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I like my job, but I hate being at work when I could go home instead, when there's just not quite enough for me to do because the production cycle is cyclical and next week I'll be swamped. Actually, it's not a bad issue to have. So I'll suck it up.

More five things, just finishing them off:

For

annakarrennina, who wanted "5 things Aeryn will never tell John." (Although I've changed it slightly since then because it ended up being more like 6)

1. How many times, that first cycle, she wanted to contact Crais, wanted to go back to the life she knew. How easy it would have been to betray all of them, to accept her fate, even knowing what that meant. That she didn't because of Pilot and Moya, and not, until later, for him.

2. How little of what he says that they still understand. And how many times his babble translated into a come on to any of the various species they've run into. And how tempting it was, that one time, to let the Artian trader buy him. They'd have eaten off the profits for monens.

3. That it wasn't until D'Argo was almost two cycles, and looked at her with that adoration and curiosity and love and absolute trust, that she really accepted being a parent. And was glad for herself, as much as for all of them. She had a child to have a family, to have John, to make him her own, to have control of that choice when so much else was uncontrollable.

4. That she does not regret bringing Scorpius on board, even if she'll never quite forgive herself. Because it was better than the alternative and John was the one who'd taught her that kind of selfishness in the first place.

5. How many times, during that cycle when the clone was burrowing into his brain, that she stood outside his door, wrestling with decisions - to kill him, to frell him, to guard him with her life. How hard it sometimes is still, to not just stand outside as guardian, how hard it sometimes is to go in, and be part of that life, his life, their life. And that there are no longer any secrets between them. It's not something that needs to be said aloud.

6. (Bonus Round) That at first, and then - admittedly - later, she would look at the two of them, equal and identical and wish they'd just get the frell over it because EQUAL and IDENTICAL and both familiar with her body and that could have been really, really frelling fantastic. Except of course they wouldn't just get over it and while sex was a fabulous substitute for discussion in many parts of their relationship, she had a feeling that it was never going to work out in this case. But she regrets never saying, "Both of you shut up, take off your clothes and come over here." She never told him on Talyn that sometimes, she'd think of the other John, could see him near her, see the way that the three of them could have moved in tandem. It was never about choosing one over the other, although she supposes it's what she did. But it never felt like choice. It was only ever about John Crichton.

For

mesascaper, 5 things that make Cam smile

1. Getting up in the morning, getting out of bed, walking around. He still takes it for granted sometimes, but after a mission when he's got bounced into walls or doors, or when he's just gotten his ass kicked by Teal'c, he'll wake up the next morning, a little stiff, a little sore, will set on the edge of his bed, the dogtags resting against his chest, feet on the floor and just be really fucking glad to be there.

2. His team, particularly when they're in squabbling over-active preschooler mode, when Sam's excited and Jackson's incoherent and Vala's exuberant and Teal'c's riding herd on all of them without actually saying or doing anything. He's got a new definition of heroism, of duty and dedication and commitment and he's proud to be a part of this.

3. Putting his feet on the soil of a new planet. Cam was never one of those kids who had astronaut dreams. He wanted to fly, and he did, but his ambitions were limited to doing that and doing it well. Space. Aliens. Things beyond his heaven and earth? They never really came into play. But every week, he steps foot on an alien planet, and man, if he really doesn't have the best job on this or any other earth.

4. Women. Particularly the ones smarter than him. He loves his mom, his sister, aunts and grandmothers and the myriad other women that have come and gone in his life. When asked to choose, he's always chosen flight over flights of fantasy, over love. But these days, he wakes up to thoughts of Sam's smile and her fine mind and capability and he's a little in awe. He sees Vala in the mess scamming the airmen, stealing their deserts, sees her in the field, kicking her own kind of flamboyant ass, and he's just so damned pleased to know them. And he keeps the secret to himself of the ways he'd like to know them better. That's his, and his alone.

5. As it turns out, in the face of smoke and dust and loss and destruction, they do save the world. He's got a broken leg, probably one that won't ever heal right. Jackson's pale and bloody, Sam has a burn on her left side that looks nastier than anything he's seen in a while, and they've all lost next to everything. But Vala climbs on top of the rubble that used to be the Orii's stronghold, knowing that in the midst are people who used to believe in other things, in more earthly things, knowing that somewhere down there is the mortal remains of her immortal daughter. She stands on that mountain, hands on her hips, and looks back at him. "We didn't lose," she said, and there's finally wonder in her voice.

"Yeah," he says. "How 'bout that."

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these are wonderful, edged just as the characters are, and full of the truth of their lives. and i love aeryn's #2, heh! and ah, the bonus is just perfect.

yay for cameron's delightful perspective. and for how real #1 feels. and for how hopeful #5 is despite the consequences and losses that would be part of that victory.

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