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I want master criminal John/Rodney fic. With Rodney as the behind-the-scenes geek who occasionally has panic attacks when things go wrong - over the terribly nifty and futuristic headset radios they have - about what is going to be done to his ass when they get arrested because John insists on being showy and improvising when the plan was perfect to begin with... And John mocks him subtly (in between running, jumping, climbing trees) and - because such things are necessary in these fics - makes comments about how he didn't know Rodney cared, and Rodney of course snorts and says that he doesn't, in fact, care, but that's his next doctorate (or three) in diamonds that John is carrying and could John please remember that he, Rodney, is the one with the brains in this relationship.

And then they have sex.



... for the record I am submerging myself quite so deeply in this fantasy because my creative juices are either a) blocked at the source or b) dried up completely, I am thoroughly miserable for a variety of different reasons, I want to curl up in my bed for the rest of the year and pretend that the world doesn't exist, I can't top up my mobile phone and therefore send pathetic texts every which way, and my computer - which Dell promised faithfully would be delivered today, just as they did on Thursday and Friday - still hasn't bloody come.

But I'm fine. Really.