More stuff, SGA this time
Reposting a ficlet I did for inthekeyofd for the 5 acts meme that ended up on mcsmooch :
Contrast, Stargate Atlantis, John/Rodney, R, (Rodney slips; John pounces)
And I'll post all the SGA drabbles I did for the drabble tree challenge at mcshep_match under this cut, because finding them in the big ass drabble tree is a pain.
(one)
"Wait, wait," Rodney said. "I have something better."
John barely managed to stop and gritted his teeth.
"Come on, McKay, we've got to hurry up!"
"Excuse me if I don't want to be permanently disabled!" Rodney huffed. "Top pocket of my tac vest."
Fingers clumsy in their haste, John managed to extricate a small bottle that had...
"Sewing machine oil? What the fuck?" John blurted as Rodney turned slightly pink.
"It's surprisingly helpful with ten thousand years old machinery. Now just get on with, Colonel!"
Shaking his head, John poured the oil on the ropes around Rodney's wrists and pulled.
(two)
"Ha! I knew it!" Rodney said, with a mischievous grin.
"Shut up," John replied, trying not to blush. He wasn't that predictable, no way.
Rodney put his hand behind his ear.
"Tell me? Who was right? Would that be me?" Rodney added smugly.
"I said shut the hell up, Rodney. It's a perfectly normal reaction. Adrenaline and stuff," John muttered.
Rodney backed John against the stone wall, just next to the harness racks where John just had put back his experimental wings.
"I bet you couldn't fly those things without getting a hard on," Rodney all but purred. "I win."
(three)
That's it, John had had enough.
He'd heard about the wonders of Colonel Carter, gritting his teeth. He'd came close to see Rodney getting married not once, but twice without interfering. Pined -because yes, he was that pathetic- in silence for fucking years.
And now, just like that, Rodney was leading a guy to his cabin? No fucking way.
John staked over and he growled at the pretty boy, who ran away like a girl, then got into Rodney's personal space.
"Not him, me. Is that okay with you?"
Rodney's breath stuttered, his eyes wide.
"Oh hell yeah."
(four)
Frankly, if John said so himself, it was a great plan.
Not only would it appeal to Rodney's competitive streak, it would be fun. No, really, it was purely altruistic on John's part: Rodney needed some stress outlet, and the minions would certainly thank him. Maybe with chocolate.
John grinned as he put the now charged battery in the remote control car and made it loop around the room. It was going to be awesome.
And if it happened to take Rodney away from a certain doctor to spend more time with him, well, it was collateral benefit.
(five)
"C'mon Rodney, just one more time," John said.
Standing reluctantly, Rodney grumbled, “I hate you.”
"No you don't," John sing songed, getting in position while Rodney did the same.
"I do, so much. Behind the smiles and the general niceness, you must hate my gut," Rodney said, going through the motion.
John sweeped his legs and they ended up on the ground again. John looked at Rodney in the eyes and said softly, "No, I don't." Then he added, "This is important."
John stood and offered his hand.
"Again," John ordered.
Rodney sighed, took the hand, and got up.
(six)
His clothes were caked with mud and blood, his blood, and he was fucking freezing. Rodney curled into a ball on the poor excuse for a cot in the corner of his cell and put his hands into his armpits in the futile effort to warm them up. He was probably going to die from hypothermia, if he didn't go into shock first.
"Now would be a good time for an heroic rescue, Sheppard!" Rodney cried out loud, voice cracking. Only silence answered, save from a scuttle that Rodney didn't want to think about too closely.
He closed his eyes.
(seven)
They were, maaayyyyybe, a tiny bit wasted. John tried to lean on the door frame to peak in, but he somehow missed and almost fell down, which made Rodney start to giggle uncontrollably.
Okay, so make that totally hammered.
"Shhhhht!" John said, and winced at how loud it came out. It's a good thing the infirmary was deserted at the moment.
John made the "stay still" hand gesture and it weirdly set Rodney off again, who slided to the floor, useless.
Okay then. John would have to accomplish Operation Safety First (aka Condom and Lube), or OSFACAL, himself. No problem.
(eight)
It was so hot that John saw the beads of sweat forming on their skin, and could feel one running down the side of his face.
"I can fix this," Rodney mumbled, doing something incredibly complex into some strange glowy part of the temperature control module with his screwdriver. He was pink from the heat, hair and clothes damp and it should not have been so attractive. He looked up a John, and frowned.
