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Okay, well...yeah. You're probably all thinking, "wait? what?" To which the answer is, "Yeah, I don't know either."
Title: Check One
Author: fledmusic
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not even the idea is totally mine.
Summary: John gives Rodney a note.
Notes: So, this all started when linaerys said here that, because he is a humongous dork, John would propose to Rodney with a note that said:
Will you marry me?
[ ] Yes
[ ] No
I said, "yes, yes he would," and decided to write it as a comment fic, and well, here it is. With a few things changed. All credit goes to linaerys for the actual idea and encouraging me to post it.
So. much. schmoop. But I figure we could all use some happiness after...that whole ordeal.
*
The daily staff meeting had almost ended when John slipped a folded up piece of paper over to Rodney, who was sitting next to him as usual, and also as usual, staring off into space with a look on his face that suggested he wanted to kill everyone in the room for being so utterly boring and wasting his time when he could be working on winning his Nobel.
It took him awhile to notice; John kept inching the paper towards him, pushing it a little closer as he tried to catch Rodney’s eye. Rodney finally looked over and rolled his eyes just as Elizabeth dismissed everyone and they all stood to leave.
“What, are you asking me to the dance, Colonel?”
John just smiled, said, “Something like that,” in that annoyingly cryptic voice of his, pushed himself out of his chair, and walked out of the room.
Just as Rodney was about to unfold the paper, Elizabeth turned back.
“Oh, Rodney, I’m sorry, I forgot to mention this during the meeting, but do you think you could possibly-” he shoved the piece of paper into his pocket, telling himself he’d read it later - if it were that important Sheppard could have told him himself instead of acting like a 12 year old girl- as Elizabeth rambled on about some reports she wanted him to compile on ways to save energy.
*
The day went on and Rodney had completely forgotten about the piece of paper residing in his pocket. He had more important things on his mind, they had a mission to go on, and when John kept shooting him these little side glances, looking at him nervously, Rodney had no idea why.
After a solid hour of walking from the ‘gate to the supposedly ‘nearby’ village, and John not saying anything to him, but merely looking at him quickly and then looking away, Rodney snapped.
“What? What’s wrong? Why do you keep looking at me like that? Do I have something on my face? Did Ronon tape that 'Kick Me' sign to my back again, and thanks ever so much for telling him about that, by the way, it’s all your fault that he does these things, you’re encouraging his behavior, and what? You’ve been acting weird all day.”
John just ducked his head and mumbled, “No…it’s nothing…umm, did you- never mind.”
“Fine then. Don’t expect me to read your mind.”
Rodney cursed as he tripped over a rock. “God! Why do they put these things here? People are trying to walk!”
Teyla very clearly refrained from rolling her eyes -though John and Ronon did not- and smiled patiently. “Rodney, I do not believe anyone put them there, they are simply part of the planet’s scenery.”
Rodney had always hated hiking for that very reason. He didn’t understand the appeal of trekking a long way over terrain that was littered with rocks and other hindrances. If he wanted to torture himself, he would just spend all day reading literary theory.
“Well, they should move them if they want anyone to come to their crappy village. It’s a major detraction for potential visitors.”
John laughed then, but not meanly, and looked at Rodney with exasperated affection, and the warmth in his eyes made Rodney’s face heat up and he smiled back; they stared at each other for what must have been a long time, because Ronon cleared his throat in a not at all subtle way and said, “We’re here,” and then John nearly tripped on a rock, not paying attention to what he was doing.
As Teyla gave them a look that said ‘you two are such children,’ and stepped to the front of the group to meet the villagers who had spotted the team and begun walking towards them, John brushed his hand against Rodney’s and Rodney felt that swooping, rushing feeling in his stomach, and couldn’t believe that after all this time, John could still make him feel like this just by touching him.
Everything seemed to be back to normal.
*
The weirdness returned, though, after awhile, and it was clear that John wanted to say something, but he didn’t; he started to a million times, then stopped himself, and Rodney was getting sick of it. It went on through the whole mission, through the trade bargaining and round of drinks to welcome them, John hardly said two words. He didn’t even pointlessly flirt with the obviously interested women, and that more than anything else made Rodney worried.
Back on Atlantis, after the post-mission briefing, Rodney cornered John in the hallway and spoke in what, for Rodney, was a hushed tone.
“Seriously, what is wrong with you? And don’t give me your stoic military act and say nothing, because I know something’s wrong.” A thought suddenly occurred to Rodney. “Oh God, are you breaking up with me? Is that it?”
