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  <title>Browncoat Gater</title>
  <subtitle>Jessy</subtitle>
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    <name>Jessy</name>
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  <updated>2009-04-17T00:55:54Z</updated>
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    <title>Another Try - Jack/Sam</title>
    <published>2009-04-17T00:55:54Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-17T00:55:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;lj-embed id="37" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/browncoatgater/video/NSRTtNCj/browncoat-gater-another-try-tv-video/"&gt;Another Try - Browncoat Gater&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Jack/Sam vid</content>
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    <title>Stargate Special Ops</title>
    <published>2009-03-17T23:22:38Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-24T01:33:55Z</updated>
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    <title>Stargate Atlantis: The Lost Season RPG, Taking Applications</title>
    <published>2009-01-18T20:47:19Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-18T20:47:19Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Many Canon roles still available. Original Characters welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check us out at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://z10.invisionfree.com/SGAThe_Lost_Season/index.php"&gt;http://z10.invisionfree.com/SGAThe_Lost_Season/index.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Official Stargate Special Ops Member</title>
    <published>2008-12-16T00:46:15Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-16T00:46:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://stargate.mgm.com/specialops/link.php?link=35&amp;amp;id=8234"&gt;&lt;font color="#dd7537"&gt;http://stargate.mgm.com/specialops/link.php?link=35&amp;amp;id=8234&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://stargate.mgm.com/specialops/link.php?link=35&amp;amp;id=8234"&gt;&lt;font color="#dd7537"&gt;http://stargate.mgm.com/specialops/link.php?link=35&amp;amp;id=8234&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://stargate.mgm.com/specialops/link.php?link=35&amp;amp;id=8234"&gt;&lt;font color="#dd7537"&gt;http://stargate.mgm.com/specialops/link.php?link=35&amp;amp;id=8234&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:browncoatgater:12155</id>
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    <title>Stargate Extras</title>
    <published>2008-11-24T17:12:19Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-24T17:12:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://stargate.mgm.com/specialops/link.php?link=32&amp;amp;id=8234"&gt;http://stargate.mgm.com/specialops/link.php?link=32&amp;amp;id=8234&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://stargate.mgm.com/specialops/link.php?link=32&amp;amp;id=8234"&gt;http://stargate.mgm.com/specialops/link.php?link=32&amp;amp;id=8234&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://stargate.mgm.com/specialops/link.php?link=32&amp;amp;id=8234"&gt;http://stargate.mgm.com/specialops/link.php?link=32&amp;amp;id=8234&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:browncoatgater:11994</id>
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    <title>Stargate Special Ops - ZPM Points</title>
    <published>2008-11-15T02:46:03Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-15T02:46:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;Don't mind me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://stargate.mgm.com/specialops/link.php?urlid=32&amp;amp;id=8234"&gt;http://stargate.mgm.com/specialops/link.php?urlid=32&amp;amp;id=8234&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://stargate.mgm.com/specialops/link.php?urlid=33&amp;amp;id=8234"&gt;http://stargate.mgm.com/specialops/link.php?urlid=33&amp;amp;id=8234&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:browncoatgater:11742</id>
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    <title>Best of 2008</title>
    <published>2008-11-14T02:05:26Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-14T02:05:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;Time to vote for the best tv show of 2008, Stargate Atlantis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tv.com/best-of-2008/genre/index.html?page=6"&gt;http://www.tv.com/best-of-2008/genre/index.html?page=6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vote now, vote as many times as you heart desires.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:browncoatgater:11507</id>
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    <title>Indecisions --- (Bearing the Burdens Ch. 13)</title>
    <published>2008-05-14T03:34:31Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-14T03:34:31Z</updated>
    <category term="mckay"/>
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    <content type="html">Title: Indecisions&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: Stargate Atlantis &lt;br /&gt;Rating:&amp;nbsp;PG (Language)&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: McKay/Cadman&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Post-Sunday to just Pre-First Strike&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer:&amp;nbsp;Stargate and its characters belong to MGM.&lt;br /&gt;Author's Notes:&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Okay again sorry it took me so long to get this up but like I mention previously My storyline went ant turned completely around from what had been. This chapter isn't quite as long as the others but eh....I figured it would be better in two parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Indecisions......."&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I can’t believe I agreed to this. It is a complete waste of time!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dr. Radek Zelenka jumped at his colleague’s unexpected outburst. He looked up to see Rodney McKay once again pacing across the small room. “Ne zas…”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“How can they expect me to just sit here doing something as pointless as personnel evaluations?” Rodney stopped long enough to glance back. “I mean really what was I thinking and what is taking them so long?