Momentary Lapse of Sanity by slybrarian (Dating Challenge)
Title: A Momentary Lapse Of Sanity (Dating Challenge)
Author: slybrarian
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Disclaimer: I own nothing that recognize
Author's Notes: This is a prequel of sorts to Reunion and It's Character Forming, which are Sheppard/Lorne. Set at some indeterminate point in late season two or early season three. Thanks to archae_ology for beta.
John lifted the pot from the tiny stove in his quarters and carried it over to the table. It wasn't quite fettucini alfredo, but it was the closest he could manage given what he had to work with, and in his opinion it was, if anything, even better than the real thing. John stood back and rubbed his hands as he surveyed his work. There were plates, salads, and a basket of warm bread sticks on the table, plus a bottle of fine Athosian wine - not the stuff Halling made, but the good kind. There were candles lit on the table and elsewhere, with the normal lighting dimmed. The movie was ready to go, and supplies for afterwards were on nightstand. All he needed now was for Rodney to show up, and everything would be perfect.
John sat down on his bed to wait for him. He waited, and then waited some more. Finally, after Rodney was a half-hour late, John gave in and called him on the radio, but got no reply. Next, he tried Zelenka.
"Hey, Radek. You know where Rodney is? He was supposed to be here thirty minutes ago, and I can't reach him."
"Hmm? That's odd. He just started experiment in high-energy lab about ten minutes ago. Blocks radio. Probably be two, three hours before he's done." Radek paused, then added, "Did he forget about plans again? I can get him, if you wish."
"No, no, that's fine," John said, taking a deep breath. "Don't bother him. Thanks." John sat down and ate his salad, before very carefully packing the rest of the meal into containers and sticking them into the tiny fridge built into the wall, and calmly snuffing out and putting away the candles. That done, he stomped out the door and down the hall, head held high.
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"Really? Never?"
"Not that I know of, at least, and believe me, I'd have heard. Botanists gossip." Parrish shrugged. "It's certainly possible, but so far no one's actually encountered any sex pollen." He would have said more, but John burst into Lorne's office and started to wave his hands about. Lorne and Parrish shared an amused glance as John started to speak.
"What the hell was I thinking?" he said. "I mean, seriously. Dating McKay? I must have still been drugged when I suggested it."
"Hmmm?" Lorne said, lifting an eyebrow.
"I made dinner, complete with wine and candles, and had planned this days in advance for a time he was free. And what does he do? Starts running some experiment. First chance for a real, proper date instead of just playing games - and don't even get me started on his stupid iron mine - or sitting around the lab or screwing and he blows me off!" John had been pacing around the office and stopped to turn to the other men while scratching his head. "I'm sorry, am I interrupting something?"
"Oh, no, not at all," Parrish said quickly, not even bothering to try to hide his smile.
"Don't get me wrong, the sex was fantastic. Mind-blowing, even. And who knew he was so flexible?" John's rant paused for a moment as he thought about something, then continued, "Too fantastic, really. I mean, seriously, who wants to have spectacular sex every time? The man's never heard of the word 'relaxing', and he wants to do it constantly. If I tried to keep this up, I'd drop dead within another week. Don't even get me started on how hard it is to get him to sit still long enough to cuddle."
"That's terrible," Lorne said in a deadpan voice.
"I know. I'd kill for some lazy, sleepy, early morning sex, but no, this is the one activity where Rodney is athletic all the time." John threw up his hands in disgust. "I'm not even going to try. He can find someone else to sleep with. It was bad enough when he was just calling me a space whore, I'm not going to let him treat me like one."
"Absolutely not," Parrish said in agreement. "You deserve someone who would treat you right."
"Damn straight I do." John ran his hand through his hair, and looked between Lorne and Parrish. "Sorry, I just had to vent. I'll go drag Ronon out on for a run."
When the door closed behind John, Parrish turned to Lorne and said, "Well, that was odd." Lorne just stared at the door, a small smile on his lips. Parrish chuckled. "It must be your lucky day, Evan. He's gay, available, and apparently a closet romantic."
"Yeah. Still my CO, though." Despite his words, Lorne still had a hopeful look on his face.
