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Title: Fifty-Three More Things To Do In Zero Gravity
Author: cormallen
Rating: R
Pairings: Jensen/Jared, Jensen/Danneel, Jensen/JDM, Jensen/Misha, Jensen/Aldis Hodge, Jensen/Sandy, Jensen/CMM. So, yeah.
Length: 3650 words
Summary: Communication and Mediation Specialist Jensen signs on with a space-faring crew without thoroughly reading his contract.
A/N: This fic came about when I saw this prompt on the spnkink_meme and oh-so-brilliantly missed the words "sailors", "sea", and "non con". Thus the accidental space hooker crack was born. Title from The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy. Thank you for tinkering with it for me, mickeym and nowadventuring!

In retrospect, Jensen thinks, popping the cap on a new bottle of lube, he really should have known better.

Definitely from the interview. Maybe even from the moment he first saw the ad on the holo, flashing 3-D text promising excitement, adventure and a generous signing bonus. "Serve your President and see everything the 'verse has to offer," it said, instructing him to contact Recruiting Agent McCoy at the Alliance Embassy Compound on Gardariki VII – that is, if he was a patriotic, dedicated go-getter. And maybe patriotic was a word Jensen thought best reserved for marches, parades and the referendum on the proposed Droidtech Act, but he could do dedicated and go-getter, no problem. And his cube lease was running out in two weeks with no other prospects to consider.

Recruiting Agent McCoy – "Call me Sandy," she said, offering him a soft, perfectly manicured hand – was tiny, pretty and exquisitely perfumed. Something sweet and floral, like jasmine or roses – not that Jensen knew from flowers. This close to the Core, flowers were for chemists and the Preserve Exhibition Gardens – he hadn't been, but he'd caught the free preview of the guided holo-tour on late night wireless.

Recruiting Agent McCoy's nail polish was a delicate, silvery pink. "It changes with my mood," she said, smiling indulgently, when she noticed him looking. "Drink?"

"It's 0930," Jensen stammered, sitting down on her black leather couch.

"0930? Not on Belogor," she scoffed, and tipped the carafe. "Not on Kora. Not on Theta Dioscuri. Have you ever been?"

"To Theta Dioscuri? N-no," Jensen said, reluctantly accepting the heavy, frosted glass.

"Would you like to?"

Ice cubes clinked in the glass. Recruiting Agent McCoy's nails shimmered, flashing up a deep, burnished gold.

"I. Well, when you put it that way, Ms. McCoy," he said, and she moved in closer, smile wide and white and perfect.

"Sandy, Jensen. Now, let's talk about your qualifications."


Jensen squeezes the bottle, lets the lube coat his fingers, slippery and warm on his skin. He's never used the self-warming stuff before, but Danneel complained that the regulation KY gave her a rash, "and trust me, Speccie: that ain't the kind of place you want a rash, you get me?"

"Right," Jensen agreed carefully, turning his face from the pillow, and she sighed, shook her head. Her hair brushed over the small of his back, flitting and ticklish.

"Oh, for fuck's sake, don't give me that forlorn, little lost rathkin pup look. Just tell Misha he needs to pick up some Temp-O-Glide on the next restock. We got the Derana stop in four standard days."

"Misha – Dr. Collins? You mean the medical officer?"

"A-yup," Danneel nodded, nudging Jensen over onto his back. "What, you think the medic's job is just dispensing bactadine and bitching about the levels of protein in our diets?"

"I, uh – nguhh – well, to tell you the truth, I hadn't really thought about it. Ohh," Jensen whimpered as she tugged on his nipple clamps.

"Too tight?"

"No, just – fuck!"

"Don't worry, sweetheart," Danneel grinned, licking her lips. "We'll get there."

Yeah. He definitely should've known. Recruiting Agent McCoy had told him that the Saiga was an L-class corvette, "fast little ship – plenty of room for the crew, of course. But it's not a freighter or a dreadnought. You're not signing up to haul cargo or be the first line of defense."

"So what am I signing up for?"

"Communications. Diplomatic support. Peaceful conflict resolution, maybe the occasional escort mission. Commander Morgan works closely with the Planetary Alliance Liaison and Galactic Free Trade. Trust me, this isn't a red or even an orange level environment. The liability release agreement is only 4 terats long," she said, and slid his CV chip into the reader. "Your language count's longer than that. You really speak Hthath?"