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Radek couldn’t help but shake his head as he watched his friend return to his pacing. This wasn’t the first time he’d heard this so he was pretty sure he knew exactly where this conversation was going. “Rodney, you had to know this wasn’t going to be an easy decision for them. After all there are factors that they have to consider and…”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Yes, yes. I’ve already heard all that before” Rodney pivoted around, pointing a finger toward the other man. “You know who’s fault this really is don’t you? Its hers.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Who….Lieutenant Cadman?” Not that he really needed to ask but the question came out before he could stop it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Who the hell else would I be talking about? Yes, Cadman.” There was an extra hint of irritation in his voice as snapped back. Rodney knew he was being more than a little brash with the man but seriously what kind of stupid question was that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Well last I knew it takes two…”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Oh God no!” Rodney held up his hand to as he quickly cut in. “The last thing I need right now are you views on the facts of life. I doubt that is something I‘ll ever be able to take.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Fine.” Reaching up, Radek closed his laptop. There was no way he was going to be able to get his own staff’s evaluations done here anyways at least not until Rodney got whatever it was off his chest. “What then, why is it her fault?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“She made me come back.” The laughter that followed the statement only served to irritate Rodney further. “Oh what?!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Nothing…” Taking a moment to compose himself, Radek continued, “Its just in the time that I’ve known you McKay, no one has been able to &lt;i&gt;make&lt;/i&gt; you do anything. I always wondered what it would take for you to be whipped.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“ I am not…!” Rodney left the sentence unfinished as new fits of laughter filled the room. With a glare he unplugged his tablet pc and stormed out of the room with it tucked under his arm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://browncoatgater.livejournal.com/7845.html#cutid2"&gt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;Previous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://browncoatgater.livejournal.com/7845.html#cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:browncoatgater:11198</id>
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    <title>SGA -- Trying to Find Atlantis</title>
    <published>2008-05-12T18:57:51Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-12T18:57:51Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;lj-embed id="34" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I think this is the last of my vids.....for now.......</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:browncoatgater:10765</id>
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    <title>SGA -- Save Me</title>
    <published>2008-05-11T16:32:56Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-11T16:32:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;lj-embed id="33" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Yeah another old one....</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:browncoatgater:10611</id>
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    <title>SGA -- Carson Beckett Funeral</title>
    <published>2008-05-09T17:03:16Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-09T17:03:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;lj-embed id="32" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've holded off putting this one back up for lng enough....</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:browncoatgater:10474</id>
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    <title>Firefly -- Wish I Didn't Know Now</title>
    <published>2008-05-09T16:51:46Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-09T16:51:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;lj-embed id="31" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost done with Firefly....</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:browncoatgater:10109</id>
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    <title>Firefly -- If Tomorrow Never Comes</title>
    <published>2008-05-09T06:39:34Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-09T06:39:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;lj-embed id="30" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh huh</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:browncoatgater:9782</id>
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    <title>Firefly -- Sombody Help Me</title>
    <published>2008-05-09T06:03:03Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-09T06:03:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;lj-embed id="29" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep...</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:browncoatgater:9693</id>
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    <title>Firefly -- I'm Movin' On</title>
    <published>2008-05-09T05:54:44Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-09T05:54:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;lj-embed id="28" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep another FIrefly one...</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:browncoatgater:9305</id>
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    <title>Firefly -- Standing Outside The Fire</title>
    <published>2008-05-09T05:39:32Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-09T05:39:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;lj-embed id="27" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first fanvid I ever made...</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:browncoatgater:9179</id>
