Chapter 14 of Grandview Decision Rated G
Title: The Decision
Rated: G
Spoilers: Tao of Rodney is briefly mentioned
Warning: Sick John :(
Word count: 1,543
Disclaimer: Sadly, neither Stargate Atlantis nor her characters belong to me. If they did, the show would never have been nor would it ever be cancelled. We may have to move it to Cinemax though.
But Nathan is all mine… so take THAT MGM!!
Summary: “Everything you ever wanted to know about an ancient device that can make men pregnant but were afraid to ask.”
Rodney had left John on the bed that morning, coughing, sneezing and running a slight fever. He’d called Jack and told him that John was staying home sick and that there was really nothing he could do about it. Jack could have argued the point but had apparently decided to let it be since John still had a job when Rodney hung up the phone.
Rodney had taken Nathan to daycare, despite John’s arguments, so John could rest. He left work early because he couldn’t get John off his mind.
Rodney pulled into the garage and went inside and upstairs. He found John turned sideways in front of the full length mirror with a pillow shoved up his shirt.
“You’re still worrying,” Rodney stated.
John looked at him a bit sheepishly and shook his head. “Not worrying as much as thinking. It’s a big decision Rodney.”
“I know, that’s why you can’t make it by yourself.”
John pulled the pillow out of his shirt and threw it back onto the bed.
“I don’t think you’d get that big,” Rodney joked.
“You never know, what if that device gives us a litter?”
“There’s a dial.”
“What?”
“Yeah, you can program in how many kids you want. Single, twins, triplets.”
“We’ll go with single, Rodney. But what if the knob was popped off and put back on wrong and we think we’re setting it for single and we’re actually setting it for octuplets?”
Rodney’s face fell. “You have to think of the absolute worst case scenarios don’t you?”
“Yeah well… actually, that’s kind of weird. That’s usually your department.”
“This still sounds like worrying to me. Here.” Rodney handed John a disc.
“What’s this?”
“Everything you ever wanted to know about an ancient device that can make men pregnant but were afraid to ask.”
“Huh?”
“The research. Zelenka sent it in a data burst this morning and Jack had it sent to me.”
“Wow,” John said and took the disc, “that was fast.”
“Not really, we had that conversation in the kitchen in early January and it’ll be March next week.”
“I seem to recall a little more than just a conversation,” John said throatily and inched his way toward Rodney.
“Oh no! No way, you’re sick!”
“Now is that any way to talk to the guy that is seriously considering becoming the father of your baby?”
“You’re already the father of my baby.”
“Well, second baby then.”
“Get better, then we’ll talk,” Rodney picked up John’s laptop off the nightstand and poked him in the chest with it, pushing him against the bed.
“Ow,” John complained, “I’m flu achy and you’re being mean to me.”
“I’m going to get Nathan. You, look at that disc.”
John huffed dramatically, scooted back to lean on the headboard and put the disc in the computer.
Rodney blew him a kiss, batted his eyelashes playfully and left the room.
John, for some reason, had been expecting something like that personal shield Rodney had found their first year in Atlantis. Something small that would attach to his body that he’d have to wear until the baby was born, something that if knocked off, would kill the baby and end the pregnancy in an instant. Turned out the thing was cylindrical and would need to sit on the nightstand. According to Radek’s research, there was a small vial that, when the device was activated, would come out of the top of the thing; John would need to fill it with his blood, which would tune the device only to him.
After the vial had its blood sample it would sink back into the thing and some kind of lights or lasers or something would come out and sweep over John’s body. He’d have to be still for no less than an hour while he was reconfigured or whatever the lights were going to do to him. John knew that would be the hardest part, he was no good at being still. But that was it, nothing to wear, nothing to get poked with, just a cylinder on the nightstand spraying him with light.
That was when he remembered that ancient ascension device that had almost killed Rodney.
John made a note of where he was in the document, then skipped to the end where Radek had written his notes.
