ficlet: Awe
It's after midnight Central time, it's still the 11th out west, so... Here's a drabble under the wire.
Awe
John/Rodney | PG | 100 words exactly of Rodney McKay's life. A bit of sweet for the casa_mcshep
Rodney McKay has seen and done more than most sci-fi writers can even begin to imagine (Although some have gotten a surprising amount right. Wells especially.); he possesses a genius level intelligence that is rivaled by few others (his work on exotic particles alone, when he is finally able to publish, all but guarantees that he will be accepting a Nobel in the next decade.); and his annual salary rivals the GNP of smaller European countries.
But on this morning, Rodney can think of nothing more amazing than waking up next to John in their home, their bed.
Awe
John/Rodney | PG | 100 words exactly of Rodney McKay's life. A bit of sweet for the casa_mcshep
Rodney McKay has seen and done more than most sci-fi writers can even begin to imagine (Although some have gotten a surprising amount right. Wells especially.); he possesses a genius level intelligence that is rivaled by few others (his work on exotic particles alone, when he is finally able to publish, all but guarantees that he will be accepting a Nobel in the next decade.); and his annual salary rivals the GNP of smaller European countries.
But on this morning, Rodney can think of nothing more amazing than waking up next to John in their home, their bed.