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    <title>Farscape -- Remember When</title>
    <published>2008-05-09T05:06:54Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-09T05:06:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;lj-embed id="26" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I just realized that I never finished posting my vids.....</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:browncoatgater:8821</id>
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    <title>McKadman Fanfic Update (Sorry not a new chapter)</title>
    <published>2008-02-29T05:31:16Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-29T05:31:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;For all those who have asked for more and been wondering when its coming I just wanted to drop a little note explain why I seem to have disappeared. For starters even before posting Chapter 12, I was having a major case of writers block and then came the holidays so I was working some really weird hours so in turn had little time to write. Since the beginning of this new year I have been trying to get back on track but the path I was starting down has recently done a 180 and is now going a completely different direction. (One I hope will be enjoyable.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank everyone for there kind comments and continued support. If you'll all just bare with me and my loopy mind for a while longer I hope to get a new chapter up as soon as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessy&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>One More Day -- Sparky</title>
    <published>2008-01-01T05:08:07Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-01T05:08:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;lj-embed id="25" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My latest Sheppard/Weir vid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contains Season 4 Spoilers</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:browncoatgater:8434</id>
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    <title>Squirt - The 13 Pound Goofball</title>
    <published>2007-09-22T07:54:49Z</published>
    <updated>2007-09-22T07:54:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;lj-embed id="24" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I got a little  bored and decided to pull som pics off my camera</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:browncoatgater:8112</id>
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    <title>Atlatis Sexyback</title>
    <published>2007-08-28T08:15:47Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-28T08:15:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;lj-embed id="23" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another song a friend thought I should do a vid to.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:browncoatgater:7845</id>
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    <title>Chapter 12 ---(Bearing the Burdens Ch. 12)</title>
    <published>2007-08-24T04:00:49Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-14T03:37:49Z</updated>
    <category term="mckay"/>
    <category term="cadman"/>
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    <content type="html">Title: As of this moment....Chapter 12&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: Stargate Atlantis &lt;br /&gt;Rating:&amp;nbsp;PG (Might be some language but I don't remember)&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: McKay/Cadman&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Contain Season 3 spoilers (especially for "Sunday").&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer:&amp;nbsp;Stargate and its characters belong to MGM.&lt;br /&gt;Author's Notes:&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;I had this part about half done when I posted the last one. I haven't been able to&amp;nbsp;think of a creative title so I'm gone generic for the time being. If anyone has any suggestions let me know. Next part currently in the works.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Links to Chapters 1 through 11"&gt;Follows &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/mckay_cadman/37498.html"&gt;Bearing the Burden&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;, &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/mckay_cadman/38383.html?#cutid1"&gt;Facing the Feelings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt; , &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/mckay_cadman/38635.html"&gt;Expecting the Unexpected&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt; , &lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/mckay_cadman/39214.html#cutid1"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;Requesting the Return&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt; , &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/mckay_cadman/39528.html#cutid1"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;Awaiting the Inevitable&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt; , &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/mckay_cadman/40120.html?#cutid1"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;Telling the Truth&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/mckay_cadman/40327.html#cutid1"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;Ignis Fatuus&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/mckay_cadman/40878.html#cutid1"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;Bad Nights&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://browncoatgater.livejournal.com/3534.html"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;Wide Awakenings&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&amp;nbsp;, &lt;a href="http://browncoatgater.livejournal.com/6470.html"&gt;Conflicts&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and &lt;a href="http://browncoatgater.livejournal.com/7240.html#cutid1"&gt;Secrets Revealed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Chapter 12..."