Rodney,
Device seems safe. There were no negative side effects in the data base and there were several photos of same sex couples with children. One image showed a pregnant male. These images were holographic so I could not attach them to the rest of the file. I did try to take photos of them but they were poor quality. I apologize for that.
This device was created to only be needed once, the effect is irreversible. Therefore, after its use, you and colonel Sheppard will require condoms to prevent unwanted pregnancies.
Best of luck to you both,
Radek
John went back up to his previous place.
Once the light show was over, the vial would pop back out and would need to be thoroughly cleaned before being replaced for the next couple. The device would deactivate by itself once the empty vial was placed back inside.
There were a few pictures of the device. It was tall, shiny and black. There were two lines across it about a quarter of the way down, about two inches apart, with ancient symbols below the bottom line. There was one notch cut out of the portion between the lines and John assumed that was the dial Rodney had mentioned. He hoped Rodney knew which symbol meant single.
There was apparently another device that could be used on the father, although it wasn’t necessary to make it work, that would allow the parents to choose the sex of their children, male or female. That device was one time use too which meant if the father chose male, all their children would be male. John decided that he’d rather let fate or whatever chose the sex of a baby, to determine if they had sons or daughters or both.
John read the document forwards and backwards. He went back to certain parts and read them more carefully. He studied the pictures of the device and tried to imagine what it would be like to have the lights scanning him, would they be warm, cold, would he feel them at all. Would it hurt?
He was about to close the laptop when something made him scroll to the bottom of the document. He found a post script he hadn’t seen before.
P.S. The device only makes it possible for a male to carry a baby to term and sustain it while it is forming. Once the baby is born it will have to be bottle fed, the device does not create the ability for a male to lactate.
“Thank God!” John said as he closed the document and put the laptop back on the nightstand.
He stretched, rubbed his eyes and got up.
Nathan was in the jumper and Rodney was at the stove, John ruffled Nathan’s hair and went into the kitchen. He hopped up on the center island, “I’m going to need pregnancy books,” he said.
“What?” Rodney asked when he turned.
“You know, books that will tell me what to expect. I mean there are no books that will tell a man what to expect when he gets pregnant because it’s never happened. But I at least want to have an idea.”
“So… we’re going to do it? We’re going to have a baby?”
John smiled and nodded.
“Yes!” Rodney exclaimed and pounced on John, apparently forgetting about his germs. “Oh shit,” he said a second later, “you’re sick.”
“Uh huh,” John laughed.
Rodney went back over to the stove. “So, when?”
“After Nathan’s birthday. We’ll use the thing and see what happens.”
“Okay.”
“You do realize that when we get pregnant you’ll be losing your office?”
“Yeah, that’s why for the next two months you’re going to be in the basement building me a new one.”
“Am I?”
“Yup. Either that or we’re losing our guest room.”
“We’re running out of basement Rodney. We’ve got the guest room, your studio thing, the laundry room and now plans for an office.”
“Well, before we decide on a third baby you’ll have to build on.”
“Uh! Why do I have to do everything? John build me an office. John have a baby. John build onto the house. What exactly are you going to do Rodney?”
“Cheer you on.”
“With pom poms?” John asked hopefully.
“Maybe,” Rodney smirked.
“And a really short skirt and a g-string?”
“That’s going a little far.”
“Okay, just the g-string.”
“Maybe, after you take a shower and get all clean from your manly day of work, I’ll see what I can do.”
“You’re such a tease.”
“But you love it.”
“Who would have ever guessed, right?”
“Yeah, big bad colonel John Sheppard domesticated.”
“It’s a scandal.” John said incredulously.
Rodney laughed and pulled John off the island. He wrapped himself in John’s arms and hugged him tightly.
John took the opportunity to smack Rodney’s ass.
Rodney squeaked and Nathan squealed happily.
“Dada!”