He lowered his voice even more; despite the fact that D.A.D.T. had been revoked several months ago, and there was no reason for them to hide their relationship, but they hadn’t discussed it, and Rodney didn’t know if John wanted everyone to know. Sometimes when the topic was brought up, at a meeting or at dinner, John would get very quiet and look very serious. Rodney had tried to broach the subject of what it meant for them a few times, when he and John were alone, but they always just ended up having sex instead. They weren’t very good at that whole…communication thing. Not that Rodney was complaining about the sex part.
“I…did I do something? Because back on the planet, I thought…but if you…just tell me, if you want-”
John looked stricken and said, “No! Of course not! Why would you, after I-” and Rodney felt relief so powerful flow over him that he almost fell over.
“Oh. Then…good. I- wait, what? After you what?”
John got that nervous look again and said, “Nothing. Forget it. I’ll see you later?”
Then he walked hurriedly down the hall, leaving Rodney standing there as confused as ever.
He waited for John to come to his room that night, as he usually did, but he didn’t show, and Rodney fell asleep with the light and his clothes still on.
*
All through breakfast the next morning, John was silent; he sat across from Rodney and picked at his food and wouldn’t look Rodney in the eye for more than a second. Ronon and Teyla had obviously picked up on it, and were awkwardly trying to make conversation to fill the silence. Well, Teyla tried to make conversation. Ronon mostly grunted in agreement between stuffing his face with food.
Rodney had just about had enough, and was prepared to yell at John to stop being so passive aggressive and just tell him what the hell was wrong, at the moment he didn't care that they were in the mess and he would out them to most of the expedition, he just needed to- when Zelenka sat down next to him.
“Rodney, do you have that pen you stole from me earlier? You never give them back, and normally I would not care, but I happen to need it and did not bring one with me. I am on my way to a meeting with Dr. Weir to discuss- well anyway, I know it was you, so please do not even try to deny it.”
Rodney rolled his eyes, not in the mood for dealing with Zelenka right now, and reached into his pocket “Yes, yes, no need for the dramatics, Radek, I have it right here, so take it and quit bothering me.” He pulled out the pen…and a folded slip of paper.
He handed the pen to Zelenka and picked up the paper, wondering…oh, right. John had handed it to him yesterday at the staff meeting. He’d forgotten all about it.
He opened it.
He read it, then read it again, to make sure it said what he thought it said, which was:
Will you marry me?
[ ] Yes
[ ] No
He looked up to make some sarcastic comment to find John staring at him, looking like he was about to throw up, even though he’d hardly eaten anything, and…oh. Oh. Rodney stopped breathing, which was rather inconvenient at the moment.
Radek was still standing there, holding the pen and looking confused.
“You’re…you’re serious?” Rodney’s voice cracked, he was having trouble getting his vocal chords to work.
John nodded and bit his lip nervously.
“That’s why you…were acting all…” Rodney waved his hand vaguely in the air, in a gesture that seemed to indicate ‘weird and distracted and annoying.’
John nodded again.
They stared at each other. Teyla looked curiously back and forth between them. Ronon looked either vaguely interested or vaguely bored, it was hard to tell. Zelenka just stood there with the pen, trying, and failing, to look inconspicuous.
“What about-” your command, what people will think, even now with the new policy, Rodney wanted to say, but John cut him off.
“I don’t care.”
Oh. Rodney felt like he was about to explode, his heart was beating probably about one thousand times faster than was normal or healthy, and John looked about the same way.
The silence continued. Then…
“Radek, could I have that pen back for a second?” Rodney said in a falsely calm voice.
He took the pen, marked something on the paper, re-folded it, and slipped it across the table to John.
John reached down, and Rodney noticed the overly controlled motion, as if John were trying to stop his hand from shaking. He unfolded the note, looked at it, then looked back up at Rodney with his eyes shining and that big, dorky grin on his face most people so rarely saw.
“Yeah?” He practically bounced in his chair.
Rodney smiled back and said, “Yeah,” and John said, “Cool.”
And then they had both gotten up out of their chairs and John met Rodney half way and kissed him the middle of the mess, with the sound of talking and laughter and clinking silverware all around them.
Rodney was vaguely aware that the entire room had gone silent, save some shocked gasps, and then some wolf whistles and applause, but he didn’t care, he didn’t, and he was laughing and talking in between kisses.
“You. Are. So. Infuriating. Who the hell. Asks someone to…mmmm. Marry them in a. Note. God, you’re the weirdest person...I’ve ever met.”
And John just smiled, laughed, shrugged, and said “Notes always worked for me in high school,” and then took Rodney’s face in both his hands and kissed him again.
END
Oh dear lord...
EDIT: According to shadowserenity, this is "the best McKay song of ALL TIME" so I figured it would be appropriate for this post. And thanks for the upload, love!