&gt;“No, absolutely not. There is no way the IOA will ever agree to this.” Richard Woolsey just about jumped out of his chair. “This is a scientific expedition to find new ways and technology to protect Earth. Atlantis is not some sort of settlement to preserve mankind, children have no place there.”&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Mr. Woolsey, please.” This meeting was not going as well as she would have liked and it was hard but Elizabeth managed to keep a calm and cool exterior. “It’s true Atlantis is our best chance for scientific advancement at the moment, but it is ridiculous to say that it is no place for children. It in itself is a massive city. The Ancients worked and lived in their city-ships for centuries so I would say it is pretty safe to assume that included families &lt;i&gt;with&lt;/i&gt; children.”&lt;p&gt;“And don’t forget about the Athosians.” John added. “We had those kids scurrying around for months before we discovered the mainland.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“An excellent example to my point, Colonel.” Richard flipped through the rather large file in front of him. “It was one of the Athosian children that released a dangerous energy being…”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Well yeah, but this is one incident we’re talking about.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Yes Colonel, one incident.” Woolsey’s voice rose as he cut back in, “One that could have very well ended with the destruction of Atlantis and the death of every member of the expedition.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Oh, come on…” Rodney scoffed. He couldn’t make himself sit back and be quiet any longer. “We take that risk everyday. Every time we turn on some new piece of equipment we could be potentially causing our own destruction.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“That is my point, Dr. McKay.” Richard turned his head to look at him. “With so much we don’t know, the last we need is some child running around and playing with equipment that even your scientists don’t understand.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“&lt;i&gt;Some child&lt;/i&gt;…” Rodney started to stand but stopped when John stuck out an arm to keep him seated. General Landry had already warned him a couple of times to settle down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Give me a break.” John kept his hand on Rodney’s chest but was starting to find it hard to stop himself from hitting Woolsey. When he was sure Rodney wasn’t going anywhere he returned his hand to the table. “You are acting as if we are going to let them run around unsupervised.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Well that’s another part of my argument.” Richard leaned forward in his seat. “This child’s parents are both assigned to serve on off-world teams. And while I’m sure Lt. Cadman will be required to take some time off, what happens after that? What happens when she is ready to go back to work? Who will take care of this child then?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before John could move, Rodney was out of his seat and moving around the table, “I don’t know who you think you are, but I’ll…!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Dr. McKay!” General Landry’s voice cut through the room causing Rodney to freeze. “I am done warning you so it is time for you to leave. Now!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rodney looked at the general and then to Elizabeth. The look on her face was enough to tell him he had stepped over that fine line again. Grumbling to himself he turned and headed out of the SGC briefing room.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;General Landry waited for the door to close before continuing the meeting. Looking at Richard he managed to keep the tension out of his voice, “Mr. Woolsey, I do not believe that it is appropriate to call into question Lt. Cadman and Dr. McKay’s parental skills before they have a chance to exhibit them. Also I’m sure if given the opportunity a suitable arrangement could be made concerning their work assignments, but the truth is you make a good argument.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shifting his attention, the general addressed Elizabeth and John, “While I’m sure everything that can be done to insure a child’s safety would be done, the fact still remains that Atlantis can be a dangerous place even for adults.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“General, I’m not saying that Atlantis could ever be childproof. We can’t even Rodney-proof it.” Elizabeth let out a short laugh before looking to Woolsey as she continued, “When it comes to the welfare of Lt. Cadman and Dr. McKay’s child, there are more than enough capable adult who are willing to watch over and protect him. No matter what there will always be someone there who will take care of this child.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I understand what you are saying, Dr. Weir.” Richard tried to get a word in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Do you? Because I doubt that.” She wasn’t about to let him interrupt her, ‘”Now we can argue over the dangers of Atlantis until we are blue in the face, but that it is not the real issue here, is it?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“This isn’t about Lt. Cadman and Dr. McKay’s child specifically. The IOA is concerned with what might happen down the road.” Elizabeth was tired of tiptoeing around the underlying issue. “They are afraid that if they agree to this, that if they make this one exception, sooner or later they may have to extend it.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“That may very well be the case, Doctor.” General Landry couldn’t help but admire how hard the expedition leader was fighting for this. “I can’t speak for the IOA, but the US military doesn’t make a habit of placing pregnant officers into hazardous situations.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“However…” The general held up a hand to forestall the objection he saw on Elizabeth’s lips, “However with the threat the Ori are posing to this galaxy, I’m not entirely convinced Earth would be any safer than Atlantis which I’m sure Dr. Weir was just about to point out. I will explain this to Washington, but in the end the decision is theirs to make.