Puddle Jumper Lessons by eshtah (Role Reversal Challenge)
Title: Puddle Jumper Lessons
Author: eshtah
Words: 527
Rating: PG
Spoilers: If you’ve seen episode 103 (Hide and Seek) you’ve got nothing to worry about.
Summary: Rodney attempts to teach John how to fly the puddle jumper.
“Pull up... Pull up! Jesus, you almost got us killed!”
“Sorry.” John punched a button on the console in front of him.
Rodney turned to face him, slowly loosening his death grip on his own console. “Sheppard, this is a training exercise. How am I supposed to train you if you kill us five minutes into it?”
“I said I was sorry!”
“You're supposed to be an Air Force pilot,” rebuked Rodney, “How can you not know the basic principles of flying an aircraft? Like don't crash into the mainland!”
“Take it easy! First off, I didn't crash into the mainland, I was testing her ability to... perform in a dive,” Rodney rolled his eyes at this, “and second: I only got the gene therapy a week ago! Cut me some slack!”
“Yes, well,” replied Rodney, “Let's see if you can travel back to the city in a straight line.”
John objected, “I flew in a straight line the first time!”
“Of course you did,” replied Rodney, as the view screen quickly displayed the previous course. “And I suppose those little curves are just a computer glitch. Oh! And that bump that looks like a rabbit's head.” He made a sort of tracing movement to match the image on the screen. “Wheee-”
“Okay, I get it,” interjected John, “flying this isn't as easy as it sounds.” Rodney made a little “Yesss!” noise and punched his arm up and down in the air. “But I am not eating lunch with Kavanaugh tomorrow,” John continued.
Rodney had started to do a small but intricate victory dance in his chair, and he half sang to John, “Some-one's got to do iiiit... and that would be you!” He pointed to John with both of his index fingers.
“Why?”asked John with a groan.
“Because it's his birthday, and nobody likes him,” replied Rodney. “Now lets go home.”
“Can't you just... assign Zelenka to it?” whined John as he turned the jumper to face the ocean.
“Nope,” said Rodney quite smugly, “I'm going to use this win as much as I can, starting with Kavanaugh's birthday.”
“Fine. Whatever. I'll have lunch with the guy.”
The conversation lagged for a few minutes, and then Rodney turned to John. “Are you sulking?” he asked him, comprehension dawning on his face.
“No.”
“Hah!” laughed Rodney, “You are sulking!”
“Well, I just don't see how something as unimportant as whether or not it's hard for you to fly a jumper is enough to push a man to lunch with Kavanaugh.” The last word was emphasized with a tone of disgust.
“Oh, come now Major. You're just jealous because out here,” Rodney spread his arms out wide, “I'm the sexy flyboy with the ancient gene and a leather jacket!”
“Whatever,” replied John.
“Come to think of it, I'm also the one who keeps hooking up with alien babes,” Rodney made himself comfortable and put his hands behind his head, “Well, I'm guessing you therapy-users will have to get up pretty early in the morning to beat us natural-borns any da-”
“McKay!” interrupted John.
“Uh, yes?” asked Rodney, his flow now broken, as he turned to face a focussed Sheppard.
“Shut up.”
Author: eshtah
Words: 527
Rating: PG
Spoilers: If you’ve seen episode 103 (Hide and Seek) you’ve got nothing to worry about.
Summary: Rodney attempts to teach John how to fly the puddle jumper.
“Pull up... Pull up! Jesus, you almost got us killed!”
“Sorry.” John punched a button on the console in front of him.
Rodney turned to face him, slowly loosening his death grip on his own console. “Sheppard, this is a training exercise. How am I supposed to train you if you kill us five minutes into it?”
“I said I was sorry!”
“You're supposed to be an Air Force pilot,” rebuked Rodney, “How can you not know the basic principles of flying an aircraft? Like don't crash into the mainland!”
“Take it easy! First off, I didn't crash into the mainland, I was testing her ability to... perform in a dive,” Rodney rolled his eyes at this, “and second: I only got the gene therapy a week ago! Cut me some slack!”
“Yes, well,” replied Rodney, “Let's see if you can travel back to the city in a straight line.”
John objected, “I flew in a straight line the first time!”
“Of course you did,” replied Rodney, as the view screen quickly displayed the previous course. “And I suppose those little curves are just a computer glitch. Oh! And that bump that looks like a rabbit's head.” He made a sort of tracing movement to match the image on the screen. “Wheee-”
“Okay, I get it,” interjected John, “flying this isn't as easy as it sounds.” Rodney made a little “Yesss!” noise and punched his arm up and down in the air. “But I am not eating lunch with Kavanaugh tomorrow,” John continued.
Rodney had started to do a small but intricate victory dance in his chair, and he half sang to John, “Some-one's got to do iiiit... and that would be you!” He pointed to John with both of his index fingers.
“Why?”asked John with a groan.
“Because it's his birthday, and nobody likes him,” replied Rodney. “Now lets go home.”
“Can't you just... assign Zelenka to it?” whined John as he turned the jumper to face the ocean.
“Nope,” said Rodney quite smugly, “I'm going to use this win as much as I can, starting with Kavanaugh's birthday.”
“Fine. Whatever. I'll have lunch with the guy.”
The conversation lagged for a few minutes, and then Rodney turned to John. “Are you sulking?” he asked him, comprehension dawning on his face.
“No.”
“Hah!” laughed Rodney, “You are sulking!”
“Well, I just don't see how something as unimportant as whether or not it's hard for you to fly a jumper is enough to push a man to lunch with Kavanaugh.” The last word was emphasized with a tone of disgust.
“Oh, come now Major. You're just jealous because out here,” Rodney spread his arms out wide, “I'm the sexy flyboy with the ancient gene and a leather jacket!”
“Whatever,” replied John.
“Come to think of it, I'm also the one who keeps hooking up with alien babes,” Rodney made himself comfortable and put his hands behind his head, “Well, I'm guessing you therapy-users will have to get up pretty early in the morning to beat us natural-borns any da-”
“McKay!” interrupted John.
“Uh, yes?” asked Rodney, his flow now broken, as he turned to face a focussed Sheppard.
“Shut up.”