"You should go outside, at least there's a little wind."
"Nah, I'm fine, drink a bit," John said, then carefully tipped the canteen to Rodney's mouth.
(nine)
John jogged back to the clearing.
"Okay guys, get packing, we're going now!" he told Ronon and Teyla, who were actually doing just that. "Where's Rodney?"
Ronon pointed to their tent.
"He won't come out."
John rolled his eyes. Rodney had been acting irrationally since the night before, for no reason John could pin point. They had to bring him back to Carson ASAP.
John popped his head in the tent and almost swallowed his tongue.
"Where are your clothes?" he asked Rodney, trying not to stare.
"I hate them, they itch. I will never wear clothes again!" Rodney declared.
(ten)
Rodney hated camping with all the fibers of his being. He'd reached the conclusion as a child and it didn't change in a new galaxy, far from it. A tent was universally either too hot or too cold and, no surprise, damp. Of course, there had to be birds, too. Annoying birds who sang before the sun even got up.
Rodney refrained his groan of despair when he realized that Sheppard was still asleep. John was cocooned in his sleeping bag and not quite snoring, making something like quiet snuffles. It was oddly endearing.
He wanted to kiss him awake.
(eleven)
Looking down the cliff made Rodney dizzy, so he carefully stepped back. He didn't need to fall to his death today, thank you very much.
"Isn't it amazing?" John was saying, surveying the beach below.
Rodney wasn't sure why the universe decided this precise moment to whammy him with the revelation that John was not just a good looking man -he knew that- but absolutely, stupendously gorgeous. It was a sucker punch to the gut, and it took his breath away.
John turned to him with a grin, and that was it, he was done for.
"Yes," Rodney admitted. "It is."
(twelve)
A quiet Rodney was deeply unsettling, and it had been days now. That not even a movie with bad science -he'd made sure- could get him to rant made John fidget. In fact, Rodney didn't even seem to be watching it, eyes distant and running his fingers up and down on the bandage around his arm.
Inch by inch, John scooted closer until his thigh was flush with Rodney's. It wasn't much, but at least it made John feel better. From the corner of his eye, John noticed Rodney's lips lifting up in a smile.
Everything was going to be alright.
(thirteen)
"For crying out loud, would it hurt you to be more careful with whom you flirt?" Rodney ranted, fiddling with the lock on the door.
John shot him a glare.
"I didn't do anything."
And he hadn't! He was just being nice! Why did everyone took being nice as a sign he was trying to get in their pants?
"You slouched and grinned at the judge's wife, Colonel. I'm surprised your flirting doesn't get you tossed in jail more often."
John crossed his arms on his chest.
"Well that's just stupid."
It sucked. When he flirted for real, Rodney never noticed.
(fourteen) - LARP-1
John loved "Let's explore Atlantis" days. Especially when he was paired with Rodney.
The room John popped his head into was furnished with low tables and what seemed to be faint couches, and didn't seem to hold anything dangerous.
As John looked around, Rodney deposited his tablet and fiddled with a console on one of the tables. Suddenly, there was a bright flash of light around Rodney. One moment he was there, the next he was gone.
"Rodney?" John shouted, worried.
Before he could panic, Rodney reappeared, eyes wide and a slow smile spreading of his face.
"Okay, so that's way cool!"
(fifteen) - LARP-2
Immediately, Rodney started fiddling with the controls again, as John walked over. Obviously, the gadget wasn't dangerous because he was grinning and totally relaxed.
"What's way cool?" John asked.
"You'll see," Rodney said with a mischievous smile. "Come over here and put your gun down."
He pointed, snapping his fingers, to a triangular mark on the floor. As John got in place, he noted that Rodney was standing over a square mark.
"Mind telling me what this is?" John asked, though he trusted it would be good.
"You'll see soon enough. Ready?" Rodney asked, bouncing a little. "Think fast, Sheppard!"
(sixteen) - LARP-3
There was a flash again, then John found himself in the middle of a clearing, surrounded by dark woods. He swiveled to see that Rodney was there, still smiling, and now dressed in... was that blue robes?
"Not bad, Sheppard," Rodney said, appraising John's look. It happened that John was now dressed in an armor of black leather and chain mail, complete with a shiny and very pointy sword.
"We're in a VR?" John asked, swishing his sword.
"Duh," Rodney said, rolling his eyes. "I don't know. Do you think? Stop asking stupid question and take care of the dragon."
