Update-y thing on life

So, the job has me working weekends.

Bleh.

But the pay is pretty good. And the same company has offered me work on a different project!

( the ups and downs of a contract-y type person )

While the new job (slated to start when this one finishes) would be good, I was hoping for a couple of weeks' break - specifically to hop across the Pacific to California, an enterprise which would take at least two weeks. I'd be back home in time for my birthday.

My mother thinks that my going on this trip is akin to giving a drunkard a bottle of wine.

Maybe I'm doing this to get away from her? Okay, so I'm not, but I might be!

I'll be late with my entry for the Teylaficathon, which, according to allisnow means I should be put in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds. Ow.

At the least, it means I'm not going to be reading the entry that was written for me until I have mine in. It wouldn't be right. *sighs*

Tonight is early bed night. For sure. I say that every night...

fic: Hunter Caught By The Prey [NC-17]

TITLE: Hunter Caught By The Prey
AUTHOR: seldear
SUMMARY: The hunter becomes the hunted and nowhere is safe.
WARNING: graffic secks
RATING: NC-17
NOTES: For the Teyla Ficathon. I think this one's a little odd. (As compared to, say, really peculiar.) Not sure where this story idea came from, but the person whose assignment I was writing only gave me relationship options, so I was forced to invent the scenario. Believe me, this option is better than the alternative, which was a weird 'the team-as-slaves' idea that's still bouncing around in my skull.

Hunter Caught By The Prey

It takes three shots from the tranquilliser gun to subdue Ronon.

( Teyla regrets the necessity. )