Date: Wed, 22 Oct 2014 08:10:59 +0000
From: admin@fallenangelofdeathproductions.com
Subject: (Gay Celebrity) The Best Intentions Chapter Three

A/N: I do not own stargate or any related characters to the series this is
a work of complete fiction and I don't make any assumptions about the real
actors sexuality.


3:30 Am

A quiet pissed off know rocked my door. Clearly this wasn't a social call
as I got out of bed and flung on the nearest boxers I could find because
stupidly I had gone to sleep in only what god gave me. What a fool I was,
as I stumbled over to the door and swiped over the pad I found a red faced
Makay standing at my door tablet in hand and a beep rapidly emitting from
it. Oh crap! Was this because I had posted another chapter to the story
last night to the mainframe.

"You and I need to have a word NOW!" oh this wasn't going to be pleasant in
the slightest. Wordlessly Makay Stepped in took off his shoes and walked to
my desk. As I was reaching to close the door I managed to get a face full
of the wall near the door. The one wall I hand tried to make out with
*sigh*.

Makay stifled a giggle a giggle can you believe it a man like him
giggling. Well if you're going to die might as well leave them laughing.

3:46 Am

After 15 minutes of telling me off for writing a story on him and
Sheppard. Makay turned around and blatantly admitted that even though I
shouldn't have he was enjoying trying out the ways in which I detailed in
my stories of which him and Sheppard made love he would defiantly would
like to try someday.

With lightning fast reflexes he planted a passionate and violent kiss on my
lips. Oh God Yes! After the moment of being taken aback it was time to
return the kiss deep and forcefully back.

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Obsession this is what people had after tasting the sweet wine that was my
sorted and explicitly detailed story even if my kiss the other night ended
in me setting Mckay slightly on fire as I returned the kiss he planted. How
in the world the 1 candle I had in the room set him on fire I will never
know but now here I am 3 weeks later. stuck on the other pier with the
jammed door and this stupid slow ass pad I will never know,

I have no idea why I was made to fix this stupid relay nothing is in this
section of the city and people never come out this far. But now im stuck
and im writing contemplating writing a follow on chapter to my sorted
story.



3 hours later outer perimeter guard posting (overseen by Commander
Sheppard)

Sheppard hated these performance reviews with a passion especially these
ones in the outer piers of the city it was dead quiet and the guards he put
out here where the ones he didn't like. The night was going to drag as
these fools acted like perfect soldiers for their review. Shepard just
wished they would cut the act and sleep like they usually did so he could
go back and watch the football games that came from earth they had been
waiting for him all week.

As Shepard gave up he heard a muffled but audible " You Slow F***ing Pad
Just Save Already" behind a door with a blown controller on the wall. As he
made for the door the profanities kept flying like a sailor stubbed his toe
on a machete blade. taking the knife out of his pocket Sheppard jammed it
in the door and prised it open to revile one of the lab techs wet and
wondering around swarming at a clearly water logged pad. as he called out
to the person he tripped and sent the pad and everything on it hurtling
into the ocean.