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Thank you, General.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;hr width="100%" noshade="noshade" size="1" /&gt;“Come on.” &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Laura looked up from her barely picked over meal tray and gave the man standing beside the table a confused look. “What?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I said come on.” Rodney reach out to grab her tray.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Laura held the tray keeping him from taking it, “Aren’t you suppose to be down in…?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Yeah, yeah. Landry kicked me out.” Rodney stated in an annoyed tone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Kicked you out…? Then in her best southern belle voice, she teased him, “Why, Dr. McKay, you would happen to have been defending the honor of little ol’ me?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Oh, hardly. There’d have to be something worth defending.” Finally managing to pick up the tray, Rodney looked down at her, “Can we go?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Laura smirked, “That depends. Where are we going?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“You’ll find out when we get there.” Rodney waited for her stand before he started moving. “Oh, but we need to make a quick stop somewhere else first.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Walking beside him she grinned, “I think I’m going to regret this.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rodney glanced at her meal tray in his hands for moment before sliding it onto the dirty dish cart. Shaking his head he smirked, “No, you’re going to regret not eating this when you had the chance.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://browncoatgater.livejournal.com/7240.html#cutid1"&gt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt; &lt;u&gt;Previous&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://browncoatgater.livejournal.com/11507.html#cutid1"&gt;Next&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;</content>
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    <title>Spam and Atlantis, Who Would Have Thought It?</title>
    <published>2007-08-23T17:35:38Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-23T17:35:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Umm okay, this isn't really important or anything but I found it funny. This afternoon I was scanning through my Yahoo Bulk Folder for any emails that that may have been falsely accused and this spam email caught my I. Not for what it was for because I could care less (its spam for crying out loud), but it was the sender's name that was more interesting to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="100%" border="0" class="tbldata"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr class="msgnew"&gt;&lt;td&gt;Miller, Caleb&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#003399"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Your Mortage Approval. Thu, 23 Aug 2007 06:53:17 -0500&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For anyone who doesn't know why this is so funny to me, Caleb Miller is the name of Dr. Rodney McKay's brother-in-law on Stargate Atlantis.</content>
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    <title>Secrets Revealed --- (Bearing the Burdens Ch. 11)</title>
    <published>2007-08-15T07:33:21Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-24T04:08:15Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;Title: Secrets Revealed&lt;br /&gt;Fandom: Stargate Atlantis &lt;br /&gt;Rating:&amp;nbsp;R&lt;br /&gt;Pairing: McKay/Cadman&lt;br /&gt;Summary: Contain Season 3 spoilers (especially for "Sunday").&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer:&amp;nbsp;Stargate and its characters belong to MGM.&lt;br /&gt;Author's Notes:&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Had an inspiration....Went with it.....Sorry.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Follows &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/mckay_cadman/37498.html"&gt;Bearing the Burden&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;, &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/mckay_cadman/38383.html?#cutid1"&gt;Facing the Feelings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt; , &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/mckay_cadman/38635.html"&gt;Expecting the Unexpected&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt; , &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/mckay_cadman/39214.html#cutid1"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;Requesting the Return&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt; , &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/mckay_cadman/39528.html#cutid1"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;Awaiting the Inevitable&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt; , &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/mckay_cadman/40120.html?#cutid1"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;Telling the Truth&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/mckay_cadman/40327.html#cutid1"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;Ignis Fatuus&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.livejournal.com/mckay_cadman/40878.html#cutid1"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;Bad Nights&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&amp;nbsp;, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;a href="http://browncoatgater.livejournal.com/3534.html"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;Wide Awakenings&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://browncoatgater.livejournal.com/6470.html"&gt;Conflicts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Chapter 11 - Secrets Revealed"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana"&gt;“You are out of you’re mind, you know that!” &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“And you need to learn how to knock.” Laura finished tying her boots before standing to face her uninvited guest. “Its not very gentlemanly to barge into a woman’s room. Who’s to say I was even decent.