Ok I lied about not writing SGA mainly because I totally forgot that I had this verse floating around but be kind about continuity errors since I haven't seen SGA since I fell out of love with it last summer.
The phone call was short and to the point.
"Madison's graduation is in 2 weeks. You're coming or I'm never speaking to you again. Yes Meredith, I do still love you despite what an incredible jackass you are."
And really, with a message like that how could Rodney not go to his only niece's high school graduation.
It wasn't until he actually arrived at their house that Rodney realized just how long it had been since he'd seen anyone that wasn't the idiotic students he taught to keep funding his "Fix Evan Lorne's Fuck Up and Get the World Back to Normal aka Where in the Timesphere is John Sheppard" research. The house looked the same, but the second he walked inside he knew how painfully long it had been.
Starting with the fact that his sister had wrinkles.
"It's called getting older idiot. If you owned a mirror you'd see them on your face too."
Oops. Well she knew about his lack of filter anyway.
"Good to see you too Jeannie."
"It's good to know that threats still work on you. Come in and see Madison before she runs off to rehearsal."
“What’s there to rehearse?” Rodney asked following her into the living room. “Sit still, stand up, walk across stage, even my idiot students managed to do that.” Then he stopped as he saw just who was sitting on the couch in Jeannie’s living room. The last 13 years had aged him, just as it had the rest of them, but he was still him. Him with a leg brace apparently.
“McKay.”
“Lorne,” Rodney replied coolly and then spun around to face Jeannie. “What is he doing here?”
Back when Jeannie was coming around all the time making sure he was still alive she’d taken his rantings about one Evan Lorne with a sympathetic face and some words about misplaced anger and is this really going to help you get John back, but now her face was cold bordering on angry and the fact that Lorne was here obviously meant that something more was going on.
“Are you cheating on Caleb with him? Isn’t it a little crass to bring your mistress into the house?”
He should have expected the slap. And the second one. Before anyone else could say something pounding down the steps and a voice shouting “Uncle Evan, what about this one?” interrupted them, followed by a girl who could not possibly be his niece because she was too tall and wearing clothes that definitely didn’t belong on a little girl’s body.
Madison completely ignored him and went in front of the couch spinning around to show off her dress to “Uncle Evan” and Evan gave her a big grin.
“Didn’t I say you should wear that one in the first place?”
Madison gave a drawn out sigh that all teenagers had perfected, “Yeah yeah, fine you were right. Although it’s still mildly disturbing how well you know how clothes work.”
“It’s what happens when you grow up pestering a big sister.”
“You’re going to be late Madison,” Jeannie said, smiling at the scene.
“Oh shit,” Madison yelped and then leaned down to give Lorne a kiss on the cheek and turned to give Jeannie one too, “Bye Uncle Evan, bye Mom.” And as she grabbed her purse off the couch and was running out the door, as an afterthought she turned around and said, “Nice to see you Uncle Rodney,” and then she was gone. And they were back to where they were before she interrupted.
Except Rodney had another piece of information. Lorne hadn’t just lost his best friend, he’d stolen his family too.
“Don’t you have a sister of your own? Did you have to steal mine too? Sending my best friend off to who knows when wasn’t enough for you huh?” The way his face paled should have made Rodney feel better, but somehow it didn’t and before Rodney could go on Jeannie stopped him.
“He didn’t steal anything from you. You walked away so don’t you dare blame him for being here when we needed him, for being the uncle you could never be, especially not when he’s done so much to help you.”
“How has he helped me? From my point of view all he’s done is sit on your couch and somehow ruin his leg.”
Jeannie smacked him on the head. Again, something he should have expected. “How the hell do you think you’re allowed to sit out there in the middle of nowhere doing your research uninterrupted? No one coming to check in on you, trying to get you to take on other projects? It’s all thanks to him.”
Rodney froze, his mind working through this. He had thought it was weird that no one bugged him, but he’d assumed it was just because of who he was and people were just sick of him. Should have known the SGC wouldn’t let brilliance go away like that.
“He did all that?” Jeannie nodded.
“Why?”
Jeannie nodded her head towards Lorne, “Ask him.”
Rodney asked it again, not moving an inch, still staring at Jeannie. “Why?”
