More Halloween Madness

[teh_bad_wolf]

Characters: John Sheppard, Rodney Mckay, Rose Tyler, Jack Harkness
Location: John's Balcony
Time: During the Halloween Party
Semi-Private and InComplete
Summary: Rodney made himself known, much to John's chagrin, and Rose wants to know what is going on, and she's going to make Jack help her figure it out, cuz Jack luffs John.

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[sga1sheppard]

He let Rose lead him outside because really? By this point, he was pliable as a claymation blow-up doll with C4 strapped to its...armpits. He'd been irritably possessed by one guy, soulfully grabbed by another, drunkenly macked on by a third, and had his own finger pointed at him, shaking with accusation, and most of this had happened in the last hour. Although his natural defenses against unecessary confrontation, especially the emotional kind, remained firmly in place--he wasn't about to start tearfully spouting off about his, well about anything--he seemed to have reverted to the order-following non-person that he had forced himself to be to get through boot camp years and years ago. Besides, Rose had kind of a firm grip on his arm, and the only way to loosen that hold would have involved hurting her, and he wouldn't do that.

Yes, that was exactly why he was letting her lead him onto his own balcony like a confused puppy.

It was actually better to be outside. Away from the stuffy indoors, away from all the people staring at him, out in the fresh air, just turning cold, the breeze only barely coming in from the lake. It was a little less crowded out here, and that made him feel a little less crowded inside his head. He sucked in that wonderful air, and for a moment was relieved, actually relieved, that he had acquiesced, forgetting as he did why they were out there.

But they had come outside looking for Jack, and what d'you know, there he was, probably doing exactly the same thing, bracing himself with the bleak coolness, that whispering of planets tilting away from suns, of days getting shorter and winter on its way. They were a lot alike in so many ways, him and Jack, but it was Rodney who was in John's head, Rodney who had been there all along and who would be, even if--even when--they got everybody back where they were supposed to go. John didn't mean to, didn't really think about it, but he shifted away from both Rose and Jack as Rose turned back to him, leaning against the deck railing as he had done so many times now, as he used to do in Atlantis, staring into the ocean, into the sky, tonight into the darkness and the distant lights across the bay, wrapping himself in a DMZ of personal space.