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This is crack fic, complete and utter crack fic and you don't know the hell I went through yesterday trying to write with Ewan McGregor standing over my shoulder whispering in my ear.
I'm so going to hell.
This is a cross between RPS and FPS and it will be continued.
He was never quite sure how it happened. One minute he’d been relaxing on his couch (the faux leather one that Jonny had called him a nancy boy for purchasing) chatting up Jude (or rather Jude was chatting him up, bitching about Sienna like that was anything new but since Jude’d had to listen to him bitch about… well everything it only seemed fair) and the next thing he knew he’d been lying on a very uncomfortable bed.
( Between Space & Time - Part 1 )
I'm so going to hell.
This is a cross between RPS and FPS and it will be continued.
He was never quite sure how it happened. One minute he’d been relaxing on his couch (the faux leather one that Jonny had called him a nancy boy for purchasing) chatting up Jude (or rather Jude was chatting him up, bitching about Sienna like that was anything new but since Jude’d had to listen to him bitch about… well everything it only seemed fair) and the next thing he knew he’d been lying on a very uncomfortable bed.
( Between Space & Time - Part 1 )
