[Stargate: Drabble] "Preparation" [John/Rodney, G]
Title: Preparation
Author: Ami Ven
Rating: G
Word Count: 350
Prompt: very late Christmas present for goddess47
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing(s): John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Summary: “If you really must know, I’m meditating.”
Preparation
“What’cha doin’?” John asked, with a teasing smile in his voice.
Rodney had moved one of the large squashy couch pillows to the floor by the doors to the balcony and was sitting cross-legged on it, hands on his knees and eyes closed.
“If you really must know,” he said, “I’m meditating.”
“Meditating?” John repeated. “Did you lose a bet with Teyla?”
“No,” Rodney snapped, opening his eyes as his expression shifted from relaxed to annoyed. “I was just… It’s my New Year’s resolution.”
John settled on the floor in front of him, no cushion at all like the loose-limbed show-off that he was. “I thought you said they were stupid.”
“They are stupid. Which, for the record, I’ll admit, is what I said about meditating.”
“And yet…”
“This isn’t meditating.” Rodney said. At John’s arched eyebrow, he added, “Okay, it is, but not like that. None of that clear your mind, listen to the sound of one hand clapping, you are the wind beneath my wings crap.”
“Pretty sure that last one is from a song,” said John. “But, okay, what is this, then?”
Rodney took a deep breath. “I want to be prepared. With your ancient gene and your proclivity for Ancient ‘sharing’-”
“Please, can we just forget that?” John interrupted. “We’re married, I pick you, McKay, every time.”
“I know,” he said, moving one hand to his husband’s knee. “That’s why I’m preparing. All signs indicate that you’ll be able to Ascend, and I want to be able to go with you. So, I’ve put aside an hour every week, crises permitting, to sit and… center myself. Know myself. So that someday, I can Ascend, too. Because just one lifetime together would never be enough.”
John blinked at him for a moment, then surged forward to kiss him fiercely. “I love you,” he said.
Rodney smiled back, then scowled. “You’re distracting me. Now, I’ll have to start over.”
“Nah. Making out is like meditating, right?”
“Wrong,” said Rodney, but he pulled John in for one more lingering kiss before pushing him firmly back toward the door.
THE END
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Author: Ami Ven
Rating: G
Word Count: 350
Prompt: very late Christmas present for goddess47
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing(s): John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Summary: “If you really must know, I’m meditating.”
Preparation
“What’cha doin’?” John asked, with a teasing smile in his voice.
Rodney had moved one of the large squashy couch pillows to the floor by the doors to the balcony and was sitting cross-legged on it, hands on his knees and eyes closed.
“If you really must know,” he said, “I’m meditating.”
“Meditating?” John repeated. “Did you lose a bet with Teyla?”
“No,” Rodney snapped, opening his eyes as his expression shifted from relaxed to annoyed. “I was just… It’s my New Year’s resolution.”
John settled on the floor in front of him, no cushion at all like the loose-limbed show-off that he was. “I thought you said they were stupid.”
“They are stupid. Which, for the record, I’ll admit, is what I said about meditating.”
“And yet…”
“This isn’t meditating.” Rodney said. At John’s arched eyebrow, he added, “Okay, it is, but not like that. None of that clear your mind, listen to the sound of one hand clapping, you are the wind beneath my wings crap.”
“Pretty sure that last one is from a song,” said John. “But, okay, what is this, then?”
Rodney took a deep breath. “I want to be prepared. With your ancient gene and your proclivity for Ancient ‘sharing’-”
“Please, can we just forget that?” John interrupted. “We’re married, I pick you, McKay, every time.”
“I know,” he said, moving one hand to his husband’s knee. “That’s why I’m preparing. All signs indicate that you’ll be able to Ascend, and I want to be able to go with you. So, I’ve put aside an hour every week, crises permitting, to sit and… center myself. Know myself. So that someday, I can Ascend, too. Because just one lifetime together would never be enough.”
John blinked at him for a moment, then surged forward to kiss him fiercely. “I love you,” he said.
Rodney smiled back, then scowled. “You’re distracting me. Now, I’ll have to start over.”
“Nah. Making out is like meditating, right?”
“Wrong,” said Rodney, but he pulled John in for one more lingering kiss before pushing him firmly back toward the door.
THE END
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