Day 18: On Angels
Title: On Angels
Author: Lady Yueh
Fandom: SG-A
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not my property and no infringement is intended.
Characters: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Date: December 18
Author’s Notes: For tarlanx. Enjoy the crack.
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“I can’t believe you,” Rodney broke in as he sat down.
“What?” John asked. “Not a big fan of angels?”
“They are quite interesting,” Teyla spoke. “Somewhat reminiscent of the role the Ancestors play in the lives of my own people.”
Ronon shook his head, clearly not impressed.
Rodney snorted. “Sheppard’s been telling you about the fluffy, harp playing guardians of humanity? Total lies.”
“I haven’t been lying,” John denied.
“Then you’re perpetuating the lies you’ve been told,” Rodney allowed reluctantly. “Angels are depicted as fierce and inhuman warriors who carry out the orders of their God without mercy. According to various religious texts, they’ve destroyed cities, killed countless humans, and in general, been badass enforcers. They’re no more fluffy and cute than Ronon is.”
Ronon arched an eyebrow in acknowledgement of the compliment.
“Oh, I dunno. Ronon’s pretty gosh darn cute,” John teased.
Ronon’s expression clearly said that John would be regretting that remark in the near future.
“They do sound fearsome, very different from John’s explanations,” Teyla said in an effort to make peace.
“How do you know so much about angels anyway, McKay?” John questioned.
Rodney spoke through a mouth full of mac’n’cheese, to the disgust of some of his tablemates. “You have to know everything you can about something in order to disprove it, you know. I probably know more about religion than you do, colonel.”
“Somehow, not surprised,” Sheppard muttered good naturedly.
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“Badass enforcers?” John asked him later as he idly caressed that spot right between Rodney’s shoulder blades, so sensitive and soft.
“What the hell am I supposed to do when you’re spreading that ridiculous drivel? Let you?” Rodney murmured crankily against John’s neck.
“We’re not supposed to care what they think about us,” John reminded him mildly.
“Right, try the fluffy and kind approach. Yet, I somehow seem to remember the sword and threat of damnation being more effective.”
“You don’t believe that,” John reproached without much bite. “You’re all about free will.”
“Yeah, well, when free will lets those Ancient morons do as they please and act with more stupidity then I’ve ever seen any of His creations exhibit, Lucifer included, I think I have the right to change my opinions,” Rodney complained.
“Oh, please. You know you’re just a big marshmallow with wings,” John teased as he kneaded at the bundle of nerves underneath his hand.
Rodney hissed and arched. “Don’t think I won’t ram my sword up your ass,” he warned.
“That’s what I’m hoping for,” John leered. “Smite me, baby.”
Rodney groaned and not in arousal.
Author: Lady Yueh
Fandom: SG-A
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not my property and no infringement is intended.
Characters: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Date: December 18
Author’s Notes: For tarlanx. Enjoy the crack.
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“I can’t believe you,” Rodney broke in as he sat down.
“What?” John asked. “Not a big fan of angels?”
“They are quite interesting,” Teyla spoke. “Somewhat reminiscent of the role the Ancestors play in the lives of my own people.”
Ronon shook his head, clearly not impressed.
Rodney snorted. “Sheppard’s been telling you about the fluffy, harp playing guardians of humanity? Total lies.”
“I haven’t been lying,” John denied.
“Then you’re perpetuating the lies you’ve been told,” Rodney allowed reluctantly. “Angels are depicted as fierce and inhuman warriors who carry out the orders of their God without mercy. According to various religious texts, they’ve destroyed cities, killed countless humans, and in general, been badass enforcers. They’re no more fluffy and cute than Ronon is.”
Ronon arched an eyebrow in acknowledgement of the compliment.
“Oh, I dunno. Ronon’s pretty gosh darn cute,” John teased.
Ronon’s expression clearly said that John would be regretting that remark in the near future.
“They do sound fearsome, very different from John’s explanations,” Teyla said in an effort to make peace.
“How do you know so much about angels anyway, McKay?” John questioned.
Rodney spoke through a mouth full of mac’n’cheese, to the disgust of some of his tablemates. “You have to know everything you can about something in order to disprove it, you know. I probably know more about religion than you do, colonel.”
“Somehow, not surprised,” Sheppard muttered good naturedly.
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“Badass enforcers?” John asked him later as he idly caressed that spot right between Rodney’s shoulder blades, so sensitive and soft.
“What the hell am I supposed to do when you’re spreading that ridiculous drivel? Let you?” Rodney murmured crankily against John’s neck.
“We’re not supposed to care what they think about us,” John reminded him mildly.
“Right, try the fluffy and kind approach. Yet, I somehow seem to remember the sword and threat of damnation being more effective.”
“You don’t believe that,” John reproached without much bite. “You’re all about free will.”
“Yeah, well, when free will lets those Ancient morons do as they please and act with more stupidity then I’ve ever seen any of His creations exhibit, Lucifer included, I think I have the right to change my opinions,” Rodney complained.
“Oh, please. You know you’re just a big marshmallow with wings,” John teased as he kneaded at the bundle of nerves underneath his hand.
Rodney hissed and arched. “Don’t think I won’t ram my sword up your ass,” he warned.
“That’s what I’m hoping for,” John leered. “Smite me, baby.”
Rodney groaned and not in arousal.