"Er, well, nobody speaks Hthath, of course," Jensen explained hastily, "but I can distinguish between the six basic vibration patterns and pick up on most of the common nuances. It's –"

"Excellent. Nuance recognition is a key skill in a Communication and Mediation Specialist's arsenal," Recruiting Agent McCoy said with a reassuring smile. "Could you do me a favor, Jensen, and walk for me?"


"Yes," she said, waving her hand. "Across the room, or corner to corner, whichever you're more comfortable with."

"Uh. Alright." He stood up, puzzled, and crossed the room, couch to Sandy's desk and back again, stopping to look out of the large picture window, twin suns shining brightly over the spires of Gardariki Central. "Like that?"

"Oh, yes. You'll – that'll do just fine. Now, tell me: when did you have your last check-up? The Planetary Alliance takes the health of all its employees very seriously."


Jensen starts himself off with two fingers, sweet, sudden burn that makes his knees wobble, and he shifts, leans more heavily onto the dresser. It's bolted to the wall, just like all of the Saiga's furnishings; it can take the strain and more besides. He closes his eyes and imagines Jared crowding him into the cool metal, Jared's legs bracketing his, hot breath on the back of his neck. Jared's too-long hair tickling at his cheek as Jared preps him, smooths the lube inside, opens Jensen up for his cock. He's never seen Jared naked, but he's lost count of the times he's pictured this, Jared's wide, bare chest pressed solid against his spine, Jared's heavy cock nudging between his thighs.

Jensen whimpers and pushes in a third finger. It's gonna happen today, or he's the worst Communication Spec in the 'verse, hands down.

"A Communication and Mediation Specialist is an integral part of the unit," Recruiting Agent McCoy had explained, pouring herself a second glass. "The Saiga's gone two deployments without one – so the crew's starting to get a bit antsy. Believe me: you'll have a warm welcome."

"Isn't – " he'd started, curious why the crew had been short a Spec twice in a row, but McCoy's cool, soft fingers were suddenly brushing over his cheekbone, trailing up to the corner of his left eye, and Jensen shivered.

"If you don't mind me asking," she purred, "who did your ocular implants? They're incredible."

"That's not – I – they're not implants," he said, McCoy's sharp, floral scent making his mouth water. "That's my natural eye color."

"A green like that? Like I said: incredible," she nodded and kissed him. If he'd been looking, he would have seen Recruiting Agent McCoy's nails flash from gold to wine-dark red and darker, but her lips were brandy-sweet, hot and slick, and Jensen stopped paying attention.


Jensen met the Saiga at Gardariki North Port, watching it land, sleek and smooth and sharp, into the hangar bay. His wrist itched mercilessly, a constant reminder of where they'd put in his new checkpoint transmitter, identifying him to scanners as Diplomatic Auxiliary Support. He tried to resist picking at the skin, the little square of the chip visible, bumpy, between the blue lines of veins.

"It'll sink after a few days; won't even know it's there," Recruiting Agent McCoy had reassured him after he'd put his thumbprint to the contract. "The Saiga's due back in two days. Sergeant Harris will meet you at the port checkpoint, get you all settled in."

He packed up the few things still left in his cube – his holo collection, a Sattivya pronunciation and accent guide, the battered illustrated flipchart of Hthath ceremonial bows. The rest, meticulously sealed in rectangular bins, had already left for the storage facility.

"That's right, I forgot to tell you," Recruiting Agent McCoy had explained, "you'll have access to a personal storage unit on the C level for the duration of your deployment, so there's no need to get a house sitter or put anything up for auction. Insurance up to eighty percent of face value – not too shabby! Oh, and your signing bonus goes directly into your account after six months. On behalf of the Planetary Alliance, I'm pleased to welcome you to the team, Jensen."

Sergeant Danneel Harris turned out to be a tall, gorgeous redhead with ten perfect kill stripes sewn onto her tight zipped flight suit.

"You're Jensen? Nice. I'm Danneel. That's Chad, the second gunny – "

"You can be 'first gunny', if that floats your muffin. I'm a Battle Station Control Operator," Chad interjected, and Danneel shrugged.