“You’re not the only one who wants him back. And you’re not the only one who thinks it was my fault.”
Jeannie started at that and turned to Lorne, clearly about to launch into some kind of diatribe but both the look on Lorne’s face and Rodney’s hand on her arm stopped her and she walked away to the kitchen instead.
Rodney sat down and finally looked at Lorne. He was tired, as tired as Rodney, that was clear. He still looked good though, leg brace aside and he still had that presence that made people like and respect him. And underneath that was guilt. Guilt that he felt everyday he couldn’t figure out when John was going to be and how to get him back. And that’s what settled it. Maybe sharing this wouldn’t be so bad.
“So what happened to your leg?” Rodney asked sitting down next to him. Lorne gave him a small smile and launched into an explanation about a mission and an alien race that took offense to their BDUs.
Eeeeee! I love this verse, I really do! Lorne! Rodney! JEANNIE! And Madison, all grown up! Awwww! Thank you! If you do this meme, point me towards it and I will write something for you! And if not, I'll do it anyway ;D
(Also, I am disturbingly bummed about not getting the Jamie/Stephanie XD)
Because I'm crazy bored at work...semiroseMarch 6 2009, 03:32:26 UTC
Jamie barely blinked as she walked into her apartment to the sound of her voice coming out of the TV. She just tossed her stuff onto the chair a plopped down on the couch next to the girl watching and snagged the pint of ice cream from her hands.
"I don't know why you watch this drivel," Jamie said around a bite of cookiedough.
"Because I'm contractually obligated to blog about it for Bravo and I can't very well just write 'Tom was a dick. Europeans were obnoxious. My not a girlfriend was kicked off unfairly.' The producers would not be pleased."
Stephanie turned and gave Jamie that adorable smile that made America fall in love with her and Jamie responded with a quick kiss and another bite of ice cream turning back to the show.
The best (and most unexpected) result of doing Top Chef was this not a relationship that developed with Stephanie. Oh sure the publicity boost was great and business had never been better, but as sappy as it sounded meeting Stephanie had made the whole thing worth it. Sure it was long distance given that she was opening her restaurant in Chicago, but they managed and Jamie wouldn't trade it for anything.
(and yay I'm glad you liked it! I can't believe I totally forgot about this 'verse.)
(ETA: And now that I'm following Jamie on twitter I feel a little weird about this XD)
The phone call was short and to the point.
"Madison's graduation is in 2 weeks. You're coming or I'm never speaking to you again. Yes Meredith, I do still love you despite what an incredible jackass you are."
And really, with a message like that how could Rodney not go to his only niece's high school graduation.
It wasn't until he actually arrived at their house that Rodney realized just how long it had been since he'd seen anyone that wasn't the idiotic students he taught to keep funding his "Fix Evan Lorne's Fuck Up and Get the World Back to Normal aka Where in the Timesphere is John Sheppard" research. The house looked the same, but the second he walked inside he knew how painfully long it had been.
Starting with the fact that his sister had wrinkles.
"It's called getting older idiot. If you owned a mirror you'd see them on your face too."
Oops. Well she knew about his lack of filter anyway.
"Good to see you too Jeannie."
"It's good to know that threats still work on you. Come in and see Madison before she runs off to rehearsal."
“What’s there to rehearse?” Rodney asked following her into the living room. “Sit still, stand up, walk across stage, even my idiot students managed to do that.” Then he stopped as he saw just who was sitting on the couch in Jeannie’s living room. The last 13 years had aged him, just as it had the rest of them, but he was still him. Him with a leg brace apparently.
“McKay.”
“Lorne,” Rodney replied coolly and then spun around to face Jeannie. “What is he doing here?”
Back when Jeannie was coming around all the time making sure he was still alive she’d taken his rantings about one Evan Lorne with a sympathetic face and some words about misplaced anger and is this really going to help you get John back, but now her face was cold bordering on angry and the fact that Lorne was here obviously meant that something more was going on.
“Are you cheating on Caleb with him? Isn’t it a little crass to bring your mistress into the house?”
He should have expected the slap. And the second one.
