The longest time
Title: The longest time
Author: Anyanka_eg
Rating: PG
Pairing: McShep
Summary: He could hang on. Just for another hour.
An hour. That's all he had to wait. One. Single. Hour.
He wasn't sure he was going to last that long though. The wait might just kill him. Might do what the Wraith and the Genii and god knows what else in this stupid galaxy had tried and failed at. God, it was insane.
He turned and paced back across the cramped room.
The SGC had, of course, abandoned them in the end, just like he knew they would. They could have used the gate but they didn't. A waste of resources Landry and said. And Rodney wanted to rail against the inequity of that but a data burst didn't really allow for a satisfying exchange of views.
Sheppard called it arguing.
And he, that bastard, was out there, on his own somewhere, leaving Rodney to pace and fret on his own. He wanted to do something, anything, to make the time pass. Maybe a drink, but there was only more of that vile sort of coffee-ish tea from the planet Thraag, or whatever the hell the locals called it, and he wanted to scream god damn it because it was unbearable.
He took a deep breath and held it.
He'd faced an Uber-Wraith with no more than a hand gun. He'd rebuilt the engines of an ancient warship with a super volcano breathing down his neck. He could damn well do this.
Fifty five minutes.
The Daedalus would come steaming into port and it'd be over. He would be able to relax, maybe crack open one of the bottles of Molson's he'd been hoarding and finally let go for the first time in nearly four weeks. The whole city, with the notable exception of the morons who didn't understand the enormity of the situation, had been on edge for so long they were almost remembering the Wraith siege with a certain fondness.
He blew out the breath and sat down.
The door swooshed open and John, sweaty and out of breath from his run, slipped into the room. He grinned at Rodney as he crossed to the bathroom.
“When I'm done in here, you want to go watch the Daedalus land?” he shouted as he turned on the shower. “There's already a few people there.”
Oh god, the bastards were going to get there before him. Maybe he should leave now, let Sheppard catch up with him later, because there was no way he was going to miss out to those sniveling idiots who worked for him.
“Hey,” John said, suddenly right next to him. “I'll make sure you're head of the queue.”
“You will?” Rodney asked, genuinely surprised.
“Of course. Having the military commander as you boyfriend has to have some perks, doesn't it?” John answered, smiling that smile that made Rodney feel all mushy and girlish inside, and he so needed to relax and get some sleep. “Besides, you promised to read it to me.”
“I was joking you know?”
“Yes, but no one reads Snape with quite so much feeling as you do Rodney,” John laughed, whirling away towards the shower before the scientist could react.
Rodney snorted a laugh before he stood and stripped off his shirt. He'd finally remembered the best way to pass the time until the Daedalus arrived with its precious, precious cargo. He'd waited four weeks for the damn book to arrive, he could last the forty five minutes until he got his hands on the Deathly Hallows by putting his hands on John Sheppard.
Author: Anyanka_eg
Rating: PG
Pairing: McShep
Summary: He could hang on. Just for another hour.
An hour. That's all he had to wait. One. Single. Hour.
He wasn't sure he was going to last that long though. The wait might just kill him. Might do what the Wraith and the Genii and god knows what else in this stupid galaxy had tried and failed at. God, it was insane.
He turned and paced back across the cramped room.
The SGC had, of course, abandoned them in the end, just like he knew they would. They could have used the gate but they didn't. A waste of resources Landry and said. And Rodney wanted to rail against the inequity of that but a data burst didn't really allow for a satisfying exchange of views.
Sheppard called it arguing.
And he, that bastard, was out there, on his own somewhere, leaving Rodney to pace and fret on his own. He wanted to do something, anything, to make the time pass. Maybe a drink, but there was only more of that vile sort of coffee-ish tea from the planet Thraag, or whatever the hell the locals called it, and he wanted to scream god damn it because it was unbearable.
He took a deep breath and held it.
He'd faced an Uber-Wraith with no more than a hand gun. He'd rebuilt the engines of an ancient warship with a super volcano breathing down his neck. He could damn well do this.
Fifty five minutes.
The Daedalus would come steaming into port and it'd be over. He would be able to relax, maybe crack open one of the bottles of Molson's he'd been hoarding and finally let go for the first time in nearly four weeks. The whole city, with the notable exception of the morons who didn't understand the enormity of the situation, had been on edge for so long they were almost remembering the Wraith siege with a certain fondness.
He blew out the breath and sat down.
The door swooshed open and John, sweaty and out of breath from his run, slipped into the room. He grinned at Rodney as he crossed to the bathroom.
“When I'm done in here, you want to go watch the Daedalus land?” he shouted as he turned on the shower. “There's already a few people there.”
Oh god, the bastards were going to get there before him. Maybe he should leave now, let Sheppard catch up with him later, because there was no way he was going to miss out to those sniveling idiots who worked for him.
“Hey,” John said, suddenly right next to him. “I'll make sure you're head of the queue.”
“You will?” Rodney asked, genuinely surprised.
“Of course. Having the military commander as you boyfriend has to have some perks, doesn't it?” John answered, smiling that smile that made Rodney feel all mushy and girlish inside, and he so needed to relax and get some sleep. “Besides, you promised to read it to me.”
“I was joking you know?”
“Yes, but no one reads Snape with quite so much feeling as you do Rodney,” John laughed, whirling away towards the shower before the scientist could react.
Rodney snorted a laugh before he stood and stripped off his shirt. He'd finally remembered the best way to pass the time until the Daedalus arrived with its precious, precious cargo. He'd waited four weeks for the damn book to arrive, he could last the forty five minutes until he got his hands on the Deathly Hallows by putting his hands on John Sheppard.