"Yeah, whatever. I shoot stuff. So do you. It goes boom."

A bit later on, Jensen found out that in addition to never using the term gunny Chad also liked head and hated that Jensen's hair was too short to get a proper grip. He liked some teeth to it, small scrapes over sensitive skin, and Jensen's fingers up his ass along with Jensen's mouth on his dick, and he came hard, quick and easy. But that was later. There were introductions first and a tour of the ship decks, Jensen's luggage getting stowed away under his new bunk. He got a little nauseous when the Saiga broke atmo, much faster than the passenger transports he'd been on before, and Danneel patted his shoulder in reassurance.

"You'll get used to it. Trust me, it doesn't get much smoother than this. Aldis really knows his shit. Crew I ran with before, pilot couldn't land his way out of a wet paper bag. Ended up just settling into orbit and having everyone take the shuttles down; that got old real fast." She shook her head and brushed stray hair away from her forehead. "To be honest, though, I kinda wish Aldis was just a wee bit rougher, you know? He gets us out of too many good firefights."

Aldis truly was an incredible pilot. Jensen saw it for himself not five hours later, two Covenant Furies locked onto their tail, flashes of turret fire beaming through the black, red and merciless. Danneel's voice, harsh and clipped, crackled through the Saiga's intercom system.

"Battle Stations to Flight Control, can't do shit about their shields. Never seen generators like they got, must be something new. Chad is trying to take readings."

"Check," Aldis gritted, flipping a series of switches on his panel. "Engaging evasive maneuvers, going for the jump gate. Everybody find something to hold on to and grab on tight."

The floor tilted, spun, and slid out from under Jensen's feet. He scrambled for balance, hands sliding vainly over the smooth metal wall, and pitched forward, right into the hard chest of someone tall, taller than him, wide-shouldered and wearing a plain gray flight suit.

"Didn't you hear him?" the giant said, guiding Jensen's hand to a bar protruding from the cabin's ceiling. "Hold on tight."

Just like the oh shit handles on a swoop flier, Jensen thought, wrapping his fingers around the bar. Strangely, he didn't feel all that scared, even though Recruiting Agent McCoy had clearly lied to him. Covenant warships definitely rated an orange, maybe even a red environment. His tightly clenched knuckles bumped up against the giant's rough, warm skin, and then the floor started slipping again, everything turning and twisting and making his stomach flutter.

"Don't worry, Jensen," the giant grinned. "You don't mind if I call you Jensen, do you? Auxiliary Comm Spec Ackles is kinda a mouthful." He had dimples when he smiled and a little mole on his left cheek, and his brown hair was thick and messy and way too long to be regulation. "I'm Jared, by the way. Seriously, don't worry. Aldis is awesome at this. Everything's gonna be OK."


Jensen stops to add more lube, fingers slick and dripping with it, and shakes his head. Everything hadn't been OK after the Saiga finally zigged and zagged its way to the sector gate and jumped into hyperspace, where the short range Furies couldn't follow. That was when he found out that Aldis liked to fuck coming off the adrenalin rush of a firefight, Jared replacing him at the controls to run the autopilot – hyperspace flight didn't require much beyond entering the right coordinates into the grid. The Saiga's pilot was a good-looking man, all wiry grace and a mouth Jensen wouldn't have minded kissing – after drinks, maybe, or, hell, after at least some warning that he was about to get ambushed, pinned to the wall by Aldis's arms.

"Mmph," he managed indignantly, trying to pull away. "What in the seven hells are you doing?"

The pilot took an abrupt step back.

"Oh, fuck me. Not another one! When will people learn to read their damn contracts before they sign?" he sighed as Jensen brought a hand up to his own mouth, startled and confused and feeling for the print of Aldis's lips there.

"I – what?" he mustered up finally, trying to gauge whether the pilot was going to try to kiss him again, but Aldis just threw his hands up in exasperation and rolled his eyes.

"Do us all a favor, will you? Go back to your bunk and re-read all the fine print in your contract. Then go right ahead and talk to Morgan. You're going to have some arrangements to work out."

The arrangements turned out to be fairly simple.

