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So, I subscribed to the cuteoverload LJ feed, and while I have to admit that the pictures do a lot for my blood pressure (World Peace Through Cute Overload, yo), I have this horrible fear that I'll end up writing fic where - oh, say Jayne/Simon turn into gerbils or something and spend a lot of time making cozy nests and being carried around in
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Major Sheppard shrugs. Something about Atlantis reacts with his fur, leaving it full of static and standing on end. No one else has this problem - Rodney wouldn't be surprised if Sheppard has been rubbing against Atlantis's walls, bonding with the city in a freakish way.
Also, Sheppard's ears are unnaturally long, and he lets them hang forward sometimes. It's completely different from the rest of the military personnel, whose upright ears are perfect and alert and they make Rodney tired to even look at.
Sheppard's ears should be a welcome sight, by comparison. Instead, they're oddly distracting.
"We'll get the botanists on it, McKay. It's not the end of the world." He arches slightly as one foot idly scratches behind his left ear. "We'll have a couple kinds of grasses by the end of the week."
Overly optimistic, but Rodney doesn't say anything. He can't stop watching Sheppard's casual grooming. Anyone would think he was a Lepus californicus.
"Sir!" Ford bounces up to them. "Colonel Sumner wants to see you about - we're going through the 'gate!" He twitches his nose at McKay, one of his back feet thumping against the floor. "Hey doc! How's the power situation? And did you see the ships that -"
"Yes, yes," Rodney says, flicking his ears forward. "I saw the Gateships. And no, I haven't found a solution to the power situation yet because Sheppard here keeps running off and forgetting that some of us need him to help turn things on and wonderful, now he's heading offworld, and that just makes everything -"
"McKay is distracted because he hates alfalfa cubes," Sheppard says, smirking. His teeth gleam.
"Wrong, wrong, so very wrong, Major, I love alfalfa cubes. I also like those dried pellets that your pathetic military calls 'emergency rations'. Efficient, healthy, bland, and when they're stale they help keep my teeth in check. What more could a hare want?"
Ford gapes at him, and Sheppard lazily scratches his nose. Finally, Sheppard shrugs again. "Guess I'll head out to confer with my pathetic military establishment. Coming, Ford?"
They go, and Rodney tells himself he's not watching Sheppard's casual, relaxed hop down the hall.
After a few moments, he shakes his head, looking around him again. Atlantis is pretty - blues and greys and clean lines. But - no fields. Rodney still can't believe it. Even the SGC had cultivated fields of grass on the surface, ready for grazing when the personnel felt hungry.
Who would land a city in the middle of the ocean?
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Oh, yay! Yeah, I was thinking, he would be thumping that foot. A lot! So enthusiastic and interested. I miss Ford :(
Thank you for reading this piece of cracked-out weirdness!
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Apparently I'm going through a phase. Last week it was apocalypses (apocalypsi?), this week it's fuzzy things. Next week? WHO KNOWS!
How am I supposed to get anything done today if my mind is filled with grumpy!bunny!Rodney and sleepy!floaty!Parrish/Lorne?
It'll help! Because it totally puts you in a good mood which = increased productivity! For real!
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nd I love the way you translated their personalities to rabbit-ness
Eeek! Thank you!
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