John and Rodney looked at him, mouths ajar.
TBC…
Rated: G
Spoilers: Tao of Rodney is briefly mentioned
Warning: Sick John :(
Word count: 1,543
Disclaimer: Sadly, neither Stargate Atlantis nor her characters belong to me. If they did, the show would never have been nor would it ever be cancelled. We may have to move it to Cinemax though.
But Nathan is all mine… so take THAT MGM!!
Summary: “Everything you ever wanted to know about an ancient device that can make men pregnant but were afraid to ask.”
Rodney had left John on the bed that morning, coughing, sneezing and running a slight fever. He’d called Jack and told him that John was staying home sick and that there was really nothing he could do about it. Jack could have argued the point but had apparently decided to let it be since John still had a job when Rodney hung up the phone.
Rodney had taken Nathan to daycare, despite John’s arguments, so John could rest. He left work early because he couldn’t get John off his mind.
Rodney pulled into the garage and went inside and upstairs. He found John turned sideways in front of the full length mirror with a pillow shoved up his shirt.
“You’re still worrying,” Rodney stated.
John looked at him a bit sheepishly and shook his head. “Not worrying as much as thinking. It’s a big decision Rodney.”
“I know, that’s why you can’t make it by yourself.”
John pulled the pillow out of his shirt and threw it back onto the bed.
“I don’t think you’d get that big,” Rodney joked.
“You never know, what if that device gives us a litter?”
“There’s a dial.”
“What?”
“Yeah, you can program in how many kids you want. Single, twins, triplets.”
“We’ll go with single, Rodney. But what if the knob was popped off and put back on wrong and we think we’re setting it for single and we’re actually setting it for octuplets?”
Rodney’s face fell. “You have to think of the absolute worst case scenarios don’t you?”
“Yeah well… actually, that’s kind of weird. That’s usually your department.”
“This still sounds like worrying to me. Here.” Rodney handed John a disc.
“What’s this?”
“Everything you ever wanted to know about an ancient device that can make men pregnant but were afraid to ask.”
“Huh?”
“The research. Zelenka sent it in a data burst this morning and Jack had it sent to me.”
“Wow,” John said and took the disc, “that was fast.”
“Not really, we had that conversation in the kitchen in early January and it’ll be March next week.”
“I seem to recall a little more than just a conversation,” John said throatily and inched his way toward Rodney.
“Oh no! No way, you’re sick!”
“Now is that any way to talk to the guy that is seriously considering becoming the father of your baby?”
“You’re already the father of my baby.”
“Well, second baby then.”
“Get better, then we’ll talk,” Rodney picked up John’s laptop off the nightstand and poked him in the chest with it, pushing him against the bed.
“Ow,” John complained, “I’m flu achy and you’re being mean to me.”
“I’m going to get Nathan. You, look at that disc.”
John huffed dramatically, scooted back to lean on the headboard and put the disc in the computer.
Rodney blew him a kiss, batted his eyelashes playfully and left the room.
John, for some reason, had been expecting something like that personal shield Rodney had found their first year in Atlantis. Something small that would attach to his body that he’d have to wear until the baby was born, something that if knocked off, would kill the baby and end the pregnancy in an instant. Turned out the thing was cylindrical and would need to sit on the nightstand. According to Radek’s research, there was a small vial that, when the device was activated, would come out of the top of the thing; John would need to fill it with his blood, which would tune the device only to him.
After the vial had its blood sample it would sink back into the thing and some kind of lights or lasers or something would come out and sweep over John’s body. He’d have to be still for no less than an hour while he was reconfigured or whatever the lights were going to do to him. John knew that would be the hardest part, he was no good at being still. But that was it, nothing to wear, nothing to get poked with, just a cylinder on the nightstand spraying him with light.
That was when he remembered that ancient ascension device that had almost killed Rodney.
John made a note of where he was in the document, then skipped to the end where Radek had written his notes.
