Fic: Happy New Year B
Title: Happy New Year B
Author: Gemmi999
Rating: G
Notes: There are BRIEF spoilers for most of season 4. Read at your own risk!
Summary: CRACK!fic--Sheppard is a musical fan.
Sheppard looked around the office surreptitiously, attempting to ensure he was alone before he turned his speakers on. He’d been trying to find some space the entire fricken’ day to play the song stuck in his head, and this was the first opportunity he’d had. Part of him thought it wasn’t fair-he hadn’t asked to be the military commander! He’d just wanted to be one of the foot soldiers, possible a light switch, or an interactive battery--but not this!
Carefully Sheppard reached into his bag and pulled the portable ipod speakers he’d managed to sneak back on the Daedalus after his last trip to Earth. Part of him though this was worth the entire “replicators lose on Earth” nightmare. It had even been worth talking with his idiotic brother who for some reason thought he actually wanted the estate. Dumb brother.
But that just proved what he had long since suspected: this crew, the hodgepodge of people that he had never really been expecting to like, let alone appreciate and lead-they were his new family. He wasn’t sure he would have survived Earth without Ronon. Dealing with that annoying teenage princess without Rodney wouldn’t have been possible, let alone kind of fun.
He shook his head quickly, attempting to clear the unnecessarily images: he wasn’t here to ponder memories or meanings of family-he wanted to play this damn song and get it out of his head before somebody noticed his offtune humming which accompanied a brief hip shimmy and a possible body roll on his way to senior staff. He’d done it before and hadn’t heard the end of it from McKay. Apparently seeing a military leader humming “Wannabe” wasn’t inspiring. Zelenka, when he’d found out, had actually used the word Terrifying.
But John couldn’t help it! He liked pop music, and he had to listen to something when he accompanied Ronon on his endless runs around the entire Atlantis complex. Otherwise he’d be left alone with his thoughts-and he’d been there. He didn’t like contemplating what his mind wanted him to contemplate during mindless exercise.
So he’d taken to running with his Ipod, and that was how this entire situation had come about. McKay had asked to borrow his nice, expensive, headphones (another recent acquisition from Earth) and now he had to plug his Ipod in and listen to the music out loud.
And he was alone!
John carefully placed the Ipod into the speakers and after glancing over his shoulder’s once more, hit play. Seconds later the music had flooded the room and he was in his nirvana. Closing his eyes, John let himself sway with the music. As the beat picked up he actually began to swing his body and minutes later he was dancing all-out.
He was so into the music that he didn’t hear the door chime. It took a loud “Sheppard!” to gain his attention. And as his face flamed red he turned around and saw McKay leaning casually against the wall, a grin spread across his face, practically ear-to-ear.
"Never took you for a show tune guy," McKay's eyes were alight with laughter.
John groaned-too bad he couldn’t die of embarrassment.
Author: Gemmi999
Rating: G
Notes: There are BRIEF spoilers for most of season 4. Read at your own risk!
Summary: CRACK!fic--Sheppard is a musical fan.
Sheppard looked around the office surreptitiously, attempting to ensure he was alone before he turned his speakers on. He’d been trying to find some space the entire fricken’ day to play the song stuck in his head, and this was the first opportunity he’d had. Part of him thought it wasn’t fair-he hadn’t asked to be the military commander! He’d just wanted to be one of the foot soldiers, possible a light switch, or an interactive battery--but not this!
Carefully Sheppard reached into his bag and pulled the portable ipod speakers he’d managed to sneak back on the Daedalus after his last trip to Earth. Part of him though this was worth the entire “replicators lose on Earth” nightmare. It had even been worth talking with his idiotic brother who for some reason thought he actually wanted the estate. Dumb brother.
But that just proved what he had long since suspected: this crew, the hodgepodge of people that he had never really been expecting to like, let alone appreciate and lead-they were his new family. He wasn’t sure he would have survived Earth without Ronon. Dealing with that annoying teenage princess without Rodney wouldn’t have been possible, let alone kind of fun.
He shook his head quickly, attempting to clear the unnecessarily images: he wasn’t here to ponder memories or meanings of family-he wanted to play this damn song and get it out of his head before somebody noticed his offtune humming which accompanied a brief hip shimmy and a possible body roll on his way to senior staff. He’d done it before and hadn’t heard the end of it from McKay. Apparently seeing a military leader humming “Wannabe” wasn’t inspiring. Zelenka, when he’d found out, had actually used the word Terrifying.
But John couldn’t help it! He liked pop music, and he had to listen to something when he accompanied Ronon on his endless runs around the entire Atlantis complex. Otherwise he’d be left alone with his thoughts-and he’d been there. He didn’t like contemplating what his mind wanted him to contemplate during mindless exercise.
So he’d taken to running with his Ipod, and that was how this entire situation had come about. McKay had asked to borrow his nice, expensive, headphones (another recent acquisition from Earth) and now he had to plug his Ipod in and listen to the music out loud.
And he was alone!
John carefully placed the Ipod into the speakers and after glancing over his shoulder’s once more, hit play. Seconds later the music had flooded the room and he was in his nirvana. Closing his eyes, John let himself sway with the music. As the beat picked up he actually began to swing his body and minutes later he was dancing all-out.
He was so into the music that he didn’t hear the door chime. It took a loud “Sheppard!” to gain his attention. And as his face flamed red he turned around and saw McKay leaning casually against the wall, a grin spread across his face, practically ear-to-ear.
"Never took you for a show tune guy," McKay's eyes were alight with laughter.
John groaned-too bad he couldn’t die of embarrassment.