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First season was set-up. From season 3 on, I think it was, they were constantly wondering if they were going to be renewed and/or have the funds. My understanding Sheridan's imprisonment was supposed to run a bit longer. Sleeping in the Light was the closer for s4, as they didn't know if there would be a s5. The telepaths were pretty much all filler due to having to cut down on Sheridan not being imprisoned. Sleeping in the Light is the only s5 ep that included CC due to it being shot for s4. War Without End would have also been for s5 except for O'Hare. JMS wanted to get it done.

It is until you watch it all.

That many? Redemption S6 pilot 2-parter.

“And you think that's what it is?” Leah asked. She lay face down on her bed. Her arms were crossed under her chin. She taken her robe off and blushed in front of Jason. The entire time his eyes had been on hers. She had left her pantyhose on, joking that it was her last line of defense. She knew Jason would respect her limits. She just wished she knew what his limits were. Hands working one leg a time, Jason gave Leah a massage. “It's entirely possible that it is a focus for whoever Bauer had that messed with your head.” “Do you think Trese will be able to figure that out? If it is?” “That's hard to say. Trese works with Mentor a lot. While he resembles how a human mind works, the process is entirely different than organic.” “That is entirely possible,” Mentor said. Leah laughed. “Eavesdropping?” “Monitoring only. I heard my name.” “Quite alright,” Leah said. She moaned when Jason found a tight muscle and worked to loosen it. “Ash wants you to do breakfast since you're here.” Jason smiled. “I'll think about it.” In time, Jason reached the top of her thighs. “Want me to stop?” he asked quietly. She shook her head. “You've got a lot of back to cover yet.” “You're enjoying this,” he said with humor. “Absolutely.” Jason adjusted her waistband and Leah shifted to make it easier. He took a bottle of lotion off her nightstand. The bed shifted. Jason straddled her. He moved her hair out of his way. Leah slipped her hand under it and flipped it up off her shoulders. She heard the pump on the bottle and Jason rubbed his hands together. He started at the base of her spine. Her mind went to what had happened earlier. Jason could be insistent, but he was always considerate. He was born with power and his loving parents taught him to respect it and the damage it was capable of. Being an athlete, Jason was naturally strong. He knew the damage strength could do. And while she had been gone, his strength had increased. Even after he found out her ability to heal Jason was always gentle with her. Jason's hands worked her back. Leah slept. * * * * * Leah stirred, wondering why Jason had stopped. She opened one eye and realized what she was seeing was daylight. She heard a page flip. “Find one of my novels to your liking?” She felt Jason's hand on her back. “No.” She rolled over. Jason had on shorts and a sleeveless T-shirt. “Did you sleep?” Jason shook his head. “I didn't expect you to stay up all night.” She moved closer, laying her leg over his. He moved his arm out of the way, and Leah snuggled in closer. “What is that?” The book in Jason's hands was bound in supple brown leather. A strap hung loose from it. “One of my grandfather's journals.” “Oh. So why didn't you sleep?” “Making sure you were okay. You didn't twitch at all.” “That means I only got half of a massage.” “Sorry,” Jason said, turning another page. “You were sleeping on the front half.” “Well, it used to be...” She stopped herself, realizing what she'd been about to say. “Anything from Trese?” Jason shook his head. He closed the journal, wrapping the strap about it. Then it disappeared.

And the Rock Cried Out, No Hiding Place And the death of Lord Refa.

The Russians never had a stargate until they salvaged it. They had the DHD for the original gate from Egypt.

I thought it funny that Jonas had to point out how they originally got the gate into the mountain so they could get it back out before it blew up.

Michael Shanks still finds the replicators terrifying.

Breaking News: Supergirl Season 6 To Be The Final Season

It is. (Was?)

