OH MY GOD
I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY WITH YOURSELF.
YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE.
They were just getting on the interstate when John started laughing.
Rodney scowled, shifting in his seat. "Shut up."
"English?" John's awful laugh made Rodney's eyes narrow dangerously. "Jesus, McKay."
"You want to revisit the trip to the bushes, Sheppard? Because I know eight different ways to survive if I run this car over the side of that bridge up there." McKay's hand shot out to smack John in the face, which only made him laugh harder. "I'm serious John! I took my studies very seriously."
"Maybe there's something to this 'truth' thing." John rolled their windows down and stuck his head out, checking around them for... yeah, okay. There they were. "Incoming."
Rodney nodded to the mirror, signing that he noticed them too. Rodney pulled the gun from his boot and hit something on his watch. The engine made a soft sound then seemed to roar. John gave him a look, to which Rodney responded with a raised eyebrow.
John slid into the backseat and shifted around the various junk the Kellers kept back there. Oh, ski poles. Those might come in handy.
The sudden bullets hitting the back of the car were just the distraction he needed for this. "I was married before you."
Rodney slammed on the brake, causing John to fly into the console between the front seats. "What the fuck, Rodney!" John looked up in time for Rodney's gun to hit his forehead, pressing hard.
"Tell me it was a woman and I'll put a bullet in your skull right fucking now."
John smacked Rodney's hand away, then ducked when a shower of bullets took out the back window. "Knock it off and drive, Beeker!"
"Oh don't you fucking 'Beeker' me, you floozy! It was a woman!" Rodney immediately sped up again and jabbed a button on the radio. The dash opened to reveal three large guns. John grabbed two of them and hit Rodney's shoulder hard. Then he aimed and began firing out the back of the car, yelping when Rodney pushed him into the back roughly.
"It was right after college and she was a friend of the family!" He yelled. John opened one of the sliding doors and sent one of the ski poles into the window of the black SUV next to them. The driver veered wildly off course and into the median. John fired at the engine, smirking when the car burst into a fireball. "We didn't even really like each other! Obviously it didn't stick."
"We're talking about this later." Rodney angrily maneuvered them into the opposite side of the highway and began weaving in and out of the oncoming traffic expertly. "You can give me her name and social then."
"No, Rodney." John leaned back over the console and placed a wet kiss to Rodney's neck, which was wiped off with a disgusted grunt. "You're not hunting her down."
"Later." Rodney reached into the dash and produced what looked like two thick circular blades. He opened the sunroof and, aiming with a careful eye, tossed one out. John watched as it hit the car on their left and exploded, taking their roof off nicely.
"We need to discuss your gadgets, not my past life." John raised his eyebrows and slid again into the backseat. The last car behind them had a man climbing out of the sunroof. John took the last ski pole and attempted to snap the end of it off over his knee. "Ow! Motherfucker!"
"That'll never work, they're reinforced steel." Rodney shouted over the roar.
John shook his leg out. "Jesus, these things must be reinforced steel or something!" He yelled out.
Rodney rolled his eyes and huffed in the front seat.
I REALLY HOPE YOU ARE HAPPY, BECAUSE THIS SHIT IS TURNING INTO AN ACTUAL STORY.
FUCKING SPY!LOVE.
/caps!rant
YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE.
They were just getting on the interstate when John started laughing.
Rodney scowled, shifting in his seat. "Shut up."
"English?" John's awful laugh made Rodney's eyes narrow dangerously. "Jesus, McKay."
"You want to revisit the trip to the bushes, Sheppard? Because I know eight different ways to survive if I run this car over the side of that bridge up there." McKay's hand shot out to smack John in the face, which only made him laugh harder. "I'm serious John! I took my studies very seriously."
"Maybe there's something to this 'truth' thing." John rolled their windows down and stuck his head out, checking around them for... yeah, okay. There they were. "Incoming."
Rodney nodded to the mirror, signing that he noticed them too. Rodney pulled the gun from his boot and hit something on his watch. The engine made a soft sound then seemed to roar. John gave him a look, to which Rodney responded with a raised eyebrow.
John slid into the backseat and shifted around the various junk the Kellers kept back there. Oh, ski poles. Those might come in handy.
The sudden bullets hitting the back of the car were just the distraction he needed for this. "I was married before you."
Rodney slammed on the brake, causing John to fly into the console between the front seats. "What the fuck, Rodney!" John looked up in time for Rodney's gun to hit his forehead, pressing hard.
"Tell me it was a woman and I'll put a bullet in your skull right fucking now."
John smacked Rodney's hand away, then ducked when a shower of bullets took out the back window. "Knock it off and drive, Beeker!"
"Oh don't you fucking 'Beeker' me, you floozy! It was a woman!" Rodney immediately sped up again and jabbed a button on the radio. The dash opened to reveal three large guns. John grabbed two of them and hit Rodney's shoulder hard. Then he aimed and began firing out the back of the car, yelping when Rodney pushed him into the back roughly.
"It was right after college and she was a friend of the family!" He yelled. John opened one of the sliding doors and sent one of the ski poles into the window of the black SUV next to them. The driver veered wildly off course and into the median. John fired at the engine, smirking when the car burst into a fireball. "We didn't even really like each other! Obviously it didn't stick."
"We're talking about this later." Rodney angrily maneuvered them into the opposite side of the highway and began weaving in and out of the oncoming traffic expertly. "You can give me her name and social then."
"No, Rodney." John leaned back over the console and placed a wet kiss to Rodney's neck, which was wiped off with a disgusted grunt. "You're not hunting her down."
"Later." Rodney reached into the dash and produced what looked like two thick circular blades. He opened the sunroof and, aiming with a careful eye, tossed one out. John watched as it hit the car on their left and exploded, taking their roof off nicely.
"We need to discuss your gadgets, not my past life." John raised his eyebrows and slid again into the backseat. The last car behind them had a man climbing out of the sunroof. John took the last ski pole and attempted to snap the end of it off over his knee. "Ow! Motherfucker!"
"That'll never work, they're reinforced steel." Rodney shouted over the roar.
John shook his leg out. "Jesus, these things must be reinforced steel or something!" He yelled out.
Rodney rolled his eyes and huffed in the front seat.
I REALLY HOPE YOU ARE HAPPY, BECAUSE THIS SHIT IS TURNING INTO AN ACTUAL STORY.
FUCKING SPY!LOVE.
/caps!rant