(seventeen) - LARP-4
"What dragon?" John asked, frowning.
Of course, that's when a roar made everything shake and John saw a big purple lizard-like beast clearing a path towards them. It maybe didn't have wings, but John agreed to call it a dragon, especially when it opened its mouth and breathed fire.
"Are you just going to stand there and gape?" Rodney asked. "Fine, I'll do it. Duck!"
Reacting on instinct, John threw himself to the ground and saw that in a fraction of a second Rodney rubbed his hand together, created a ball of blue energy, and threw it right at the creature.
(eighteen) - LARP-5
The creature screeched and stuttered, kind of stunned, but then turned it's yellow eyes towards Rodney. It was pissed.
"Okay, so maybe that wasn't enough!" Rodney said, searching frantically in a little pouch tied at his waist.
The dragon roared some more and started running towards them. Shaking his stupor, John stood up and held his sword high. Oh hell no, no one barbecued his scientist, huh, his magician. With a cry of his own, John charged.
Dodging a paw with big claws, John slid under it and shoved his sword up in its underbelly until it was buried to the hilt.
(nineteen) - LARP-6
Thankfully, the heavy mass of the dragon didn't pin him down for more than a second before it blinked out of existence, leaving John sprawled on the ground. Wow, he had just slayed a dragon! John started laughing out loud.
A grinning Rodney appeared overhead, offering a hand that John gladly took.
"My hero!" Rodney said, hauling John upright. He ended up standing right into Rodney's personal space and the adrenaline and giddiness made John bold.
"Awesome. Then where's my reward?" he asked, snaking an arm around Rodney's waist.
Rodney didn't need to be asked twice and leaned for a kiss.
oh and I HAVE to re-post the chibi I had for this LARP series, from chkc
and finally:
(twenty)
"Have you seen that?" John exclaimed, pointing at the huge ass birds circling overhead. They had a fifteen feet wing span, minimum.
Rodney gave them a cursory glance, but went back to fiddling with the gate's DHD.
"Yes. Big bright yellow birds. How ironic," Rodney said. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to fix this ASAP."
"Relax, Rodney, this place isn't so bad," John said, looking around at the green hills with no apparent threats.
"See their beaks? Those birds eat insects," Rodney said.
John audibly gulped. To get that big, it meant...
"Get us out of here, McKay!"
.
Contrast, Stargate Atlantis, John/Rodney, R, (Rodney slips; John pounces)
And I'll post all the SGA drabbles I did for the drabble tree challenge at mcshep_match under this cut, because finding them in the big ass drabble tree is a pain.
(one)
"Wait, wait," Rodney said. "I have something better."
John barely managed to stop and gritted his teeth.
"Come on, McKay, we've got to hurry up!"
"Excuse me if I don't want to be permanently disabled!" Rodney huffed. "Top pocket of my tac vest."
Fingers clumsy in their haste, John managed to extricate a small bottle that had...
"Sewing machine oil? What the fuck?" John blurted as Rodney turned slightly pink.
"It's surprisingly helpful with ten thousand years old machinery. Now just get on with, Colonel!"
Shaking his head, John poured the oil on the ropes around Rodney's wrists and pulled.
(two)
"Ha! I knew it!" Rodney said, with a mischievous grin.
"Shut up," John replied, trying not to blush. He wasn't that predictable, no way.
Rodney put his hand behind his ear.
"Tell me? Who was right? Would that be me?" Rodney added smugly.
"I said shut the hell up, Rodney. It's a perfectly normal reaction. Adrenaline and stuff," John muttered.
Rodney backed John against the stone wall, just next to the harness racks where John just had put back his experimental wings.
"I bet you couldn't fly those things without getting a hard on," Rodney all but purred. "I win."
(three)
That's it, John had had enough.
He'd heard about the wonders of Colonel Carter, gritting his teeth. He'd came close to see Rodney getting married not once, but twice without interfering. Pined -because yes, he was that pathetic- in silence for fucking years.
And now, just like that, Rodney was leading a guy to his cabin? No fucking way.
John staked over and he growled at the pretty boy, who ran away like a girl, then got into Rodney's personal space.
"Not him, me. Is that okay with you?"
Rodney's breath stuttered, his eyes wide.
"Oh hell yeah."
(four)
Frankly, if John said so himself, it was a great plan.
Not only would it appeal to Rodney's competitive streak, it would be fun. No, really, it was purely altruistic on John's part: Rodney needed some stress outlet, and the minions would certainly thank him. Maybe with chocolate.
