Thursdays are for thinking about First Times

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Hello, everyone. I’m squidgiepdx and today's theme is First Times. Now here's the thing - the prompt "first time" can literally be anything. Like the first time John Sheppard went on an away mission without Rodney McKay, and missed his snoring. Or the first time someone - not Steve McGarrett - said, "Boom 'em, Danno," and Danny Williams realized that no - that's something Steve can say but nobody else. Or you can go with what I associate first times with, and that's intimacy. Like the first time William Poindexter kisses a man, or the first time Ransom and Holster hook up. If you can describe it as a first time, then be the first to prompt it here today!

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Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, When John & others get back from an away mission, he won't say that he hated that Rodney wasn't there, but he won't let go of Rodney that night, either.
+ Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, "No, McGarrett gets to say that, not you."
+ Check, Please!, Any/Any, The first time the two characters kiss in front of others

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Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, When John & others get back from an away mission (first time without Rodney), he won't say that he hated that Rodney wasn't there, but he won't let go of Rodney that night, either.

Fill 1/2: Bonus Teyla, Ronon & Sam (Warning for mention of attempted non-con)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

John stalked through the Gate, skin feeling like it was stretched too tight over his bones. He needed to get out of his tac vest, out of his uniform, and into the shower. As soon as fucking possible.

“Colonel,” Sam said. “We need to –”

Teyla neatly cut in and started talking to her, subtly moving her in the opposite direction. John made a beeline for the transporter; whatever expression was on his face backing people off without him having to say anything. Ronon glared at anyone who was feeling brave enough to approach.

“Thanks,” John managed to get out through clenched teeth.

The door slid shut before almost immediately sliding back open again, depositing John not far from his doorstep. Once he was inside his quarters, he felt he could get a little of his breath back.

“What the hell happened?” Rodney asked. “You look like shit.”

“Later.”

John started shedding his clothes, making his way unerringly to the bathroom. The shower kicked on before he was even through the door, and he mentally adjusted it hotter than he normally liked. He stepped under the water, hissing a bit until he got used to the sting of it, and braced himself against the wall so the spray hit him right between the shoulder blades.

“Ronon said things went sideways,” Rodney said hesitantly, standing just outside the shower.

“How’s your hand?” John countered.

“My fingers are still broken, if that’s what you’re asking. They didn’t magically repair themselves while you were gone.”

The water, and Rodney’s familiar snarky tone, helped John let go of some of the tension in his shoulders. His jaw was sore from all the clenching.

There’d been an accident during some ‘jumper maintenance, and Rodney had broken two of the fingers on his dominant hand. Everyone had agreed he should hang back in Atlantis, that John, Teyla, and Ronon could handle what was supposed to be a milk run without him. If the mission had been first contact, they’d have stood down until Rodney was able to go with them.

Just a milk run. Was that even really a thing in Pegasus?

“Do you want me to come in? The hand’s been waterproofed, you know.”

Did John want Rodney to join him in the shower? Just five minutes ago he’d have said no.

“Yeah.”

Rodney didn’t waste any time shucking his clothes. He yelped when he got in, and John mentally turned the hot water down. Rodney burned easily.

“Are you trying to parboil yourself? It’s not a good look, you know.”

In the next moment Rodney was soaping John up, washing his back and shoulders with brisk, capable hands. No coddling. No caresses. For all that people complained how socially unaware he could be – and he really, really could – with John, Rodney always knew what to do.

John let out a deep breath and widened his stance as Rodney soaped up his thighs, his calves, his ass. There was nothing sensual about it, because that’s not what John needed. He needed to feel clean.

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Stargate Multiverse, Any, first day of public declassification of the SGC

Filled on AO3: + Spooks

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/33213052

[squidgiepdx]

Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, "No, McGarrett gets to say that, not you."

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Midsomer Murders, Tom or John Barnaby (your choice), first unsolved case

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Check, Please!, Dex/Nursey, first major hockey injury

Filled! Check, Please! Nursey/Dex + others, "Your What Now?"

