So I think as far as written Stargate goes, we are in nowhere land, unless my brain cooks up some happy sex. Now if I could just get them to quit writing utter and completely hideous bad!fic in my brain... And no. No, no, no. Not. So quit looking at me like that, you two. No.

*makes happy cooing noises, refrains from curling round your leg and whispering encouragements softly*

I'm not looking at you!!! Um, much.