Sitting in the dark, watching the clouds blow in and obscure the stars, Jason did nothing. At his SE apartments he had drawn Beth simply because she was sitting in front of him. Now, sitting in front of him was a sketch pad opened to a blank page. If he started drawing, would it be Marlene or Leah that he drew? Leah was on his mind a lot lately. She took up as much time as Marlene did up there. Actually seeing her in the dress he designed, that he thought she would be wearing when he proposed to her didn't help him any. He was tired. Like he had told Beth, his batteries were near drained. Being called out hadn't helped any, but, conversely, being close to Leah while they worked had. He should go to bed. His schedule was clear for a few days. Jason sighed. His head snapped to the side. Eyes flashing red with power, Jason turned toward Leah's room. “Door open. Clear path to Leah's room. Call Kris.” Jason blasted out the door, caroming off the wall when he turned, not waiting to hear Mentor's response. * * * * * Orgasm subsiding, Leah smiled and opened her eyes. Steven Bauer, still inside her, grinned. “I'm not through with you yet.” Leah screamed. * * * * * “What's the problem?” Kris asked. Trese stood behind her. “I don't know.” Jason jabbed the panel beside the door. “I just know there's something going on.” Kris nodded. “Open it, Mentor.” The door opened to reveal Leah coming towards the door. “Are you okay?” “I'm... I'm fine,” Leah stammered, not realizing she was shaking her head. Her tears started to flow. “He was here!” Leah went to Jason, burying her face in his chest. Jason's arms closed about her. “Who was?” Kris asked gently. “Bauer! He...he...” “Let's go inside,” Kris suggested. Trese slipped inside and activated a wall panel. “Give me the security feed for the room.” Jason turned Leah around and let her lead them in. “What happened?” “I was sitting in my chair there,” she pointed it out. “I was going through your book. Music started playing.” Kris glanced at Jason. “What music?” “I don't know. Elevator music. No words. Just a tune. Then the door sounded. I answered it and Jason...” Leah gulped in air. “Jason was on the other side. I asked him why he was here. He said he was here for me.” Her eyes darted to Jason and then she looked away. “He kissed me. He pinned me up against the wall and took me.” Jason's head dropped and his eyes flared. “Alright, Leah. You and I will go into your bedroom,” Kris said. “I want to do a quick exam. Depending on what I see we may head down to Medical for a full exam. Okay?” Leah nodded. “Jason, come look at this,” Trese said before the door closed. “Let's get your dress off,” Kris said. “Do you need help?” Leah shook her head, lowered the bodice and stepped out of it. She put it on a waiting hangar. She started to push her hose down when Kris said, “Wait.” Kris pulled on a pair of gloves. * * * * * The security feed showed Leah enter her room. She examined herself in her mirror and began changing out of her Sparx outfit. Once again wearing the dress they just found her in, Leah opened a cabinet and poured herself a glass of wine. Leah turned towards her chair and took something off the counter before moving to sit. Her hand went to her arm. She set her wine glass down and curled up in her chair with Jason's book. Trese advanced the feed until Leah, sitting in her chair, screamed. “What do you make of it?” Trese asked. “The bracelet,” Jason answered. “Leah wasn't wearing one at the gallery. She is now.” “Should we ask her about it?” “You do it,” Jason said. The bedroom door open and Leah and Kris came out. “What's the verdict?” Jason asked. Leah, still wearing her hose, and now a robe, sat back in her chair. He emptied her wine glass. The bracelet sparkled in the light of the table lamp. “All the signs of recent intense arousal. Hose and panties are damp. She's swollen and tender. But there's no other signs of penetration or sex,” Kris said. “I... I haven't. Not since... Not for lack of Brad and Dani trying.” Leah said. “How do you feel about that?” asked Kris. Leah gave a small smile. “Dani has a better chance than Brad does.” “I won't tell her that,” Trese said. “She'll redouble her efforts.” “I appreciate that. I'm going out of my mind,” Leah said quietly. Trese looked at Jason who gave her a slight nod. She went over to Leah and knelt down. “Can I ask you something?” Leah nodded. “Your bracelet that you're wearing. Where did you get it?” Leah looked at the bracelet. Then she looked at Jason. “Jason gave it to me. It was...it was our last anniversary together. We were on the Mistral Wind off the coast of Monaco.” “The first time I saw that bracelet, Leah, was the day Warren picked you up at the airport,” Trese said. “You were wearing it then.” “But, Jason...” “Leah,” she looked at Jason. “You've been on the Wind all of twice. Once here for a dinner party and once in San Diego. You and I have never been to Monaco together.” “I'm going out of my mind,” Leah whispered. Trese lay her hand gently on Leah's leg. “I want to take your bracelet. I want to run some scans on it. Can I do that?” Leah's hand went slowly to the bracelet. Looking at it, she turned it on her arm. “Sure,” she said, slipping it off. She handed it to Trese. Trese formed a purple force bowl. Leah set it inside. Trese closed the bowl. Kris keyed in the medical dispenser and pulled out a packet. She took that to Leah. Leah looked at it. “I don't want to be medicated.” Kris smiled. “Alright,” but she set the packet on the table anyway. “If you need me, call.” “I will. Thanks.” Trese and Kris went out into the hall. Jason turned to follow. “Jason, will you stay a minute? Please?” Kris turned and nodded at Jason. “Sure,” he said. He turned to face Leah and the door closed. Smiling, he asked her, “What do you need?” Rising from her chair, Leah came to him. She stared into his eyes until she shivered. “To feel safe. Will... Will you stay with me a while?”

