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He was confident that the NID had found the room when Dr. Fraiser handed him the pamphlet titled: "The Choking Game: The Deadly Trend Killing Our Teenagers."
"Sir, I'm your doctor. You know you can talk to me about anything," she said earnestly.
He didn't know what was creepier after that. The fact that she checked his neck for ligature marks as frequently as she shined that damned pen light in his eyes, or her suggestive assurance, after one too many mint juleps at the Fourth of July cookout, that, "If you ever needed any help…with anything…doctors have very strong hands."
Though he supposed he shouldn't be surprised that the medical staff might want to strangle him.
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What the HELL are you working on?
Three guesses...
Wouldn't you like to know?
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Seriously. What. The. Fuck.
(And I'm going to assume that that's Jack, but I'm not sure...)
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Does it make you feel any better to know that it will be TOTAL crack!fic?
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And as you well know, I'd read anything you write. Even Jack/Sam. *shudders*
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Hey, I did read that Jack/Sam->Jack/Sam/Daniel DEATHFIC of yours. There's a short list of authors who I'll read anything they write, even if it doesn't sound like something I'd like, and you're on it, darling.
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Though he supposed he shouldn't be surprised that the medical staff might want to strangle him.
Damn straight, Jack!!
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Or maybe that just says something about the state of my brain...