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...Oh thank goodness, this First Aid/Rodimus Prime thing I've been working on for over a month is half as long as I thought it was, the link up scene where Roddy's dream self is, of course, Hot Rod and it's deeply distressing all around and then the morning after thing that was giving me so much trouble because the timelines wouldn't mesh is a different story entirely PHOOSH good good good. That was why I was having timeline problems! The whole thing happens a goodly while later!

This is just Oh Okay We ARE Still Dating Guess Who's Got A Massive And ENTIRELY UNSURPRISING Service Kink Yeah It's Us (note: neither of them have figured out that that's what's going on, First Aid because it's basically nonsexual and none of his human patients/friends/colleagues who gossip about stuff like that gossip about the nonsexual stuff, Roddy because he's actually kind of clueless in general about a lot of things - teeny tiny tiny tiny social circle'll do that to you). *kerflumps* That means I'm almost done.

Which is good, because I want to finish this before I work on the various bingos. Also I was beginning to despair of ever getting the idea out of my metaphorical sock drawer.