Then use a proper upright.

Another possibility is Nightmare.

Set me free why don't cha babe Get out my life why don't cha babe 'Cause you don't really love me You just keep me hangin' on Set me free why don't cha babe Get out my life why don't cha babe (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) 'Cause you don't really need me But you keep me hangin' on Why do you keep a comin' around playing with my heart? Why don't cha get out of my life and let me make a brand new start? Let me get over you the way you gotten over me, yeah, yeah Set me free why don't cha babe Get out my life why don't cha babe (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) 'Cause you don't really love me You just keep me hangin' on No, you don't really need me You just keep me hangin' on You say although we broke up you still just wanna be friends But how can we still be friends when seeing you only breaks my heart again (And there ain't nothing I can do about it) Whoa, ooh, whoa, ooh, whoa Whoa, ooh, whoa, ooh, whoa, whoa Whoa, ooh, whoa, ooh, whoa, whoa Whoa, ooh, whoa, ooh, whoa, Yeah, yeah Get out, get out of my life And let me sleep at night 'Cause you don't really love me You just keep me hangin' on You say you still care for me but your heart and soul needs to be free And now that you've got your freedom you wanna still hold on to me You don't want me for yourself so let me find somebody else Set me free why don't cha babe Get out my life why don't cha babe (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) 'Cause you don't really love me You just keep me hangin' on Why don't cha be a man about it and set me free (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) Now you don't care a thing about me You're just using me, hey, abusing me Get out, get out of my life And let me sleep at night (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) 'Cause you don't really love me You just keep me hangin' on (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

Wouldn't be the first time.