Title: Check One
Author: fledmusic
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not even the idea is totally mine.
Summary: John gives Rodney a note.
Notes: So, this all started when linaerys said here that, because he is a humongous dork, John would propose to Rodney with a note that said:
Will you marry me?
[ ] Yes
[ ] No
I said, "yes, yes he would," and decided to write it as a comment fic, and well, here it is. With a few things changed. All credit goes to linaerys for the actual idea and encouraging me to post it.
So. much. schmoop. But I figure we could all use some happiness after...that whole ordeal.
*
The daily staff meeting had almost ended when John slipped a folded up piece of paper over to Rodney, who was sitting next to him as usual, and also as usual, staring off into space with a look on his face that suggested he wanted to kill everyone in the room for being so utterly boring and wasting his time when he could be working on winning his Nobel.
It took him awhile to notice; John kept inching the paper towards him, pushing it a little closer as he tried to catch Rodney’s eye. Rodney finally looked over and rolled his eyes just as Elizabeth dismissed everyone and they all stood to leave.
“What, are you asking me to the dance, Colonel?”
John just smiled, said, “Something like that,” in that annoyingly cryptic voice of his, pushed himself out of his chair, and walked out of the room.
Just as Rodney was about to unfold the paper, Elizabeth turned back.
“Oh, Rodney, I’m sorry, I forgot to mention this during the meeting, but do you think you could possibly-” he shoved the piece of paper into his pocket, telling himself he’d read it later - if it were that important Sheppard could have told him himself instead of acting like a 12 year old girl- as Elizabeth rambled on about some reports she wanted him to compile on ways to save energy.
*
The day went on and Rodney had completely forgotten about the piece of paper residing in his pocket. He had more important things on his mind, they had a mission to go on, and when John kept shooting him these little side glances, looking at him nervously, Rodney had no idea why.
After a solid hour of walking from the ‘gate to the supposedly ‘nearby’ village, and John not saying anything to him, but merely looking at him quickly and then looking away, Rodney snapped.
“What? What’s wrong? Why do you keep looking at me like that? Do I have something on my face? Did Ronon tape that 'Kick Me' sign to my back again, and thanks ever so much for telling him about that, by the way, it’s all your fault that he does these things, you’re encouraging his behavior, and what? You’ve been acting weird all day.”
John just ducked his head and mumbled, “No…it’s nothing…umm, did you- never mind.”
“Fine then. Don’t expect me to read your mind.”
Rodney cursed as he tripped over a rock. “God! Why do they put these things here? People are trying to walk!”
Teyla very clearly refrained from rolling her eyes -though John and Ronon did not- and smiled patiently. “Rodney, I do not believe anyone put them there, they are simply part of the planet’s scenery.”
Rodney had always hated hiking for that very reason. He didn’t understand the appeal of trekking a long way over terrain that was littered with rocks and other hindrances. If he wanted to torture himself, he would just spend all day reading literary theory.
“Well, they should move them if they want anyone to come to their crappy village. It’s a major detraction for potential visitors.”
John laughed then, but not meanly, and looked at Rodney with exasperated affection, and the warmth in his eyes made Rodney’s face heat up and he smiled back; they stared at each other for what must have been a long time, because Ronon cleared his throat in a not at all subtle way and said, “We’re here,” and then John nearly tripped on a rock, not paying attention to what he was doing.
As Teyla gave them a look that said ‘you two are such children,’ and stepped to the front of the group to meet the villagers who had spotted the team and begun walking towards them, John brushed his hand against Rodney’s and Rodney felt that swooping, rushing feeling in his stomach, and couldn’t believe that after all this time, John could still make him feel like this just by touching him.
Everything seemed to be back to normal.
*
The weirdness returned, though, after awhile, and it was clear that John wanted to say something, but he didn’t; he started to a million times, then stopped himself, and Rodney was getting sick of it. It went on through the whole mission, through the trade bargaining and round of drinks to welcome them, John hardly said two words. He didn’t even pointlessly flirt with the obviously interested women, and that more than anything else made Rodney worried.
Back on Atlantis, after the post-mission briefing, Rodney cornered John in the hallway and spoke in what, for Rodney, was a hushed tone.
“Seriously, what is wrong with you? And don’t give me your stoic military act and say nothing, because I know something’s wrong.” A thought suddenly occurred to Rodney. “Oh God, are you breaking up with me? Is that it?”
