#whitehairedxpip

[thefantasticdieci]

New Followers found the Doctor!

   —- “Yes, I know! I know it's cracked, but we need t'do this to climb inside the window-!”

[ofwormholes-blog]

"Please, just trust me, just this once."

John chews at his lip for a moment considering it, "Alright fine-" he held up a finger, "But frell this up and I will never trust you again, kapice?"

[aerynxsun-a]

(( And lo, a plague hits Moya...))

[ofwormholes-blog]

"I like your body."

"Thanks Pip," John snorted, "I'll keep that in mind." He didn't mention out loud how that really wasn't helping her get on D'Argo's good side.

[asteripyli-archive-blog]

What?! [ I'm so sorry ]

Cam bristled, but didn't scoot his chair back. For some reason, he'd trusted her to be uncuffed for the interview, even though he had no idea what she was capable of. She seemed harmless enough, if not a little, high strung. 

He gave her a look, almost amused, an eyebrow raised and one corner of his mouth tilted up, "Look, I'm sure you mean the best, but I'm afraid I'm here on official SGC business. Mind if I finish asking you my questions?"

[asteripyli-archive-blog]

"I like your body." [ whoops ]

"I suppose I should take that as a compliment, but you know, I'm really not sure.."

[ofwormholes-blog]

"It's still a rust bucket." Chiana responded, sitting down on the hood, and spreading her long legs apart. Hands resting between her thighs, she swung her feet a little, watching Crichton closely, her head occasionally tilting to one side. "Dargo is still ignoring me." Her brows furrowed, pursing her lips and looking down.

John let out a low sigh, shaking his head. It's okay baby don't listen to the mean grey girl, he thought towards his module. When she spoke up again, he raised and eyebrow, and gave a short shake of his head, "Not to be mean, Chi, but I'm not surprised.."

[ofwormholes-blog]

"Good." Chiana moved away from him, brushing her fingertips lazily along the broad expanse of his back, before clamoring up onto the front of the ship, peering down at John from her crouch. "You still working on this rust bucket?" She teased, rocking back on her heels, and giving a huff.

"Rust bucket?" John repeated, sounding more than a little bit offended, "What are you calling a rust bucket? This is cutting-edge technology, I'll have you know," he pointed a part of the wiring at her accusingly before looking over the whole thing, "Besides, I practically built this thing with my bare hands okay? Have some courtesy."