Prompt # 22 - WIP - Vegas Tag
::facepalm:: Yes, one of a glut of Vegas tags, although this one has a target ending that I haven't seen, anyways..... There's a certain amount of... ummm...... p0rn that may end up next but I don't know if that's a distraction to the story and to the ending. On the other hand, pretty boys having fun....
It's not meant to be a real long piece, so it needs tinkering for style. I tend to get tracked off on dialog and then don't have as much descriptive elements as I think it needs. Some fic, plain dialog is more than ok. But 'Vegas' fics need that sense of style that sets the episode apart.... I've done some work on it but open to suggestions.....
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John tried to think of it as self-preservation instead of paranoia but what ever it was, it ran deep enough that he made sure that McKay's promises would not be empty ones. He had nothing left to lose and he was going to make sure that, whatever happened in the future, he would be protected.
"Not that I'm ungrateful for you saving my life and all," John had drawled, "but if I'm not mistaken, I've just saved the entire planet..... I'm thinking that's worth something." He used what Holland used to call his 'puppy dog eyes' -- didn't seem to work on McKay any better than it had worked on her. Hey, a guy had to try.
McKay's eye narrowed slightly but he didn't disagree, which John considered a good sign. "Okay, okay," McKay gave in, "once you sign the NDAs, I'll make sure you get your contract."
"I get my money even if I don't end up on your team," John re-iterated his main point. McKay, or his people, had cleared up his gambling debt but he had lost his apartment and his car. With quitting his job with no notice, he'd have no references to get another job. Not that he'd have gotten much of one with his record but it would have been something.
"Like Han Solo getting his payment for for saving Princes Leia," McKay grumped but the small smile made John know he was doing the right thing.
John figured McKay bullied whomever there was to bully to get the paperwork done so quickly. Even when the Air Force had passionately wanted to get rid of him, it had taken weeks for the paperwork to be completed.
Three days later, McKay showed up at the -- admittedly nice -- hotel they had put John up at after they released him from their hospital with a briefcase full of papers. It was late enough in the day that John had given up on him and was going to change out of his sweats, take a shower and then find a bar where he could get a burger and a beer.
"Thought there'd be a lawyer doing this," John made it a statement but it was also a question. McKay handed him papers with the standard Sign Here tag on multiple pages. John signed without reading them, figuring that McKay could screw him out of his money without breaking a sweat if he really wanted. He had jerked McKay's chain to see how far they'd go to recruit him.
"Wanted to make sure you didn't change your mind," McKay shrugged. He put the papers back into the the briefcase on the coffee table in the sitting area and looked around. "Not bad," he dismissed the room.
John shrugged, "Your nickle." A dangerous impulse, "Bedroom's through there..." He waved in the direction of the other room.
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Now that I've dusted it off, it may get done....
It's not meant to be a real long piece, so it needs tinkering for style. I tend to get tracked off on dialog and then don't have as much descriptive elements as I think it needs. Some fic, plain dialog is more than ok. But 'Vegas' fics need that sense of style that sets the episode apart.... I've done some work on it but open to suggestions.....
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
John tried to think of it as self-preservation instead of paranoia but what ever it was, it ran deep enough that he made sure that McKay's promises would not be empty ones. He had nothing left to lose and he was going to make sure that, whatever happened in the future, he would be protected.
"Not that I'm ungrateful for you saving my life and all," John had drawled, "but if I'm not mistaken, I've just saved the entire planet..... I'm thinking that's worth something." He used what Holland used to call his 'puppy dog eyes' -- didn't seem to work on McKay any better than it had worked on her. Hey, a guy had to try.
McKay's eye narrowed slightly but he didn't disagree, which John considered a good sign. "Okay, okay," McKay gave in, "once you sign the NDAs, I'll make sure you get your contract."
"I get my money even if I don't end up on your team," John re-iterated his main point. McKay, or his people, had cleared up his gambling debt but he had lost his apartment and his car. With quitting his job with no notice, he'd have no references to get another job. Not that he'd have gotten much of one with his record but it would have been something.
"Like Han Solo getting his payment for for saving Princes Leia," McKay grumped but the small smile made John know he was doing the right thing.
John figured McKay bullied whomever there was to bully to get the paperwork done so quickly. Even when the Air Force had passionately wanted to get rid of him, it had taken weeks for the paperwork to be completed.
Three days later, McKay showed up at the -- admittedly nice -- hotel they had put John up at after they released him from their hospital with a briefcase full of papers. It was late enough in the day that John had given up on him and was going to change out of his sweats, take a shower and then find a bar where he could get a burger and a beer.
"Thought there'd be a lawyer doing this," John made it a statement but it was also a question. McKay handed him papers with the standard Sign Here tag on multiple pages. John signed without reading them, figuring that McKay could screw him out of his money without breaking a sweat if he really wanted. He had jerked McKay's chain to see how far they'd go to recruit him.
"Wanted to make sure you didn't change your mind," McKay shrugged. He put the papers back into the the briefcase on the coffee table in the sitting area and looked around. "Not bad," he dismissed the room.
John shrugged, "Your nickle." A dangerous impulse, "Bedroom's through there..." He waved in the direction of the other room.
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Now that I've dusted it off, it may get done....