"Hey, you never know unless you try." Parrish shrugged. "Maybe you'll get lucky and discover sex pollen together."
Author: slybrarian
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Disclaimer: I own nothing that recognize
Author's Notes: This is a prequel of sorts to Reunion and It's Character Forming, which are Sheppard/Lorne. Set at some indeterminate point in late season two or early season three. Thanks to archae_ology for beta.
John lifted the pot from the tiny stove in his quarters and carried it over to the table. It wasn't quite fettucini alfredo, but it was the closest he could manage given what he had to work with, and in his opinion it was, if anything, even better than the real thing. John stood back and rubbed his hands as he surveyed his work. There were plates, salads, and a basket of warm bread sticks on the table, plus a bottle of fine Athosian wine - not the stuff Halling made, but the good kind. There were candles lit on the table and elsewhere, with the normal lighting dimmed. The movie was ready to go, and supplies for afterwards were on nightstand. All he needed now was for Rodney to show up, and everything would be perfect.
John sat down on his bed to wait for him. He waited, and then waited some more. Finally, after Rodney was a half-hour late, John gave in and called him on the radio, but got no reply. Next, he tried Zelenka.
"Hey, Radek. You know where Rodney is? He was supposed to be here thirty minutes ago, and I can't reach him."
"Hmm? That's odd. He just started experiment in high-energy lab about ten minutes ago. Blocks radio. Probably be two, three hours before he's done." Radek paused, then added, "Did he forget about plans again? I can get him, if you wish."
"No, no, that's fine," John said, taking a deep breath. "Don't bother him. Thanks." John sat down and ate his salad, before very carefully packing the rest of the meal into containers and sticking them into the tiny fridge built into the wall, and calmly snuffing out and putting away the candles. That done, he stomped out the door and down the hall, head held high.
---
"Really? Never?"
"Not that I know of, at least, and believe me, I'd have heard. Botanists gossip." Parrish shrugged. "It's certainly possible, but so far no one's actually encountered any sex pollen." He would have said more, but John burst into Lorne's office and started to wave his hands about. Lorne and Parrish shared an amused glance as John started to speak.
"What the hell was I thinking?" he said. "I mean, seriously. Dating McKay? I must have still been drugged when I suggested it."
"Hmmm?" Lorne said, lifting an eyebrow.
"I made dinner, complete with wine and candles, and had planned this days in advance for a time he was free. And what does he do? Starts running some experiment. First chance for a real, proper date instead of just playing games - and don't even get me started on his stupid iron mine - or sitting around the lab or screwing and he blows me off!" John had been pacing around the office and stopped to turn to the other men while scratching his head. "I'm sorry, am I interrupting something?"
"Oh, no, not at all," Parrish said quickly, not even bothering to try to hide his smile.
"Don't get me wrong, the sex was fantastic. Mind-blowing, even. And who knew he was so flexible?" John's rant paused for a moment as he thought about something, then continued, "Too fantastic, really. I mean, seriously, who wants to have spectacular sex every time? The man's never heard of the word 'relaxing', and he wants to do it constantly. If I tried to keep this up, I'd drop dead within another week. Don't even get me started on how hard it is to get him to sit still long enough to cuddle."
"That's terrible," Lorne said in a deadpan voice.
"I know. I'd kill for some lazy, sleepy, early morning sex, but no, this is the one activity where Rodney is athletic all the time." John threw up his hands in disgust. "I'm not even going to try. He can find someone else to sleep with. It was bad enough when he was just calling me a space whore, I'm not going to let him treat me like one."
"Absolutely not," Parrish said in agreement. "You deserve someone who would treat you right."
"Damn straight I do." John ran his hand through his hair, and looked between Lorne and Parrish. "Sorry, I just had to vent. I'll go drag Ronon out on for a run."
When the door closed behind John, Parrish turned to Lorne and said, "Well, that was odd." Lorne just stared at the door, a small smile on his lips. Parrish chuckled. "It must be your lucky day, Evan. He's gay, available, and apparently a closet romantic."
"Yeah. Still my CO, though." Despite his words, Lorne still had a hopeful look on his face.
"Hey, you never know unless you try." Parrish shrugged. "Maybe you'll get lucky and discover sex pollen together."