“Night, Leah,” Trese said. Dani mumbled something that sounded similar. “Night, Trese. Night, Dani.” The door to her apartments opened. Stepping inside, she made her way to the standing mirror. She looked her reflection over. Smudges of dirt were on her suit and her boots. She stripped off her glove and tossed it in a clothes basket. She turned enough to see the rent in her hose. “Those are a write off.” Electricity arced across her body. Sparx's uniform was replaced by the dress she had on at the gallery. Giving her uniform hanging from her hand the once-over, she pulled the tights out. The uniform went into the basket with her glove. The tights sailed for the trash can. With a slight discharge of her power, Leah propped her boots up next to the closet door. She stepped out of her heels and left those beside her boots. She ached, but she wasn't tired. Leah poured herself a glass of wine and headed for a chair, picking up Jason's book from where she had left it before being called out. She took a drink and set the glass on a the table beside her chair. Curling up in the chair, Leah ran her fingers over the plastic sealing the book within. The book was over-sized. Easily what would be referred to as a “coffee table book”. Thick and heavy. Breaking the seal and pulling the book out, Leah opened the front cover. Jason had signed it, “For my Elvgren girl.” Leah smiled. The label inside the cover showed it was copy two. Turning the flyleaf, Jason's sketch for her was her done in Elvgren's pinup style. She was stretched out on a tiger-skin rug. Her robe was sheer, barely concealing anything. Sheer stockings that matched the robe, covered her legs. One hand played with her hair. She was smiling. “Mentor, I need a frame for this.” “I will see to it,” the AI said. “Thank you.” Leah began turning the pages, studying the art on one page and reading what Jason had to say about it on the other. She lost track of time. Her wine glass was nearing empty when Leah realized music was playing. Her door chime sounded. She got up, set the book on her chair, and went to the door. When it opened, for a moment everything felt wrong. Jason stood in the hallway. “Would you like to come in?” she asked. Crossing her threshold, Jason asked, “What are you up to?” “I was just flipping through your book. Looking for paintings of me,” she said with a smile. “What brings you here this...morning, I guess?” “You,” he answered, stepping close. Leah's breath caught in her throat. Jason pulled her close and began kissing her demandingly. Possessively. His hand moved her skirt to the side. Cupping her butt, he lifted her. Pinning her against the wall, Leah moaned when Jason entered her.

Figured Vacuum's real name would be Kirby Hoover.

Somewhere there is a crime happening.

“Lights. Low,” Ash said, dropping onto a couch. “I think I'm going to sleep for a week. Since he's here, someone pencil in Jason for breakfast duty.” “It's your turn,” Psistorm said, stripping off her Guardians jacket. “Why do you think she wants Jason penciled in?” Sparx said with a smirk. She sidled up to the bar, laid her arms on it, made fists, and rested her head there. “Only a week, Ash? I ache.” “It was a simple weld job,” Nightwing said. With a click, he removed his cowl. He stepped behind the bar, took down a couple of glasses and a bottle. He poured whiskey into one and set it in front of Sparx. She glanced at it with one eye. “Pass.” Nightwing shrugged and drank it down. Ringer said, “That was fun.” Sparx groaned. “Oh, sure, 'Little Miss Perfect',” Psistorm teased. Pulling her mask off, Jenny grinned at Psistorm. A compartment on the table in front of her opened up to reveal her glasses. “Thanks, Mentor.” “You are welcome, Jenny.” Hellfire sat next to Psistorm. “That was a nice dance you did, Jen. I'm glad you didn't get hurt.” She glanced at Sparx and grinned. “Hey, Sparx.” “Yeah?” Hellfire got up and moved behind Sparx. “You got a hole in your uniform.” “Where?” Hellfire pulled a glove off and poked Sparx through the run in her tights. “Dani,” she said, turning around. “That's my ass.” Hellfire's grin went wider. “Ask me nicely and I'll make it my ass for the rest of the night.” “You're obnoxious.” “You love me,” Hellfire teased. “Yes, I do. You're still obnoxious,” Sparx said, hugging Hellfire. “Some other time.” Hellfire pouted. “You are one of the few people that keep turning me down. You're going to give me a complex.” “Team slut,” Nightwing said, not exactly quietly. Hellfire pushed away from Sparx and glared at Nightwing. “What did you call me?” “You heard me.” Eyes flashing with flame, Nightwing's glass erupted. “You have just guaranteed that you never will. You want to know the difference between us, Michaels? I know everyone I have ever been with. I know their names and I respect them.” Tossing the glass into the small bar sink, Nightwing said, “I'm a guy.” “I can fix that,” Hellfire snarled. “In fact I can fix it so that Momma Michaels' stupidest won't ever breed.” “Cool down, Dani,” Psistorm said. “Brad, grow up.”

NND defined as spinning them until they get sick.