A podfic of "Pack Mentality"
Five lone wolves do not make a pack. Unless they do.
Everything is going to plan up until the precise moment it starts to fall apart.
Nick has known other men before. Has Tom?
None of this makes any sense, really. Jim's barely laid a hand on her, if he doesn't count the occasional hand-up over difficult terrain, or accidental (mostly accidental) groping when an explosion throws his bridge crew around, and Jim doesn't count that, because if he counted that he'd be at third base with Keenser by now.
During a mission to Coruscant, things go wrong, and Hera meets a former Jedi named Ahsoka Tano. Sometimes people have to rescue each other.
Hickey leaves his mark on Gibson.
"Your husband is a schmuck to eat out when he's got a dish like you at home."
Carefully taking a pillow and placing it in his lap, Ted mumbles, “Think I outta be getting home, sleep this off.”
“Can’t do that either,” Higgins says, grimacing sympathetically. “You’ll have to, ah, burn it out.”
(In which Ted gets dosed with sex pollen, and Trent and Rebecca work together to help him through it.)
Commanding that a thing be done is a damn sight different from witnessing it in person. Sometimes one needs to be reminded of this.