"Look, kid," Commander Morgan said, "it's like this. Either we drop you off on the rock of your choice – out of the four next scheduled stops, mind, not the whole damn 'verse – and pretend we never saw you slip away, or you stay out the six months, now that you're more familiar with the job description. 'Course, personally, I'd prefer option B, but I ain't gonna force you. I'm not that kind of guy. Here, this is the flight schedule. Feel free to look it over."

Morgan had crinkles in the corners of his warm, brown eyes, laugh lines hiding in the salt and pepper scruff of his beard. His flight suit was undone at the neck, and Jensen could see fine droplets of sweat beading in the hollow, just asking to be licked away.

He glanced at the flight schedule: Bastion, Kora, Verthxt, Theta Dioscuri with its Preserve Exhibition Gardens all laid out in front of him in sharp, dark print, all his if he just said so. He turned the schedule over.

"If I, uh, were to stay," Jensen said, and swallowed, licked his lips. "Could I have a day or two to just – you know. Get acclimated?"


His dick is hard, precome glistening wet on the head. Jensen spreads it around with his fingers, drags his thumb over the tip and shivers. Walks up to the mirror and scrutinizes himself carefully, furrowing his brows at the dark purple bruise Danneel left on his thigh the day before. He kind of wishes it weren't there, although he likes Danneel, can almost imagine bringing her home – or, well, not to his home, since he doesn't have a cube anymore. And not to his parents' on Sarissa Prime, either, and not just because they're still holding a grudge over him running out a few years back to "see the 'verse" without leaving forwarding coordinates. After all, what would he tell them about how he and Danneel met?

He gives himself another careful once over and viciously rubs at a freckle on his nose like it's something he can wipe away. There's another hickey at the base of his throat, right where neck meets shoulder, but he can't rub it off any better than the freckles. At least Morgan has been too busy for him in the last week, Jensen muses, or he'd be lying flat in his bunk right about now, too sore to even contemplate anything else. Not that it's not good with Jeff, the way he pushes Jensen into the mattress and holds him down – but sometimes he thinks he should remind Morgan that he's not a droid. He's just not built for that kind of pounding on a too-regular basis. The first morning he woke up in the Commander's quarters, he marched straight to medical, wincing at the prints of Jeff's nails in his sides, at the persistent rolling ache in his ass.

Dr. Collins was doing yoga on the med bay floor, naked as the day he was born. A sleek black bird was inked into the small of his back, and above it, eight stars in blue, green and gold – which made him Altiri and possibly nobility, if Jensen remembered correctly, and also more flexible than he'd ever thought possible.

"We're double-jointed," Dr. Collins confirmed, pointing Jensen to a wall drawer. Upon inspection, it turned out to contain an array of buttplugs in increasing sizes. "The Commander, right? Pick out a few. You'll need them. There's lube and ointment in the cabinet to your left. The one in the purple bottle is my personal favorite."

It became Jensen's personal favorite a few minutes later, when Dr. Collins spread him out right on the yoga mat, purring filth in Altiri into his ear.

"I see you met Misha," Jared chuckled when Jensen left the med bay some time later still, clutching the purple bottle and an oversized clear spectraplast dildo in his hands.

"Uh. Yeah. Guess so," Jensen said, blushing. Jared was crouched down over a relay panel in the floor, prodding at a red wire with a pair of pliers. His long hair was pulled up into haphazard pigtails, the elastic bands a bright, electric pink.

"It gets into my eyes," Jared explained, like it was the most normal thing in the 'verse. "Hey, Jen, could you kick that wrench over in my direction? I think if I let go of this wire, we're gonna have ourselves a problem, and I haven't even had breakfast yet."

"Right," Jensen said, and picked up the wrench.


"What is it that you do around here, exactly?" Jensen asked after he saw Jared dishing up dinner in the mess, tightening the bolts on the med bay exam tables, wheeling in crates on their second supply stop and sweeping the floor in the gunners' quarters.

"Little bit of everything," Jared shrugged, stripping the sheets off of Jensen's bunk – laundry duty, he'd said, letting himself in with a universal pass card. "Not like I'm commissioned personnel. Jeff pretty much took me in out of the goodness of his heart, you know? Favor to my mama. You gotta flip your mattress more often, or the filler gets bunched up, and then they have to replace them, and they're custom made for this size bunk, and they gotta order them extra, and then Jeff yells at everyone for going over budget. Here, I'll do it for you this time. Clean sheets and pillowcase are on top of your dresser."