John grinned as he put the now charged battery in the remote control car and made it loop around the room. It was going to be awesome.
And if it happened to take Rodney away from a certain doctor to spend more time with him, well, it was collateral benefit.
(five)
"C'mon Rodney, just one more time," John said.
Standing reluctantly, Rodney grumbled, “I hate you.”
"No you don't," John sing songed, getting in position while Rodney did the same.
"I do, so much. Behind the smiles and the general niceness, you must hate my gut," Rodney said, going through the motion.
John sweeped his legs and they ended up on the ground again. John looked at Rodney in the eyes and said softly, "No, I don't." Then he added, "This is important."
John stood and offered his hand.
"Again," John ordered.
Rodney sighed, took the hand, and got up.
(six)
His clothes were caked with mud and blood, his blood, and he was fucking freezing. Rodney curled into a ball on the poor excuse for a cot in the corner of his cell and put his hands into his armpits in the futile effort to warm them up. He was probably going to die from hypothermia, if he didn't go into shock first.
"Now would be a good time for an heroic rescue, Sheppard!" Rodney cried out loud, voice cracking. Only silence answered, save from a scuttle that Rodney didn't want to think about too closely.
He closed his eyes.
(seven)
They were, maaayyyyybe, a tiny bit wasted. John tried to lean on the door frame to peak in, but he somehow missed and almost fell down, which made Rodney start to giggle uncontrollably.
Okay, so make that totally hammered.
"Shhhhht!" John said, and winced at how loud it came out. It's a good thing the infirmary was deserted at the moment.
John made the "stay still" hand gesture and it weirdly set Rodney off again, who slided to the floor, useless.
Okay then. John would have to accomplish Operation Safety First (aka Condom and Lube), or OSFACAL, himself. No problem.
(eight)
It was so hot that John saw the beads of sweat forming on their skin, and could feel one running down the side of his face.
"I can fix this," Rodney mumbled, doing something incredibly complex into some strange glowy part of the temperature control module with his screwdriver. He was pink from the heat, hair and clothes damp and it should not have been so attractive. He looked up a John, and frowned.
"You should go outside, at least there's a little wind."
"Nah, I'm fine, drink a bit," John said, then carefully tipped the canteen to Rodney's mouth.
(nine)
John jogged back to the clearing.
"Okay guys, get packing, we're going now!" he told Ronon and Teyla, who were actually doing just that. "Where's Rodney?"
Ronon pointed to their tent.
"He won't come out."
John rolled his eyes. Rodney had been acting irrationally since the night before, for no reason John could pin point. They had to bring him back to Carson ASAP.
John popped his head in the tent and almost swallowed his tongue.
"Where are your clothes?" he asked Rodney, trying not to stare.
"I hate them, they itch. I will never wear clothes again!" Rodney declared.
(ten)
Rodney hated camping with all the fibers of his being. He'd reached the conclusion as a child and it didn't change in a new galaxy, far from it. A tent was universally either too hot or too cold and, no surprise, damp. Of course, there had to be birds, too. Annoying birds who sang before the sun even got up.
Rodney refrained his groan of despair when he realized that Sheppard was still asleep. John was cocooned in his sleeping bag and not quite snoring, making something like quiet snuffles. It was oddly endearing.
He wanted to kiss him awake.
(eleven)
Looking down the cliff made Rodney dizzy, so he carefully stepped back. He didn't need to fall to his death today, thank you very much.
"Isn't it amazing?" John was saying, surveying the beach below.
Rodney wasn't sure why the universe decided this precise moment to whammy him with the revelation that John was not just a good looking man -he knew that- but absolutely, stupendously gorgeous. It was a sucker punch to the gut, and it took his breath away.
John turned to him with a grin, and that was it, he was done for.
"Yes," Rodney admitted. "It is."
(twelve)
A quiet Rodney was deeply unsettling, and it had been days now. That not even a movie with bad science -he'd made sure- could get him to rant made John fidget. In fact, Rodney didn't even seem to be watching it, eyes distant and running his fingers up and down on the bandage around his arm.
Inch by inch, John scooted closer until his thigh was flush with Rodney's. It wasn't much, but at least it made John feel better. From the corner of his eye, John noticed Rodney's lips lifting up in a smile.
Everything was going to be alright.
(thirteen)
"For crying out loud, would it hurt you to be more careful with whom you flirt?" Rodney ranted, fiddling with the lock on the door.