Rodney,
Device seems safe. There were no negative side effects in the data base and there were several photos of same sex couples with children. One image showed a pregnant male. These images were holographic so I could not attach them to the rest of the file. I did try to take photos of them but they were poor quality. I apologize for that.
This device was created to only be needed once, the effect is irreversible. Therefore, after its use, you and colonel Sheppard will require condoms to prevent unwanted pregnancies.
Best of luck to you both,
Radek
John went back up to his previous place.
Once the light show was over, the vial would pop back out and would need to be thoroughly cleaned before being replaced for the next couple. The device would deactivate by itself once the empty vial was placed back inside.
There were a few pictures of the device. It was tall, shiny and black. There were two lines across it about a quarter of the way down, about two inches apart, with ancient symbols below the bottom line. There was one notch cut out of the portion between the lines and John assumed that was the dial Rodney had mentioned. He hoped Rodney knew which symbol meant single.
There was apparently another device that could be used on the father, although it wasn’t necessary to make it work, that would allow the parents to choose the sex of their children, male or female. That device was one time use too which meant if the father chose male, all their children would be male. John decided that he’d rather let fate or whatever chose the sex of a baby, to determine if they had sons or daughters or both.
John read the document forwards and backwards. He went back to certain parts and read them more carefully. He studied the pictures of the device and tried to imagine what it would be like to have the lights scanning him, would they be warm, cold, would he feel them at all. Would it hurt?
He was about to close the laptop when something made him scroll to the bottom of the document. He found a post script he hadn’t seen before.
P.S. The device only makes it possible for a male to carry a baby to term and sustain it while it is forming. Once the baby is born it will have to be bottle fed, the device does not create the ability for a male to lactate.
“Thank God!” John said as he closed the document and put the laptop back on the nightstand.
He stretched, rubbed his eyes and got up.
Nathan was in the jumper and Rodney was at the stove, John ruffled Nathan’s hair and went into the kitchen. He hopped up on the center island, “I’m going to need pregnancy books,” he said.
“What?” Rodney asked when he turned.
“You know, books that will tell me what to expect. I mean there are no books that will tell a man what to expect when he gets pregnant because it’s never happened. But I at least want to have an idea.”
“So… we’re going to do it? We’re going to have a baby?”
John smiled and nodded.
“Yes!” Rodney exclaimed and pounced on John, apparently forgetting about his germs. “Oh shit,” he said a second later, “you’re sick.”
“Uh huh,” John laughed.
Rodney went back over to the stove. “So, when?”
“After Nathan’s birthday. We’ll use the thing and see what happens.”
“Okay.”
“You do realize that when we get pregnant you’ll be losing your office?”
“Yeah, that’s why for the next two months you’re going to be in the basement building me a new one.”
“Am I?”
“Yup. Either that or we’re losing our guest room.”
“We’re running out of basement Rodney. We’ve got the guest room, your studio thing, the laundry room and now plans for an office.”
“Well, before we decide on a third baby you’ll have to build on.”
“Uh! Why do I have to do everything? John build me an office. John have a baby. John build onto the house. What exactly are you going to do Rodney?”
“Cheer you on.”
“With pom poms?” John asked hopefully.
“Maybe,” Rodney smirked.
“And a really short skirt and a g-string?”
“That’s going a little far.”
“Okay, just the g-string.”
“Maybe, after you take a shower and get all clean from your manly day of work, I’ll see what I can do.”
“You’re such a tease.”
“But you love it.”
“Who would have ever guessed, right?”
“Yeah, big bad colonel John Sheppard domesticated.”
“It’s a scandal.” John said incredulously.
Rodney laughed and pulled John off the island. He wrapped himself in John’s arms and hugged him tightly.
John took the opportunity to smack Rodney’s ass.
Rodney squeaked and Nathan squealed happily.
“Dada!”
John and Rodney looked at him, mouths ajar.
TBC…