"Thanks," Jensen said, and gulped, watching the flex of muscles in Jared's tan arms.

"What's his deal?" he asked Danneel later, curled up into her side in her narrow bunk. "He keeps bringing me seconds whenever he has cooking duty, says I'm too skinny and that his mama would never let him live it down if he didn't get me properly fed."

Danneel shrugged, scratching her nails over Jensen's scalp, fingers tangling in the spikes of his hair. "He's Morgan's eleventh nephew, or fifth cousin, or some shit like that, you know, the kind of family you always have but never bother meeting, unless you're Jeff. He's got family all over the Mid-rim, I swear. Sends them all birthday cards, too, and visits every Festival. Jared's from somewhere out by the Border – they're having a shit time out there, what with the Covenant breathing down their necks. Jeff did a good thing for him, bringing him onto the crew. Why d'ya wanna know, anyway? You're not – oh, you totally are!" She trailed her hand down his face and bopped him on the nose, grinning. "Jensen li-i-kes Jared," she sing-songed, and Jensen scowled.

"I do not. It's just. Weird. Because he hasn't – you know? He'd rather bring me spice cookies."

"They're my mama's special recipe," Jared had explained, "but I had to tinker with them a bit, get them to fluff up right, what with the altitude. She makes 'em much better, of course, but I think I did pretty good. Come on, have another one. When I take you to meet her, she'll take it out of my hide if your ribs are showing."

"Yeah, right. What are you gonna tell her I do for a living?" Jensen'd snapped, biting into his second cookie. They were really good, rich with cinnamon, cloves and ginger, and he was pretty sure he was going to have a third and maybe even a fourth.

"Don't you worry about what I'm gonna tell my mama. You worry about eating your damn rations. And sleep. Are you getting enough sleep? You have this dark circle thing going on. That can't be healthy."

"Get the hell out of my room," Jensen had tried to say, but his mouth was full of spice cookie, and it didn't come out right at all.


Jensen washes the lube off his hands, thinks about it, and dims the lights a little. It's not candlelight, but it'll do. He hopes answering the door naked isn't gonna send Jared running, plate of cookies and all. Because if he can't have what he wants, he'll settle for the cookies and Jared's stupid pink-banded pigtails right in his face as he looks for non-existent dark circles and other evidence of Jensen's horribly unhealthy lifestyle. Come to think of it, he'll even settle for agreeing to meet Jared's mama, see for himself if her cookie recipe is really all that much better than Jared's ad hoc adaptation. But he really hopes he gets what he wants, now. They have nine standard hours until they land on Theta Dioscuri, and Jensen doesn't want to let Jared out of his bunk until they're ready to disembark.


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Dec. 19th, 2009 05:29 am (UTC)
AWWW. JENSEN. I love that he didn't read the fine print and that he was having sex with everyone else but crushing on Jared. AND JARED WAS SO CUTE FEEDING HIM AND CHANGING HIS SHEETS. Best kind of crack, hon!
Dec. 21st, 2009 07:45 am (UTC)
Aw, thank you! I don't do crack very often -- I'm just not that comfortable with it -- so I'm really glad it worked for you!
Dec. 19th, 2009 05:53 am (UTC)
You posted!!! *loves on this story* *loves on you*

I still love it so very, VERY much (every single nsw - *eg*). The wry humor, the sexy feel to it, the epic crush he and Jared have on each other. *happy sigh* Because they are MEANT TO BE NO MATTER WHAT.
Dec. 21st, 2009 07:45 am (UTC)


Dec. 19th, 2009 05:55 am (UTC)
Accidental space hooker!
Dec. 21st, 2009 07:46 am (UTC)
...yeah. I've now written accidental space hooker fic. I got nothin'. :)

Thanks for reading!
Dec. 19th, 2009 06:16 am (UTC)
POOR DUMB JENSEN! Oh well, we do love him so. Also, as annoying as it is to ask, can there like be more of this?
Dec. 21st, 2009 07:50 am (UTC)
POOR DUMB JENSEN! Oh well, we do love him so


As for more -- now you have me thinking about The Amazing Space Adventures of Ship Gopher Jared and Accidental Hooker Jensen, possibly in awkward comic book form, with the occasional "BAM" or "POW", which, alas, is not to be. But I do kind of like the idea of more J2 space AU!

