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How is it that even my 'everyone thinks we're doing it' femslash cliche fic, which should be rife with wacky misunderstandings followed by hot sex, has instead turned into serious, mildly-angsty fic?

Though it may still contain hot sex.

This was going to be a silly, off-world adventure in which Cadman and Teyla ended up having to get married. How did it turn into this?

I swear, there's an angst demon in my computer. Either that or dissertation stress is getting to me.