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Sublimation

Sequel to one of the other ones that isn’t Allotropy because that one is next.




An Inexplicable Occurence of Tentacles

There are a lot of things John hates about his job. He hates the Wraith. He hates the Replicators. He hates losing people. He hates it when villagers who have only just worked their way up to inventing gunpowder shoot at his team. He hates turning into a giant scaly insect. (It hasn’t happened again–yet–but John is nothing if not a pessimist when it comes to turning into giant scaly insects.) But most of all, John hates debriefing Major Bryar’s gate team.*




Solvation

It’s possible, maybe, that the whole thing is Brendon’s fault.* Follows Supersaturation.




Spencer Never Sees It Coming

Spencer doesn’t like Ryan’s new boyfriend very much.*




Enthalpy

Dimensions splintered out in countless permutations, Frank knew this.* Companion to Solvation.




Supersaturation

Rodney is sort of angered beyond all possible comprehension at the new batch of scientists.*




Allotropy

Follows Sublimation. Alex is totally afraid of aliens.*




It Takes a Village

Atlantis! Boys! Shenanigans! Wraith! Angst!*




Entropy

So he knows it is a quantum mirror.* Follows Supersaturation, Solvations, and Enthalpy.




Lines of Communication

Bob finds out what Ronon does for a living.* Follows Along the Wire and Heavy Connection.




Heavy Connection

Bob meets Ronon in an emergency room in Colorado. That fact…yeah, says something about the both of them when you consider that it was a tragic accident involving a sander, some duct tape, and one of Gerard’s shoes that landed Bob there, while Ronon was hit by a fucking bus and is still conscious.*




Along the Wire

Bob might not remember why he decided to try to out-hardcore someone who was hit by a bus and remained conscious, but he’s totally invested in it now. And if Ronon just thought about it, he’d see just how badass Bob totally is. *




Step Eight

Mikey came awake to the buzzing of his pelvis and the annoyed realization that he’d clearly fallen asleep on his phone. He pulled it up, peered at the screen and noticed the time first. Three oh seven. Normally, that would have been enough for Mikey to just turn over and go back to sleep, figure he could deal with it in the morning, but there was only one number in the world that could bypass Mikey’s block on unidentified callers. Mikey pressed talk. “Ronon?”*