Thanks for reading!
(no subject) - kaddywhak - Jan. 19th, 2010 04:53 am (UTC) - Expand
Dec. 19th, 2009 06:24 am (UTC)
Freaking hilarious! And not only that, being a big fan of the genre, I love the natural way the scifi bits are woven seamlessly through the story. There really, really Really needs to be more of this. I'd love to see a whole series of short adventures.

Not that I'm greedy or anything. *G*
Dec. 21st, 2009 07:51 am (UTC)
I'm not sure if I was supposed to use my love of sci fi to write what amounts to essentially accidental space hooker fic, but, well -- there you have it :)

Thank you for reading!
Dec. 19th, 2009 06:38 am (UTC)
Need more please :)
Dec. 21st, 2009 07:51 am (UTC)
I'm really glad you liked it!
Dec. 19th, 2009 06:42 am (UTC)
Oh, wow, I really really really love this 'verse. GUH. But you stopped before Jensen got to have sex with Jared, which was really unfair.
Dec. 21st, 2009 07:54 am (UTC)
you stopped before Jensen got to have sex with Jared

I'm sorry! *hangs head*

Thank you for reading, hon!
Dec. 19th, 2009 06:53 am (UTC)
Dec. 21st, 2009 07:55 am (UTC)
POOR JENSEN? BUT HE GETS TO EAT AWESOME SPICE COOKIES AND A NEW SPECTRAPLAST DILDO. I'm not 100% on what spectraplast is, but I'm sure it's very, very nice!

Thanks for reading, hon!
Dec. 19th, 2009 09:35 am (UTC)
Dec. 21st, 2009 07:56 am (UTC)
YAY, thank you!
Dec. 19th, 2009 09:48 am (UTC)
OMG, this is ridiculously good!!! And sooo funny! Poor Jensen )))
More, please?
Dec. 21st, 2009 07:56 am (UTC)
Poor Jensen? But he gets awesome spice cookies! And the awesome lube in the purple bottle! Surely that's not so bad? :)

Thank you for reading!
Dec. 19th, 2009 09:53 am (UTC)
OMGGGGGGG! This is marvelous! I could read 100K of this and still come back for more!! BRILLIANT!!!!
Dec. 21st, 2009 07:57 am (UTC)
Eeee, thank you! *twirls you*
Dec. 19th, 2009 11:37 am (UTC)
I accidentally a space hooker. Is that bad? /oldmeme

Dec. 21st, 2009 07:43 am (UTC)

Thanks for reading!

Dec. 19th, 2009 12:33 pm (UTC)
Go back to your bunk and re-read all the fine print in your contract.
- even in the future, the fine print screws you over ...

I really liked how Jensen stumbled into this and how he developed a relationship with Jared while sleeping with everyone else.

It is really unfair, though, to have this end before he finally gets to sleep with Jared.
Dec. 21st, 2009 07:42 am (UTC)
It is really unfair, though, to have this end before he finally gets to sleep with Jared

I'm sorry. I'm not a very nice person, I know. I just didn't have more in me. But I'm glad the rest of it worked for you. Thank you for reading!
Dec. 19th, 2009 12:34 pm (UTC)
Ha! That's hilarious and adorable. The opening line is like one of the best ever :)
Dec. 21st, 2009 07:41 am (UTC)
Aw, thank you! I'm really glad it worked for you!
Dec. 19th, 2009 01:43 pm (UTC)
There needs to be more of this. LOTS MORE!!! Like where Jensen realizes that Jared is in love with him too, and that's why he wants to bring him home to meet his mama, and where Jensen seduces clueless!Jared and this was so delicious, I loved it!!! I love that Sandy connives Jensen into signing the contract without reading it, and I love that Jeff gives him a choice, and I love that Jensen decides to STAY! Absolutely crackalicious!! Great job!
Dec. 21st, 2009 07:40 am (UTC)
Thank you so much for reading -- I'm really glad you enjoyed it!