John shot him a glare.
"I didn't do anything."
And he hadn't! He was just being nice! Why did everyone took being nice as a sign he was trying to get in their pants?
"You slouched and grinned at the judge's wife, Colonel. I'm surprised your flirting doesn't get you tossed in jail more often."
John crossed his arms on his chest.
"Well that's just stupid."
It sucked. When he flirted for real, Rodney never noticed.
(fourteen) - LARP-1
John loved "Let's explore Atlantis" days. Especially when he was paired with Rodney.
The room John popped his head into was furnished with low tables and what seemed to be faint couches, and didn't seem to hold anything dangerous.
As John looked around, Rodney deposited his tablet and fiddled with a console on one of the tables. Suddenly, there was a bright flash of light around Rodney. One moment he was there, the next he was gone.
"Rodney?" John shouted, worried.
Before he could panic, Rodney reappeared, eyes wide and a slow smile spreading of his face.
"Okay, so that's way cool!"
(fifteen) - LARP-2
Immediately, Rodney started fiddling with the controls again, as John walked over. Obviously, the gadget wasn't dangerous because he was grinning and totally relaxed.
"What's way cool?" John asked.
"You'll see," Rodney said with a mischievous smile. "Come over here and put your gun down."
He pointed, snapping his fingers, to a triangular mark on the floor. As John got in place, he noted that Rodney was standing over a square mark.
"Mind telling me what this is?" John asked, though he trusted it would be good.
"You'll see soon enough. Ready?" Rodney asked, bouncing a little. "Think fast, Sheppard!"
(sixteen) - LARP-3
There was a flash again, then John found himself in the middle of a clearing, surrounded by dark woods. He swiveled to see that Rodney was there, still smiling, and now dressed in... was that blue robes?
"Not bad, Sheppard," Rodney said, appraising John's look. It happened that John was now dressed in an armor of black leather and chain mail, complete with a shiny and very pointy sword.
"We're in a VR?" John asked, swishing his sword.
"Duh," Rodney said, rolling his eyes. "I don't know. Do you think? Stop asking stupid question and take care of the dragon."
(seventeen) - LARP-4
"What dragon?" John asked, frowning.
Of course, that's when a roar made everything shake and John saw a big purple lizard-like beast clearing a path towards them. It maybe didn't have wings, but John agreed to call it a dragon, especially when it opened its mouth and breathed fire.
"Are you just going to stand there and gape?" Rodney asked. "Fine, I'll do it. Duck!"
Reacting on instinct, John threw himself to the ground and saw that in a fraction of a second Rodney rubbed his hand together, created a ball of blue energy, and threw it right at the creature.
(eighteen) - LARP-5
The creature screeched and stuttered, kind of stunned, but then turned it's yellow eyes towards Rodney. It was pissed.
"Okay, so maybe that wasn't enough!" Rodney said, searching frantically in a little pouch tied at his waist.
The dragon roared some more and started running towards them. Shaking his stupor, John stood up and held his sword high. Oh hell no, no one barbecued his scientist, huh, his magician. With a cry of his own, John charged.
Dodging a paw with big claws, John slid under it and shoved his sword up in its underbelly until it was buried to the hilt.
(nineteen) - LARP-6
Thankfully, the heavy mass of the dragon didn't pin him down for more than a second before it blinked out of existence, leaving John sprawled on the ground. Wow, he had just slayed a dragon! John started laughing out loud.
A grinning Rodney appeared overhead, offering a hand that John gladly took.
"My hero!" Rodney said, hauling John upright. He ended up standing right into Rodney's personal space and the adrenaline and giddiness made John bold.
"Awesome. Then where's my reward?" he asked, snaking an arm around Rodney's waist.
Rodney didn't need to be asked twice and leaned for a kiss.
oh and I HAVE to re-post the chibi I had for this LARP series, from chkc
and finally:
(twenty)
"Have you seen that?" John exclaimed, pointing at the huge ass birds circling overhead. They had a fifteen feet wing span, minimum.
Rodney gave them a cursory glance, but went back to fiddling with the gate's DHD.
"Yes. Big bright yellow birds. How ironic," Rodney said. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to fix this ASAP."
"Relax, Rodney, this place isn't so bad," John said, looking around at the green hills with no apparent threats.
"See their beaks? Those birds eat insects," Rodney said.
John audibly gulped. To get that big, it meant...
"Get us out of here, McKay!"
.