Yep, you read that correctly. I have written crack!fic (words I, honest to God, never thought I'd utter or type). The idea for this was born in the shower and any other details are so bizarre, even I don't want to elaborate. So this is McShep-ish and surely if our boys can be Girl Scout cookies and ice cubes, they can be... well, go behind the cut and find out. Warning: total and utter crack - absolutely no socially redeeming value - and I assure you, no alcohol was abused in the creation of this ficlet (though you may find that hard to believe).  I almost feel the need to apologize in advance.  If a mass defriending occurs, I'll understand.

title: Spherical Eloquence
pairing: hee, I'm not quite sure how to answer that
rating: your guess is as good as mine
words: 572
warnings/spoilers: utter crack
legal: these guys are all mine - any resemblance to well-known characters is a happy coincidence.
summary: He narrowed his eyes at his friend's big goofy smile. "How come no one ever does that to me? What is it? Luck of the draw—position—what? I mean, how—how does it feel?