[squidgiepdx]

"Your what now?" Shitty asked as Bitty screamed at practically the top of his lungs, "Derek Malik Nurse!"

Derek felt his face go flush as the registration nurse looked at them with disinterest. Derek squirmed for a minute, but Will, who was high on pain killers, tugged on Derek's sleeve. "You're on your own for this one, babe," Will said as someone with "TRANSPORT" on their namebadge showed up. "I'm on drugs," Will said quite giddily. "Did they tell you I've been given drugs?"

The transporter looked about as disinterested as the registration nurse did. "I'll just take him back for X-Rays," he said, then turned Will's wheelchair around and started off.

"That was my husband," Will said, his voice carrying even as he disappeared down the corridor. "Isn't he pretty? He's in so much trouble right now..."

Betrayed by his own husband. Well, and that was the whole problem, wasn't it?

"It's chill," Derek said when the registration clerk dismissed them, though the expression on their friend's faces said it was anything but chill. He took a deep breath as eyes bored though his chest. "So, like, we were going to tell you?"

Bitty sucked his teeth accusingly, then shook his head. "Telling your friends that you got married is, maybe, something you should have done, oh, I don't know when you got married, maybe?"

"Yeah, bro," Lardo said. "Like, you know we would have been there."

The only way Derek could feel worse was if Chowder was there, but Chowder was at his own pre-season debut game with the Schooners. But Derek knew that he'd never hear the end of it once Chowder found out.

"So, like," he said as he looked over his friends's glares, "we just got married a couple of days ago in case anything happened to Will during a game. So that," he gestured with flailing arms, "if something like this happened, I'd be able to take care of him. Legally."

"Oh," Shitty said. "So act of logic, not act of passion." When Derek nodded, Shitty added, "So it was Will's idea then."

"Yeah," Derek replied, but a split second later, sputtered. "Wait, wait. If it's logical and Will did it, it's okay? But if it was a spur of the moment, passion thing, I did it and it's not okay?"

"Duh," Lardo replied as Shitty, Eric, and Jack nodded their heads.

"That is so not chill," Derek replied.

"Neither is getting three of your teeth knocked out in your first NHL game," Jack replied. He looked at Derek. "He's never gotten injured until now, has he?"

Derek, whose arm still ached from time to time from when he broke it playing for Samwell, nodded. "And let's hope it's his last."

As they all took a seat to wait for Will, Derek realized that he and Will were surrounded by their amazing friends. He should have told them, but when your boyfriend - husband - is about to make his NHL debut, life comes at you fast.

He was still contemplating his life when Bitty's words brought him out of his thoughts. "So what kind of pie do y'all want when we have your reception?" He leaned close and looked Derek square in the eye. "Because we are having a reception, Derek," he said in his scary captain voice. "Mark my words."

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Check, Please!, Any/Any, The first time the two characters kiss in front of others

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Astro, Any, first time in America

Fill 1/3: Jinwoo POV, side dose of Binwoo, random canon cameo, oops this ran long

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

They were standing in line at customs, passports and documents in hand, exhausted. They were all capable of sleeping anywhere at any time if they had a moment, and Jinwoo was genuinely concerned that Myungjun might fall asleep standing up. Minhyuk slid closer to Myungjun, and Myungjun tipped his head onto Minhyuk’s shoulder, eyes slipping closed.

When it was finally their turn, eight of them clustered in front of the customs and control officer’s booth, manager and interpreter with them.

The woman butchered pretty much all of their names, but her smile was pleasant, and she seemed to understand that they were tired.

“Business or pleasure?” she asked when it was Jinwoo’s turn.

“Both,” he said, because this was their first world tour, and while making and performing music was his job, they’d get to sightsee and try new things.

“Enjoy your visit,” the woman said, handing his passport back. “Welcome to America.”

Jinwoo bobbed his head automatically at her even though he knew that people in America didn’t bow to each other, and then he shuffled off to the other side of the customs line to wait for the rest of his teammates.

