I have a bag of M&Ms and I'm not afraid to use them...
Gmail is working on a two-hour time delay and I woke up this morning with the distinct sensation that I'd been kicked in the ovaries by someone wearing a very large and heavy boot.
On the plus side, I wrote 2,000 words of fic last night and have the first three scenes of part 8 completely done.
melagan is hosting the John Sheppard That Things We Don't ( Read more... )
On the plus side, I wrote 2,000 words of fic last night and have the first three scenes of part 8 completely done.
melagan is hosting the John Sheppard That Things We Don't ( Read more... )
John opened his eyes to find Rodney an inch from his face with a ruler, squinting critically at --
"What are you doing?" John asked, palming Rodney's face and pushing it away.
"Hey!" Rodney yelped, grabbing John's wrist and pushing it aside so he could zoom back in on John's face. "Hold on, I'm testing a hypothesis.
"Go test your hypothesis elsewhere," John said, rolling his head to the side and following the motion to swing his legs over the side of the bed.
"You need to hold still," Rodney said, scrambling off the bed and coming around to lean over John again. "You'll thank me if I'm right, I promise."
"Fine," John grumbled and held still, waiting for Rodney to stare critically at one side of his face, then the other.
"Okay, come with me," Rodney said, herding John upright and then into the bathroom. John made a point to grumble the entire way.
"I don't get it," John said, squinting at his own reflection. Lights on Atlantis were admittedly more flattering than those used in bathrooms on Earth, but woken-up-by-a-crazy-scientist wasn't a good look for anyone.
"Look at your eyes," Rodney prompted.
John leaned closer to the mirror. He didn't see anything wrong with his eyes and said so.
"No," Rodney said. "Around your eyes." He smoothed the sun-roughened skin at the corner of John's left eye with his thumb. "The lines you had here? Practically gone! That Wraith didn't just give you back what he took, he gave you more and you are now younger than ever!" With this pronouncment, Rodney ran out of steam and sagged back. "I hate you, you know."
John smiled, watching the skin crinkle again and maybe Rodney was right and maybe he wasn't, but John didn't care.
"Maybe," he said, turning away from the mirror and reaching out to smooth away Rodney's own lines, "it's just because I have you to do my worrying for me.
*adores you back*
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So wonderful. Thank you so much.
reaching out to smooth away Rodney's own lines,
*loves*
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