*thinks* I'm not sure if Jared's actually clueless, or if it's all part of his brilliant plan to get Jensen addicted to his cookies :)
Dec. 19th, 2009 02:59 pm (UTC)
Adorable crack! Adorable space hooker crack! I laughed and I awwwed, thank you!
Dec. 21st, 2009 07:39 am (UTC)
Thank you for reading!

Adorable space hooker
*facepalm* I should be more ashamed of myself than I currently am, shouldn't I? *g*
Dec. 19th, 2009 06:30 pm (UTC)
Heeeee! That was adorable. I love it.

(And for whatever reason, I ADORE Sandy's chameleon nail polish.)
Dec. 21st, 2009 07:37 am (UTC)
Thank you for reading! I'm really glad it worked for you.

(You know, I really like the idea of chameleon nail polish, too. And it seemed to suit Sandy in my head, so, YAY!)
Dec. 19th, 2009 06:44 pm (UTC)
So fantastic! I'm a greedy whore and I want more. I love this world you've developed and so deftly too, you know everyone's story (or at least a bit of it) and the society (at least a bit of it) and you did it all so consisely! I''m a little bit in awe.

To be fair, I want more for two reasons: 1) I'm intrigued by this world and want to know more about it, 2) UST much? At least with Jensen/jared.

Accidental space hooker is my new favorite genre. WELL DONE YOU.
Dec. 21st, 2009 07:36 am (UTC)
Eeee, your icon! *adores*

As you can probably tell, I really enjoy sci fi -- and I love sci fi AUs. And I'm really glad that this worked on some level beyond just the insane cracky, because, well -- and this makes me facepalm -- I -do- know a lot about this universe. Apparently I can't do crack without backstory, heh.

Accidental space hooker is my new favorite genre
Oh, frak. What have I done? *g*

Thank you for reading!
Dec. 19th, 2009 06:53 pm (UTC)
I love this SO MUCH. SO. MUCH. Every single detail just makes me happy. Space crack is the best kind of crack!
Dec. 21st, 2009 07:31 am (UTC)
Eee, thank you!
I always whine that there aren't enough sci fi AUs in this fandom, but this was probably not what I should have been doing to remedy that, huh :)
Dec. 19th, 2009 08:01 pm (UTC)
U already know how much I like the story)))))
Dec. 21st, 2009 07:30 am (UTC)
Thanks. And thank you for audiencing my accidental space hooker fic, darlin' :)
Dec. 19th, 2009 08:19 pm (UTC)
Haha, I liked this SO SO much. After a bit, it almost didn't feel cracky, and just like a real spacey story, I don't know why or what my point is, but this was an awesome read!
Dec. 21st, 2009 07:29 am (UTC)
Hee, thanks. I'm a sci fi fan, so apparently even my accidental space hooker crack turns out to have an interstellar war, not just spectraplast dildos. This should probably shame me more than it does :)
Dec. 19th, 2009 11:41 pm (UTC)
Oooh, I like this very much. I hope you write more of it.
Dec. 21st, 2009 07:26 am (UTC)
Thank you! I don't know, I'm not sure I am ready for the Adventures of Ship Gopher Jared and Accidental Hooker Auxiliary Comm Spec Jensen -- I'm still coming to terms with having written accidental space hooker fic :)
Dec. 19th, 2009 11:47 pm (UTC)
Hee, you had me at the title. :D I love how you incorporated the scifi stuff so effortlessly, and awww, Jared's bringing Jensen cookies. *chinhands*
Dec. 21st, 2009 07:24 am (UTC)
I love sci fi. I'm not sure one's supposed to use one's love of sci fi to write accidental space hooker fic, but there you have it. *facepalm*
Thank you for reading!
Dec. 20th, 2009 02:17 am (UTC)
I didn't know it was possible for hooker!fic to be adorable, but this is ADORABLE.
Dec. 21st, 2009 07:23 am (UTC)
Hee, thank you!
...man, I've written accidental space hooker fic that's apparently also adorable. FML. *grins*
Dec. 20th, 2009 02:27 am (UTC)
I liked this! The small print was classic -- of course no one ever reads the small print!
Dec. 21st, 2009 07:21 am (UTC)
But the small print is always the most important part, even in a galaxy far, far -- um, a galaxy... crap. My galaxy doesn't have a clever catchy descriptor. Dammit!

Thank you for reading, hon!
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