“I’m hungry,” Bin said, which was no surprise even though they’d all eaten on the plane and carried extra snacks besides.

“There’s a Koreatown, right?” Myungjun mumbled, clinging onto Bin while Minhyuk was still with the interpreter and customs officer. “I want some bibimbap.”

Dongmin frowned. “We’re in Los Angeles. We should eat something that’s a local specialty.”

Myungjun tugged on Bin’s sleeve and pouted. “Give me yukhoe bibimbap!”

He must have been so tired; he could barely keep his eyes open.

“We’re going for burgers,” Manager said. “I found a place near the hotel that’s well-rated but relatively quiet. Plus it’s later in the day than when most Americans have lunch, so you’ll be undisturbed while you eat.”

Jinwoo knew chances of them being recognized in LA were better than in other places, which had smaller Korean populations, but generally chances of them being recognized were low. He appreciated Manager’s thoughtfulness in giving them a chance to have a nice meal undisturbed after such a long flight.

Once all of them were done with customs, it was on to baggage claim, and finally to the van that was waiting for them.

They piled in, and Jinwoo was glad it was a comfortable vehicle, with plush leather seats. Minhyuk immediately set to messing with the television to try to find them something to watch on the drive into the city, but the menus were all in English, and Dongmin was too tired to focus on helping him.

“Look, it’s a used car lot!” Myungjun said, pointing out the window.

“They have those here,” Jinwoo said.

“I saw one of those in Transformers,” Bin said.

Myungjun pressed his face close to the window. “There are so many cars!”

Everything in America was...bigger. Buildings taller. More spread apart. Most of the people were bigger, too, taller and stronger-looking. Jinwoo was the shortest on the team, but he wasn’t used to feeling small, and he didn’t like it.

At least he could understand English pretty well, compared to most of them (except Dongmin, who could understand it and speak it much better).

Jinwoo looked out the window and huffed. “Hyung, that’s a parking lot.”

“Oh,” Myungjun said, and the others laughed.

They were all exhausted. Bin, Jinwoo, and Sanha were slumped on the back bench, singing nursery rhymes to keep themselves awake while Manager talked to the driver via the interpreter.

The burger restaurant was on a bustling street downtown somewhere that wasn’t quite Los Angeles proper. It was dimly-lit, and the interpreter asked the hostess to seat them in a back corner -- it was even darker -- before she had Manager departed to get a quick bite to eat elsewhere on their way to do more tour business.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, any/any, first offworld wedding ceremony

Fill: Ronon + OFC + McShep

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“Of course, the princess must marry only the strongest,” the random courtier said.

John eyed the girl sitting high on the dais above them, resplendent in silks, reclining on a mountain of pillows while two servants held a massive canopy over her and two more fanned her.

She didn’t look like she cared about, well, anything.

John cleared his throat. “Well, the strongest among us is --”

“Ronon, of course,” Rodney burst out.

John blinked. Well, that was technically true, but --

“You don’t mind, do you, Ronon?” Rodney asked.

Ronon shrugged. “It’s just a single night, not a permanent marriage.”

Rodney practically shoved him toward the dais steps. “Congrats. Break a leg. All that.”

“Break a leg?” John echoed, but then the rest of the courtiers were herding John, Rodney, and Teyla back toward the banquet hall to await the celebration of the marriage, which came...after consummation?

When in Rome, John supposed.

“You know,” he said to Rodney in a low voice, “I’m pretty strong too.”

“Under no circumstances are you going to sleep with an alien princess,” Rodney hissed.

“Why not?” John asked, amused, though he’d been planning on suggesting that one of the local me duel Ronon (and Ronon throw the duel) so he could have the honor, as the strongest.

“Because you’re mine,” Rodney snapped, and snatched up a glass of wine.

Teyla stayed his hand and tested it for citrus first, and then Rodney drained the glass.

Later, while he was tipsy, John said, “So, I’m yours, huh?”

“Yeah. What’re you gonna do about it?” Rodney slurred.