Before anyone else could say something pounding down the steps and a voice shouting “Uncle Evan, what about this one?” interrupted them, followed by a girl who could not possibly be his niece because she was too tall and wearing clothes that definitely didn’t belong on a little girl’s body.
Madison completely ignored him and went in front of the couch spinning around to show off her dress to “Uncle Evan” and Evan gave her a big grin.
“Didn’t I say you should wear that one in the first place?”
Madison gave a drawn out sigh that all teenagers had perfected, “Yeah yeah, fine you were right. Although it’s still mildly disturbing how well you know how clothes work.”
“It’s what happens when you grow up pestering a big sister.”
“You’re going to be late Madison,” Jeannie said, smiling at the scene.
“Oh shit,” Madison yelped and then leaned down to give Lorne a kiss on the cheek and turned to give Jeannie one too, “Bye Uncle Evan, bye Mom.” And as she grabbed her purse off the couch and was running out the door, as an afterthought she turned around and said, “Nice to see you Uncle Rodney,” and then she was gone. And they were back to where they were before she interrupted.
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Except Rodney had another piece of information. Lorne hadn’t just lost his best friend, he’d stolen his family too.
“Don’t you have a sister of your own? Did you have to steal mine too? Sending my best friend off to who knows when wasn’t enough for you huh?” The way his face paled should have made Rodney feel better, but somehow it didn’t and before Rodney could go on Jeannie stopped him.
“He didn’t steal anything from you. You walked away so don’t you dare blame him for being here when we needed him, for being the uncle you could never be, especially not when he’s done so much to help you.”
“How has he helped me? From my point of view all he’s done is sit on your couch and somehow ruin his leg.”
Jeannie smacked him on the head. Again, something he should have expected. “How the hell do you think you’re allowed to sit out there in the middle of nowhere doing your research uninterrupted? No one coming to check in on you, trying to get you to take on other projects? It’s all thanks to him.”
Rodney froze, his mind working through this. He had thought it was weird that no one bugged him, but he’d assumed it was just because of who he was and people were just sick of him. Should have known the SGC wouldn’t let brilliance go away like that.
“He did all that?” Jeannie nodded.
“Why?”
Jeannie nodded her head towards Lorne, “Ask him.”
Rodney asked it again, not moving an inch, still staring at Jeannie. “Why?”
“You’re not the only one who wants him back. And you’re not the only one who thinks it was my fault.”
Jeannie started at that and turned to Lorne, clearly about to launch into some kind of diatribe but both the look on Lorne’s face and Rodney’s hand on her arm stopped her and she walked away to the kitchen instead.
Rodney sat down and finally looked at Lorne. He was tired, as tired as Rodney, that was clear. He still looked good though, leg brace aside and he still had that presence that made people like and respect him. And underneath that was guilt. Guilt that he felt everyday he couldn’t figure out when John was going to be and how to get him back. And that’s what settled it. Maybe sharing this wouldn’t be so bad.
“So what happened to your leg?” Rodney asked sitting down next to him. Lorne gave him a small smile and launched into an explanation about a mission and an alien race that took offense to their BDUs.
Maybe it was time to rename his research.
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(Also, I am disturbingly bummed about not getting the Jamie/Stephanie XD)
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"I don't know why you watch this drivel," Jamie said around a bite of cookiedough.
"Because I'm contractually obligated to blog about it for Bravo and I can't very well just write 'Tom was a dick. Europeans were obnoxious. My not a girlfriend was kicked off unfairly.' The producers would not be pleased."
Stephanie turned and gave Jamie that adorable smile that made America fall in love with her and Jamie responded with a quick kiss and another bite of ice cream turning back to the show.
The best (and most unexpected) result of doing Top Chef was this not a relationship that developed with Stephanie. Oh sure the publicity boost was great and business had never been better, but as sappy as it sounded meeting Stephanie had made the whole thing worth it. Sure it was long distance given that she was opening her restaurant in Chicago, but they managed and Jamie wouldn't trade it for anything.
(and yay I'm glad you liked it! I can't believe I totally forgot about this 'verse.)
(ETA: And now that I'm following Jamie on twitter I feel a little weird about this XD)
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Um. Just thinking about that is pretty hot.
(Also, Jamie is on Twitter? ::stalks::)
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