-Hundred Hours

Author's Note: This is an epilogue to "Into The Fire," the third season premiere. I wrote it just after watching that episode for the first time, which means the rough draft of this fic sat in my notebook for at least a year and a half before I dragged it out and decided it was worth the time to revise and post. [Oh, and the icon I used on this post is because of the coffee reference, not Siler. Heh.]

As always, comments and critique welcome. I hope you enjoy it.

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