John smiled. “Let you know that you’re mine too.”

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Letterkenny, Wayne/Daryl, The first person to find out about Wayne & Darry

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Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, The first time Watson upstages Holmes (and wow, does Sherlock have a competency kink?)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Prodigal Son, Edrisa Tanaka, first autopsy

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard +/ Rodney McKay, the first time Rodney played piano for John

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett + Grace Williams, the first time she called him Step-Steve

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

BBC Robin Hood, Much + Guy of Gisborne, the first time Much bested Guy in a practice duel

Fill:

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

“Much,” Guy said, “I know I’ve been ill this winter, but the only way I’m going to recover my full fitness is if I practise. And I’m not going to get better if you keep letting me win. So, put your whole effort into this next duel.”

Much looked lovingly at Guy. He was aware how much being ill had taken it out of him, and he was trying not to let the man over-exert himself. Nevertheless, Much threw himself into the duel.

It wasn’t long before Guy was defeated and looking thoroughly downhearted. “You know, I think I liked it better when you let me win,” he admitted. “At least then I felt like I was making some progress!”

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

The Untamed, Wei Wuxian/Lan Wangji, the first time they catch their son kissing his lover

Fill: Wei Wuxian/Lan Wangji, first time they catch their son kissing his lover (Lan Sizhui POV)

[selenic76.livejournal.com]

“Lan Sizhui, Lan Jingyi,” the deceptively calm voice of Lan Wangji called out, “What do you think you are you doing?”

Sizhui froze mid kiss, his mouth planted firmly on Jingyi’s and his hands still buried in the other’s tousled hair with the clan headband tangled into his fingers. It took a few seconds longer for Jingyi to catch up to the situation, but once he did, the speed at which he stood up from the bed and straightened his appearance was frightening.

Turning slowly to look at his fathers—Lan Wangji standing in the middle of Sizhui’s room looking as stern as ever, while Wei Wuxian remained leaning against the doorjamb, grinning approvingly.

To Sizhui’s horror, he was too stunned to remember that Jingyi had this habit of speaking his mind even in front of someone like Lan Wangji.

“We were kissing, Hanguang Jun,” Jingyi replied, bowing deeply, and being at least mindful enough to use the honorific title. “That is what people do when they are in love.” Sizhui heard Wei Wuxian barely stifle a snicker.

“I am aware,” Lan Wangji replied, not really sounding angry, but more... teacherly? “My inquiry was not aimed at the action itself but the technique.” Now that he dared to take a better look, Sizhui noticed his father was did not appear reproachful, but more concerned. Jingyi also lifted his head a bit, looking confused but curious.

“What my dear husband means,” Wei Wuxian interrupted, stepping beside Lan Wangji and giving him a big smooch on the cheek—which after a year of being married only got a slight crinkling of brow in return. Lan Wangji might be loving and passionate towards his soulmate, but preferably not in public.

“Is that you’re doing it wrong,” Wei Wuxian finished, flashing them a radiant smile. “Should we give them a demonstration?” he asked Lan Wangji teasingly, fingers tracing the cloud pattern on the lapel of his robe in a manner that caused Sizhui to blush and look away.

“No!” Lan Wangji and Sizhui hastily answered in unison, followed by a slightly hopeful “Yes?” from Jingyi. While Sizhui did agree that maybe their kissing had been more on the passionate side than experienced, the thought of his fathers giving them a visual lesson made his face red as a ripe apple.

“Since you have such a talent for talking,” Lan Wangji told Wei Wuxian before turning to leave, “I believe you are more than capable explaining things through words alone.” There was a hint of red colouring the tips of his ears, a feat that only Wei Wuxian could achieve. He walked to the door, stopping there for a moment.

“Finding your zhījǐ is a blessing, Ah-Yuan,” Lan Wangji said softly, glancing at Wei Wuxian with that certain warmth reserved only for his soulmate. “Treasure each other.” Then, in a flash of white robes he was gone.

“We will, father,” Sizhui said quietly in the silence, smiling. His father did not need to hear his answer to know what it would be.