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Oh, ha ha. I think it is a little late to be concerned about propriety.” Rodney pushed back the images that threatened to distract him. “And stop trying to change the subject.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“What subject would that be?” Turning away, Laura headed toward her bathroom with an extra sway in her step. She knew exactly what he was going on about. It had only been a matter of time before he would have heard that Dr. Keller was returning her to active duty.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Don’t give me that.“ Rodney watched as she disappeared into the other room. If he didn’t know any better he could have sworn she taunting him with that walk. Shaking off the thought, he forced himself to focus, “You know what I’m talking about and I just came to tell you that you’re not going.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The silence that fell over both rooms made Rodney uneasy, but not as uneasy as the unexpected smile Laura had on her face as she emerged from the bathroom. Instead of yelling at him like he expected, he watched as she simply began to brush her hair. “I said I’m not letting you go. Letting you go off world that is.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I heard you the first time.” Looking up at him, Laura set the brush down on the night table next to her bed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“And? Well?” Rodney shifted uncomfortably, “Aren’t you going to say anything?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Why? What’s there to say?” Laura moved to stand in front of him and couldn’t help a smirk as he visibly tensed but didn’t back away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Um…well to be honest,” He had come prepared for another fight so this sudden twist had him a little turned around. Letting out a breathe, Rodney got a small smile on his face. “I thought you’d be mad.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Without warning, Laura smacked him upside the head before stepping past him to grab her jacket off the chair behind him.. “I am mad, you moron. Who the hell do you think you are?!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“For starters, you’re pregnant!” Turning around, Rodney crossed his arms. “And I am not about to allow you to put MY child in danger!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Well, its nice to you’re concerned about my well-being.” The sarcastic undertone of the statement was unmistakable. “I suppose you expect the stork to delivery this baby.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Oh yes, make jokes because that always helps.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Well for one, teams have been going to this planet for almost a year without incident…” Turning back to face him, Laura zipped up her jacket. “And two, I don’t even know if I’ll be allowed to go on this assignment.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Just because nothing has happened…wait…what…?” Rodney paused for a moment. “Not allowed…why wouldn’t you be allowed?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Well like you said McKay, I’m pregnant. And that is exactly what I intend to tell Colonel Sheppard and Dr. Weir before the mission briefing that is scheduled to begin in an hour.” Turning Laura moved toward the door and out of her quarters.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Laura, wait.” Rodney followed after her. When he got out into the hallway he moved quickly to try and catch up with her but the pace she had set was making that very difficult. “Come on Cadman, will you wait up?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Entering the nearest transport station, Laura turned around to see Rodney slip in just before the doors closed. Letting out a sigh, she reached for the control screen. “Shouldn’t you be getting back to your lab? I mean aren’t you worried one of those other geniuses you have holed up down there is gonna screw up and kill us all?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Of course I am, but that’s not important right know.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Laura’s hand stopped before it could touch the screen. Giving him a small smirk, she teased. “You feeling okay, McKay? Maybe Keller should have a look at you.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Oh great, now you’re back to making jokes.” Rodney grimaced as he folded his arms.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Well someone’s wound a little tight. Never mind the infirmary Rodney, maybe you need to take a vacation.” Laura smiled. “Go to the mainland and you know get a little sun…”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Are you about finished?” Rodney cut her off. Not really eager to hear her answer, he pushed her hand aside and tapped the dot on the transport screen that would take them to the Control Tower. As the door slid open he looked at Laura, “Just let me handle this.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Handle what?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rodney’s head snapped toward the open door to see the smiling face of John Sheppard. He didn’t even have to looked to know that the woman beside him was practically laughing at him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“You guys okay?” The colonel put on his best smirk, “I’m not interrupting anything, because if I am I can just…”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“No!” Laura spoke up before he could go any further, “No, sir. I was just on my way…”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“We.” Rodney cut in with an annoyed tone, “&lt;i&gt;We&lt;/i&gt; were just on &lt;i&gt;our &lt;/i&gt;way her to speak with Elizabeth and yourself.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;John couldn’t help but smile as he watched the marine shoot a glare at the man beside her. Usually he would just let the pair duke it out but he had a briefing to prepare for and it was already getting late. “Okay Lieutenant, how about you tell me what McKay did this time and then I’ll decide if I should let you hurt him.