FIC: "About Embarrassing Baby Photos and Puddle-Jumpers", PG13, McKay/Beckett, Sheppard/Stackhouse
Title: About Embarrassing Baby Photos and Puddle-Jumping Puddle Jumpers
Author: Severusslave
Rating: PG13
Pairing: McKay/Beckett, Sheppard/Stackhouse
Words: 1040
Note: + Written for au100 challenge 24: Family
+ My claim is McKay/Beckett (SGA)
+ Table
"... and then suddenly Stackhouse grinned, looked around to us, shut off the inertial dampers and rolled the fucking jumper sideways thrice! I mean, I loved it, these babies are wonderful ships, but our team was positively green. Kavanaugh almost immediately began to rant and insult Stackhouse and I was ready to put him in his place as Stackhouse said, 'Markham loved to do that. He had always said that he wasn't a pilot, didn't he, Colonel? But when it was just the two of us he'd always said 'Andy, I'm not a pilot, but this isn't a plane. This is a ship and I'm a marine!' and then he'd done things like that.' And everybody was silent. Stackhouse had looked unmovingly at the jumper's screen and then when I thought that he would either start to cry or, I don't know, do something else like that, he grinned at me and said, 'Or like that!' and - and this is so cool - let the puddle jumper jump over the ocean's surface like a small, flat stone would!"
"You'd like that," Rodney answered John, who himself was jumping in his seat like an overjoyed puppy. Rodney shook his head. "Oh yes! Man, this was so awesome! I'm definitely going to fly the jumpers with him again in the near future!"
"You do that, Colonel. Help him get over Markham's death."
John nodded, "Yes, I will."
"And fly a jumper with him." Rodney teased.
And John stopped looking with a vacant gaze at the pattern of the bed's overthrow, looked up at Rodney and blushed as he saw Rodney's lecherous smirk.
"That was not what I meant, Rodney, and you know it!" John protested.
"Well, of course, but I thin it would do the both of you good." Rodney advised as Carson, who had until now just lain cuddled to Rodney's chest with his eyes closed, but smiling at the Colonel's narration, thumbed him in the thigh.
"Don't play matchmaker, Rodney, remember Josh and Mary?" Carson mumbled.
And Rodney abruptly started to laugh. Loud bellowing guffaws that shook the bed and made Carson sit up a moment. Carson smirked at Rodney, "I personally thought you had enough of moldy pumpkins?"
"Oh, definitely!"
Carson cuddled again against Rodney's chest and addressed John, "Josh and Mary were two classmates who couldn't stand each other. A fact that Rodney though was the undeniable proof for their eternal love and hidden desire for each other. His meddling ended in being hit by a thrown pumpkin."
"Classmates? How long have you two known each other?"
"We met on the fourth of August in 1968 for the first time." Carson said.
John was stunned by the exact date and blinked once, "Wait, just how old are you guys?"
Carson grinned, "Thirty-nine, both of us."
"You met each other as you were two years old and can remember the date? What the hell?" John asked looking confused.
Rodney and Carson smiled at each other, cuddled closer and shared a brief kiss. Then Rodney started to explain.
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"The fourth of August, 1968 was the day our mothers first met. See, our fathers worked together. In Edinburgh. And there was this gas explosion in the house next to their offices. Half the quarter burned down and fourteen men and woman died in that fire. Both of our fathers included."
"I'm sorry," said John.
"No, no, don't be. Both of us didn't really know then anyway. And things did turn out to be good that way. So, the fourth of August in 1968 was the day our mother first met. On a hallway outside the office that administrated the regulations of the compensation payments for the remaining dependants. And, as they told us, both of us were very cranky and unhappy two-years-old that day. But as soo as we noticed that there was another squalling child in the room we calmed down and stared at each other. Heh, our mothers were very glad that we finally shut up. We we're told that as soon as they had spread out a blanket for us to play on we did just that without any further whining and immediately began blubbering at each other. Now, as we two were entertained they got to start chatting themselves."
Carson remarked, "I wish we could remember what they did talk about that day..."
"No, no, I really don't want to know. Carson you're so weird sometimes!" and Rodney shuddered.
"Why's that?" John asked curious.
"They dated and went out for about two months and then rented a flat together. They would have married if it was legal in the 1960s in the UK." Rodney said in a slightly provocative tone.
"Oh!" John's eyes were as wide as saucers. It took some seconds, but then he grinned. "Hey, that's cool. So, you grew up as brothers? This has to be awkwrad seeing as you are married now. I mean-"
Carson interrupted him, "No. Not really. We never really considered each other as siblings." Rodney nodded his agreement and said, "We knew that we are not related." Carson continued, "And we didn't behave like brothers. Mom and Ma have told us that even as toddlers we seemed to be courting each other. They took the most sweet-" Rodney interrupted him, "Embarrassing!" "-pictures. They are not embarrassing, Rodney! They're sweet!" Carson finished his sentence and promptly poked Rodney harshly.
"Ouch, damn it, Carson!" Rodney yelped. He merely got glared at.
"Alright, alright. If you say so, then they are sweet."
"I do say so."
"Wonderful."
"Okay then," Carson said satisfied and Rodney let himself be drawn into a kiss.
John groaned and hid his face behind his hands. "God! You are so-" And Rodney whipped his head around, facing John sitting on the chair across their bed, and semi-growled, "What!?"
John grinned at Carson and said, "Sweet." Rodney groaned again and slumped back onto the bed and flung an arm over his eyes.
"They are sweet. Rodney, I thought you said-" Carson began.
"Carson! Naked. Kissing. Six-years-old. Boys!" Rodney wangled to almost shout the hacked up sentence as he mumbled through his pullover's sleeve.