He lowered his voice even more; despite the fact that D.A.D.T. had been revoked several months ago, and there was no reason for them to hide their relationship, but they hadn’t discussed it, and Rodney didn’t know if John wanted everyone to know. Sometimes when the topic was brought up, at a meeting or at dinner, John would get very quiet and look very serious. Rodney had tried to broach the subject of what it meant for them a few times, when he and John were alone, but they always just ended up having sex instead. They weren’t very good at that whole…communication thing. Not that Rodney was complaining about the sex part.
“I…did I do something? Because back on the planet, I thought…but if you…just tell me, if you want-”
John looked stricken and said, “No! Of course not! Why would you, after I-” and Rodney felt relief so powerful flow over him that he almost fell over.
“Oh. Then…good. I- wait, what? After you what?”
John got that nervous look again and said, “Nothing. Forget it. I’ll see you later?”
Then he walked hurriedly down the hall, leaving Rodney standing there as confused as ever.
He waited for John to come to his room that night, as he usually did, but he didn’t show, and Rodney fell asleep with the light and his clothes still on.
*
All through breakfast the next morning, John was silent; he sat across from Rodney and picked at his food and wouldn’t look Rodney in the eye for more than a second. Ronon and Teyla had obviously picked up on it, and were awkwardly trying to make conversation to fill the silence. Well, Teyla tried to make conversation. Ronon mostly grunted in agreement between stuffing his face with food.
Rodney had just about had enough, and was prepared to yell at John to stop being so passive aggressive and just tell him what the hell was wrong, at the moment he didn't care that they were in the mess and he would out them to most of the expedition, he just needed to- when Zelenka sat down next to him.
“Rodney, do you have that pen you stole from me earlier? You never give them back, and normally I would not care, but I happen to need it and did not bring one with me. I am on my way to a meeting with Dr. Weir to discuss- well anyway, I know it was you, so please do not even try to deny it.”
Rodney rolled his eyes, not in the mood for dealing with Zelenka right now, and reached into his pocket “Yes, yes, no need for the dramatics, Radek, I have it right here, so take it and quit bothering me.” He pulled out the pen…and a folded slip of paper.
He handed the pen to Zelenka and picked up the paper, wondering…oh, right. John had handed it to him yesterday at the staff meeting. He’d forgotten all about it.
He opened it.
He read it, then read it again, to make sure it said what he thought it said, which was:
Will you marry me?
[ ] Yes
[ ] No
He looked up to make some sarcastic comment to find John staring at him, looking like he was about to throw up, even though he’d hardly eaten anything, and…oh. Oh. Rodney stopped breathing, which was rather inconvenient at the moment.
Radek was still standing there, holding the pen and looking confused.
“You’re…you’re serious?” Rodney’s voice cracked, he was having trouble getting his vocal chords to work.
John nodded and bit his lip nervously.
“That’s why you…were acting all…” Rodney waved his hand vaguely in the air, in a gesture that seemed to indicate ‘weird and distracted and annoying.’
John nodded again.
They stared at each other. Teyla looked curiously back and forth between them. Ronon looked either vaguely interested or vaguely bored, it was hard to tell. Zelenka just stood there with the pen, trying, and failing, to look inconspicuous.
“What about-” your command, what people will think, even now with the new policy, Rodney wanted to say, but John cut him off.
“I don’t care.”
Oh. Rodney felt like he was about to explode, his heart was beating probably about one thousand times faster than was normal or healthy, and John looked about the same way.
The silence continued. Then…
“Radek, could I have that pen back for a second?” Rodney said in a falsely calm voice.
He took the pen, marked something on the paper, re-folded it, and slipped it across the table to John.
John reached down, and Rodney noticed the overly controlled motion, as if John were trying to stop his hand from shaking. He unfolded the note, looked at it, then looked back up at Rodney with his eyes shining and that big, dorky grin on his face most people so rarely saw.
“Yeah?” He practically bounced in his chair.
Rodney smiled back and said, “Yeah,” and John said, “Cool.”
And then they had both gotten up out of their chairs and John met Rodney half way and kissed him the middle of the mess, with the sound of talking and laughter and clinking silverware all around them.
Rodney was vaguely aware that the entire room had gone silent, save some shocked gasps, and then some wolf whistles and applause, but he didn’t care, he didn’t, and he was laughing and talking in between kisses.
“You. Are. So. Infuriating. Who the hell. Asks someone to…mmmm. Marry them in a. Note. God, you’re the weirdest person...I’ve ever met.”
And John just smiled, laughed, shrugged, and said “Notes always worked for me in high school,” and then took Rodney’s face in both his hands and kissed him again.
END
Oh dear lord...
EDIT: According to shadowserenity, this is "the best McKay song of ALL TIME" so I figured it would be appropriate for this post. And thanks for the upload, love!