[Stargate: Drabble] "My Whole Life Depends" [John/Rodney, G]
Title: My Whole Life Depends
Prompt: writerverse challenge #06 do the shuffle
Song: “Never My Love” (by The Association)
Word Count: 161
Rating: G
Fandom or Original: Stargate Atlantis
Pairings: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Setting: very post-episode tag to “The Last Man”
Summary: “Within eighteen months’ certainty, I am exactly the same age now as I would have been when I made the hologram in that alternate timeline.”
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
My Whole Life Depends
“Seriously, Sheppard, are you ever going to tell me?” Rodney stopped at the foot of their bed, holding up the sock he hadn’t been able to find the match for yet. “Because I’ve done the calculations, you know. And within eighteen months’ certainty, I am exactly the same age now as I would have been when I made the hologram in that alternate timeline.”
John slowly put a scrap of paper in his book to mark the page. He’d tried not to think about the hologram much, since then, old-Rodney, as he thought of him, who’d given up his whole life to get John back to his.
But watching Rodney, in his battered cardigan, his thinning hair and lined face, he could see how alike they were, how easily his Rodney could have ended up like old-Rodney without him there with him.
“You look much sexier than the hologram,” John said, grinning, and caught the sock Rodney threw at his head.
THE END
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Prompt: writerverse challenge #06 do the shuffle
Song: “Never My Love” (by The Association)
Word Count: 161
Rating: G
Fandom or Original: Stargate Atlantis
Pairings: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Setting: very post-episode tag to “The Last Man”
Summary: “Within eighteen months’ certainty, I am exactly the same age now as I would have been when I made the hologram in that alternate timeline.”
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
My Whole Life Depends
“Seriously, Sheppard, are you ever going to tell me?” Rodney stopped at the foot of their bed, holding up the sock he hadn’t been able to find the match for yet. “Because I’ve done the calculations, you know. And within eighteen months’ certainty, I am exactly the same age now as I would have been when I made the hologram in that alternate timeline.”
John slowly put a scrap of paper in his book to mark the page. He’d tried not to think about the hologram much, since then, old-Rodney, as he thought of him, who’d given up his whole life to get John back to his.
But watching Rodney, in his battered cardigan, his thinning hair and lined face, he could see how alike they were, how easily his Rodney could have ended up like old-Rodney without him there with him.
“You look much sexier than the hologram,” John said, grinning, and caught the sock Rodney threw at his head.
THE END
Current Mood:
busy