“We will, father!” Jingyi shouted loud enough for the whole dormitory to hear, bowing at the doorway and grinning ear to ear. “I will treasure your son for all my life and mphh hm mm mph hh mmm!” Sizhui finally managed to get over his shock and move, covering Jingyi’s mouth with his hand before anything more spilled out. Wei Wuxian burst out laughing, unable to hold his amusement in any longer.

“Ah-Yuan, and you, cheeky little imp,” he said, smiling and pointing at each in turn, and then he rushed over and pulled them into a crushing hug. “Lan Zhan and I are both happy for you, you know that right?”

“Mm,” both boys answered with what little breath they had left.

“But now,” Wei Wuxian said, pulling back and giving them a mischievous look, “it’s time for your lesson on kissing.” Sizhui could already feel himself blushing again, but Jingyi’s eyes brightened at the prospect. Yet Sizhui couldn’t be happier. He had his soulmate, and he had the two best fathers in the world.

“You see, you’re not just supposed to smush your mouths together,” Wei Wuxian began, leading them to sit on the edge of the bed, and Sizhui could feel they were in for a lengthy lecture. “To start with, there are a lot more intricate ways to kiss, like for example...”

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

MI-5/Spooks, Lucas North +/ Adam Carter, the first time Lucas meets Wes

Fill

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

“Hi, Wes,” Lucas began somewhat hesitantly.

Wes grunted but said nothing, so Adam said, “I’m going to make some coffee and hot chocolate. I’ll be back in a few minutes.

Wes looked at Lucas critically, before saying, “So you’re the reason I’ll be going to Grandma and Grandad every other week from now on.”

“What? Why?”

“That’s what they’ve told me. You’re why I had to go to them last weekend, and why Dad won’t take me to the medieval fair, for which he got tickets ages ago, so they’ve said they’ll take me. Even though I can see they don’t want to.”

“Your dad was in hospital last weekend,” Lucas exclaimed. Then, with a dawning sense of guilt, he realised Wes hadn’t known. He hurriedly added, “But he’s all right now!” but it was too late, Wes had rushed out of the room.

He heard Wes saying to Adam, “Lucas says you were hurt. What happened? Are you okay now?”

“I’m all right now,” Adam replied, “but I have to take things a bit easy for a while, that’s all. Your grandparents said it would be better if you weren’t told. Let’s take the tray through so we can have our drinks.”

“There are four mugs. And only three of us.”

“Yes, but Lucas won’t be able to decide whether to have coffee or hot chocolate, so I’ve made him both.”

As Adam entered the room he stumbled, and Lucas grabbed the tray and put it on the table.

“You could have called, and I’d have carried it for you,” Lucas said.

“Is your leg why I have to go to the medieval fair with Grandma and Grandad next week?” Wes asked.

“I told them I’d still take you, but they thought you’d enjoy it more with them,” Adam replied. “I won’t be able to stand for as long.”

“I can come, if that will help,” Lucas said. “But only if Wes is happy with that.”

“I’d like that very much,” Wes said. “I like you. You’re honest with me.”

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, any, first time mastering a skill

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Marvel Cinematic Universe, Bucky Barnes +/ Any, his first time thinking of himself as 'Bucky' again after everything that happened

No fill but this is so going on the list

[canonisrelative.livejournal.com]

Cuz ahhhhhhh my feels

[templefugate.livejournal.com]

DC, any Robin, first time jumping off a skyscraper

[templefugate.livejournal.com]

Any, any F/F, first time holding hands in public

[templefugate.livejournal.com]

MCU, Sam Wilson, first flight

[templefugate.livejournal.com]

The Baby-Sitter's Club, Claudia Kishi, first day of high school

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

any, any, first time streaking

[bleodswean.livejournal.com]

Robin Hood (2010)

They had been there just a sennight. Branded outlaws and even the mead couldn’t soften the sting.

