No, I'm not dead. Really. Eventually, I'll get around to detailing all the wonders and terrors of the last week (lots of the latter, but ending in the former), but for now, I bring fic.
This is the one that ate my brain. Long, long ago, this was my very first adventure with Rodney and John. A few people said quite rightly, "What?! That's it? You just stop it there? No, no, missy. Get your ass back here and explain." The better part of a year later, I finally have an answer for them.
Spoilers: The Lost Boys, Coup D’etat.
Feedback: Will be hugged like a puppy. Even if it bites.
Summary: It's a delicate balance.
Notes: So, this one should be subtitled ‘Rodney McKay and the Planet of the Pot Smokers’. That would give the unfair impression that it’s going to be silly and light-hearted, however, and this one is a little too dark for that. Not dark!fic (I don't think?), but sunshine and roses it ain’t. If you need further proof, look to the drabbly offshoot predecessor.
The title refers to an insurance term relating losses suffered to the amount of coverage in effect. For warnings, please see the end of Part I.
ETA: For the much prettier website version, use this link: (Burning more attractively)