Carson patted Rodney's stomach appeasingly and grinned mischievously at John.
"And, John? Wanna see?"
Author: Severusslave
Rating: PG13
Pairing: McKay/Beckett, Sheppard/Stackhouse
Words: 1040
Note: + Written for au100 challenge 24: Family
+ My claim is McKay/Beckett (SGA)
+ Table
"... and then suddenly Stackhouse grinned, looked around to us, shut off the inertial dampers and rolled the fucking jumper sideways thrice! I mean, I loved it, these babies are wonderful ships, but our team was positively green. Kavanaugh almost immediately began to rant and insult Stackhouse and I was ready to put him in his place as Stackhouse said, 'Markham loved to do that. He had always said that he wasn't a pilot, didn't he, Colonel? But when it was just the two of us he'd always said 'Andy, I'm not a pilot, but this isn't a plane. This is a ship and I'm a marine!' and then he'd done things like that.' And everybody was silent. Stackhouse had looked unmovingly at the jumper's screen and then when I thought that he would either start to cry or, I don't know, do something else like that, he grinned at me and said, 'Or like that!' and - and this is so cool - let the puddle jumper jump over the ocean's surface like a small, flat stone would!"
"You'd like that," Rodney answered John, who himself was jumping in his seat like an overjoyed puppy. Rodney shook his head. "Oh yes! Man, this was so awesome! I'm definitely going to fly the jumpers with him again in the near future!"
"You do that, Colonel. Help him get over Markham's death."
John nodded, "Yes, I will."
"And fly a jumper with him." Rodney teased.
And John stopped looking with a vacant gaze at the pattern of the bed's overthrow, looked up at Rodney and blushed as he saw Rodney's lecherous smirk.
"That was not what I meant, Rodney, and you know it!" John protested.
"Well, of course, but I thin it would do the both of you good." Rodney advised as Carson, who had until now just lain cuddled to Rodney's chest with his eyes closed, but smiling at the Colonel's narration, thumbed him in the thigh.
"Don't play matchmaker, Rodney, remember Josh and Mary?" Carson mumbled.
And Rodney abruptly started to laugh. Loud bellowing guffaws that shook the bed and made Carson sit up a moment. Carson smirked at Rodney, "I personally thought you had enough of moldy pumpkins?"
"Oh, definitely!"
Carson cuddled again against Rodney's chest and addressed John, "Josh and Mary were two classmates who couldn't stand each other. A fact that Rodney though was the undeniable proof for their eternal love and hidden desire for each other. His meddling ended in being hit by a thrown pumpkin."
"Classmates? How long have you two known each other?"
"We met on the fourth of August in 1968 for the first time." Carson said.
John was stunned by the exact date and blinked once, "Wait, just how old are you guys?"
Carson grinned, "Thirty-nine, both of us."
"You met each other as you were two years old and can remember the date? What the hell?" John asked looking confused.
Rodney and Carson smiled at each other, cuddled closer and shared a brief kiss. Then Rodney started to explain.
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"The fourth of August, 1968 was the day our mothers first met. See, our fathers worked together. In Edinburgh. And there was this gas explosion in the house next to their offices. Half the quarter burned down and fourteen men and woman died in that fire. Both of our fathers included."
"I'm sorry," said John.
"No, no, don't be. Both of us didn't really know then anyway. And things did turn out to be good that way. So, the fourth of August in 1968 was the day our mother first met. On a hallway outside the office that administrated the regulations of the compensation payments for the remaining dependants. And, as they told us, both of us were very cranky and unhappy two-years-old that day. But as soo as we noticed that there was another squalling child in the room we calmed down and stared at each other. Heh, our mothers were very glad that we finally shut up. We we're told that as soon as they had spread out a blanket for us to play on we did just that without any further whining and immediately began blubbering at each other. Now, as we two were entertained they got to start chatting themselves."
Carson remarked, "I wish we could remember what they did talk about that day..."
"No, no, I really don't want to know. Carson you're so weird sometimes!" and Rodney shuddered.
"Why's that?" John asked curious.
"They dated and went out for about two months and then rented a flat together. They would have married if it was legal in the 1960s in the UK." Rodney said in a slightly provocative tone.
"Oh!" John's eyes were as wide as saucers. It took some seconds, but then he grinned. "Hey, that's cool. So, you grew up as brothers? This has to be awkwrad seeing as you are married now. I mean-"
Carson interrupted him, "No. Not really. We never really considered each other as siblings." Rodney nodded his agreement and said, "We knew that we are not related." Carson continued, "And we didn't behave like brothers. Mom and Ma have told us that even as toddlers we seemed to be courting each other. They took the most sweet-" Rodney interrupted him, "Embarrassing!" "-pictures. They are not embarrassing, Rodney! They're sweet!" Carson finished his sentence and promptly poked Rodney harshly.
"Ouch, damn it, Carson!" Rodney yelped. He merely got glared at.
"Alright, alright. If you say so, then they are sweet."
"I do say so."
"Wonderful."
"Okay then," Carson said satisfied and Rodney let himself be drawn into a kiss.
John groaned and hid his face behind his hands. "God! You are so-" And Rodney whipped his head around, facing John sitting on the chair across their bed, and semi-growled, "What!?"
John grinned at Carson and said, "Sweet." Rodney groaned again and slumped back onto the bed and flung an arm over his eyes.
"They are sweet. Rodney, I thought you said-" Carson began.
"Carson! Naked. Kissing. Six-years-old. Boys!" Rodney wangled to almost shout the hacked up sentence as he mumbled through his pullover's sleeve.
Carson patted Rodney's stomach appeasingly and grinned mischievously at John.
"And, John? Wanna see?"