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Well, sir…” Turning her head to look at her superior officer, she continued “Like Rodney said, this is something we need to discuss with both you and Dr. Weir…” Laura took a quick glance around the control room before turning back to John, “…privately.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;John nodded at the seriousness in her voice. Stepping aside he gestured in the direction of Weir’s office, “After you.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just as Laura was about to move, Rodney shoved passed her earning himself another glare. “So much for ladies first…” She muttered at his back as she followed him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Easy, lieutenant.” Rolling his eyes, John couldn’t help but smile as he fell into step behind them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;hr width="100%" noshade="noshade" size="1" /&gt;“Yes, that’s fine.” Dr. Elizabeth Weir glanced up from the pair of scientists she was speaking to when the trio appeared at her door. With a nod, she dismissed the scientists, “Thank you. Keep up the good work.” &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Well, all three of you.” Elizabeth gave a small smile as she mover over to her desk, “I hope there isn’t something catastrophic that I should be worried about.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“ No, nothing like that.” John stepped further into the room coming to rest in front of the glass walls that over looked the gate room. “Of course with these two you never know, but no, I guess there is something these two have to discuss with us?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Really?” Elizabeth lifted her eyebrow at him before looking to the pair in front of her. “What’s going on?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Well, ma’am.” Laura glanced at Rodney for a moment then back to the other woman, “I guess the best thing is to just come out and say it. I’m pregnant.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“What…?” Elizabeth looked over at John only to find he looked just as surprised as she felt at that moment. Turning back to Laura, she doesn’t even try to hide it, “Why…?”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I only recently found out.” Laura answered the unfinished question. She made a motion toward her head, “It was right after that whole fainting bit a few weeks ago.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I see.” Elizabeth nodded as she looked from her to Rodney and back. “And I guess, seeing that Rodney found you, you felt it necessary to tell him first.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Well…” Laura’s eyes flicked down to the floor for a moment before reestablishing contact with Dr. Weir. As she was about to finish, Rodney cut her off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“She told me first because I’m the father.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“You’re kidding me…” Taking a step forward, John spoke up for the first time since the news came out. “Rodney, you told me you two only had sex that one time.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rodney gave him and irritated look that is easily changed to horror as Laura speaks up with a smirk, “One night maybe. That doesn’t necessarily imply it was one time.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Oh, God!” The same horror spread across the colonel’s face, “That is definitely way too much information! Nobody needs to know…”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Enough!” Elizabeth spoke up as she recovered from this secondary shock. The room fell silent as she collected her thoughts. Pacing a few steps she turned around to address the group. “This is a serious issue that I doubt anyone including myself ever considered when this expedition first started. Personally I see no good reason as to why this should effect the expedition as a whole or even Lt. Cadman‘s position here. This would have been different during our first year here when we were on our own, but now that we have daily contact with Earth the final decision may not be mine to make.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Walking back to her desk, Elizabeth continued, “Now we have a scheduled communiqué this afternoon. I’ll plead your case, Lieutenant, but I can’t make any promises. Until then I think it would be best if we sent another Marine in your place on today’s mission.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“Of course, ma’am.” Laura nodded her acknowledgement. “I understand completely. And Thank you.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I wouldn’t thank me yet.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://browncoatgater.livejournal.com/6470.html"&gt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt; Previous&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://browncoatgater.livejournal.com/7845.html#cutid2"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Next&lt;/u&gt; &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>Boredom and a Sewing Machine.....</title>
    <published>2007-08-05T05:35:02Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Okay so I got a little bored so I made myself an Atlantis Expedition jacket. Its not quite done and not exactly like the ones in the show but I like how it turned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="And onto the pics...."&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/browncoatgater/pic/000020a6/"&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="191" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/browncoatgater/pic/000020a6/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="149" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/browncoatgater/pic/00003fzc/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;img height="240" alt="" width="202" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/browncoatgater/pic/00004q2p/s320x240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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