It was a lark, a prank, a bit of frivolity in decidedly unfrivolous times. The grown men had caught it from the boys, once they all entered the Greenwood and made a merry band of men and women and children.

None would lay claim to the shenanigans later, but at the time, it struck them as quite harmless; but not a one knew that Lady Marian was bathing with the maidens.

Robin was teaching the craft of whittling arrows and the Friar was querying the identification of the queen in the hive when the first buxomly lass ran through camp screeching out Little John’s name. The younger boys clapped their hands over their eyes, while the older adopted the look of snare-caught rabbits. Robin leaped to his feet and had his bow unslung and an arrow cocked before he heard the laughter and realized the runner hadn’t a stitch of clothing on her body. He met Tuck’s gaze across the way, both incredulous, as another lass - naked as the day she arrived - sped by hollering bloody murder.

It was the third, fist raised, soaking wet and in her altogether who managed to collar Will that revealed the deed. The lot of their clothing, sacques and petticoats and shawls, had mysteriously disappeared from the low hanging branch of the oak that towered above the deep elbow of stream where they all did their washing up.

A scramble was on for the pilfered items, with howls of indignant outrage and peals of laughter when the camp went silent as the grave. Another woman, nude but save the long blonde locks covering her breasts, walked into the shade of the Major Oak they lived beneath. Head held high, eyes bright and mouth gently pursed.

She passed by them all, the grace of the untried doe, and ducked into the bower that was her home now.

Queen, thought Robin, shaking his head in admiration of the woman but also of the naked loins as she passed him by.

[templefugate.livejournal.com]

Any, any, first job

Fill 1/2: Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard + OCs

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Summer, 1983

John had his first big fight with his father the summer he turned sixteen.

“I want to get a job.”

“I’m glad you’re showing some initiative,” Patrick Sheppard said. “But the best thing you can do is represent this family in a positive way. Hang out with your friends at the country club. Play some golf. Networking is just as important to your future career.”

But John had no interest in hanging around the country club with all the other rich kids. He wanted something different. So, despite the amount of yelling his father did and all the threats to cut out his allowance and take away his car, John got a job at the public pool as a lifeguard.

It wasn’t glamorous – occasionally they had to clear the pool because someone puked in it, or worse – but he really liked it. None of the kids at the public pool had to worry about making a good showing of the family name. Instead, they ran around and had splash fights and ate fried dough from the concession stand. There were still girls lounging in skimpy bathing suits to get the boys to notice them, and plenty of boys showing off for the girls on the diving board, but it was different.

John blew his whistle. “No jumping!” he shouted at the kid who kept insisting on doing cannonballs off the side of the pool.

“Hey, Johnny.”

He looked down from the lifeguard stand at Wendy DeMaris, who was a frequent visitor when he was on shift and couldn’t hide in the staff-only lounge. She was wearing a bright blue bikini and lots of matching eyeshadow.

“Hey,” he said, turning his attention back on the pool.

“Some of us are getting tickets for The Police in November. They’re playing up at U-Knox.

“Uh huh.”

“And I thought you might like to come with us.”

John shrugged. “I’m more of a country guy.”

It had started as another little way to get back at his dad, who didn’t care at all for country music, but John had become an ardent fan of Johnny Cash, who just seemed to get that the world sucked sometimes.

“Are you sure? I mean, everyone loves Sting, right?”

“Thanks anyway.” John blew his whistle again. “If I have tell you no jumping one more time, you’re out!”

Wendy sighed and wandered back to her little group of girlfriends. John knew he should be flattered that a girl as pretty as Wendy was into him, but there was something really wrong with him because it was Hank Franklin he couldn’t stop looking at.

Hank was a couple years older than John, and did most of the maintenance around the pool, which he was only allowed to swim in after hours. Hank had dark, dark skin, close-cropped black hair, and when he had his shirt off displayed muscles in places John hadn’t even known a person could have them.

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Breakfast with Scot, Eric McNally/Sam Miller, Turns out the 'just one time' harboring of a buddy of Scot's for 'just one night' was just the first of many friends and many nights.