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VII.
Rodney knew that everyone was giving him weird looks. He just didn’t care.
Food. Oh god, food. Rodney had so, so missed the taste of chocolate. And Jell-O. Jell-O must be the food of the gods. Even the weird vegetable pie that the cooks were making out of Athosian produce was mouthwatering. People used salt here. Oh, salt, how I love thee.
Ronon shared his enthusiasm and was haunting the mess hall just as much as he was. Then again, it had something to do with the fact that Ronon tended to go wherever he went, but… Whatever. Didn’t cut into Ronon’s enjoyment of the food any, and no one was complaining, out loud anyway, so. Not his problem
Of course, people were probably giving them even weirder looks because Ronon persisted in sharing his tray, but… eh. Not his problem either.
Hammal had gated home two days ago to discuss matters with the Masters of his Order, now that the runner tracer had been removed from his back. Mia had disdained the politics that Hammal excelled at and had remained, spending most of her time either in the training room or in her quarters, and was currently sitting across from Rodney and unconcernedly eating her dinner. Some of the weird looks were probably for her shaved head and the rank tattoos on her scalp, but… Well, Hammal was hoping to bring more of the Order into Atlantis, so they might as well start getting used to it now.
John came up behind him and swung one leg over to straddle the bench next to Rodney. “Hey,” he said, jostling Rodney with his shoulder, briefly pressing up against him before sliding a meager centimeter away. Rodney’s brain warred between the familiar sensation of Ronon calmly eating on his right, and the surge of heat he’d gotten at the press of John’s body next to his. Familiar in its own right, but… It had been a long time. Rodney had a lot of lost territory to reclaim.
“Hey,” he said, bumping John back, and sharing a smile with him. John snagged the datapad Rodney had been playing with and poked around on it, taking an absent-minded bite of one of Rodney’s cookies with his other hand while he did it. Rodney was so happy to have him sitting there that he didn’t complain.
“So they’re saying that you might have figured out a way to recharge our ZPM,” John said, once he’d finished playing and handed the datapad back. “Guess that outpost wasn’t so empty after all?”
Rodney sniffed and went back to his Jell-O. “Not my problem the investigating team couldn’t find their ass with a map and a flashlight, much less the decryption key for the Ancient database onsite,” Rodney said. “And yes. I might have a way to recharge the ZedPM.” He pinned John with a look. “Might. I’m sure you remember our conversation about how I’m not Superman, and how you agreed.”
“I take it back,” Johns said, and stole another cookie. “When it comes to physics, you’re Superman. You’ve got a super brain. Recharge the ZPM, and I will gladly be your faithful servant.”
“I have one already,” Rodney said, and smirked at Ronon, who hid his own smile behind a bite of mashed potatoes. “But if you want to be the tragic heroine, don’t let me stop you,” he said patronizingly to John, who let out a laugh and shoved him hard enough to knock the table.
“Asshole,” John said affectionately, and took advantage of his moment of distraction to take the entire packet of cookies.
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Rodney knew that everyone was giving him weird looks. He just didn’t care.
Food. Oh god, food. Rodney had so, so missed the taste of chocolate. And Jell-O. Jell-O must be the food of the gods. Even the weird vegetable pie that the cooks were making out of Athosian produce was mouthwatering. People used salt here. Oh, salt, how I love thee.
Ronon shared his enthusiasm and was haunting the mess hall just as much as he was. Then again, it had something to do with the fact that Ronon tended to go wherever he went, but… Whatever. Didn’t cut into Ronon’s enjoyment of the food any, and no one was complaining, out loud anyway, so. Not his problem
Of course, people were probably giving them even weirder looks because Ronon persisted in sharing his tray, but… eh. Not his problem either.
Hammal had gated home two days ago to discuss matters with the Masters of his Order, now that the runner tracer had been removed from his back. Mia had disdained the politics that Hammal excelled at and had remained, spending most of her time either in the training room or in her quarters, and was currently sitting across from Rodney and unconcernedly eating her dinner. Some of the weird looks were probably for her shaved head and the rank tattoos on her scalp, but… Well, Hammal was hoping to bring more of the Order into Atlantis, so they might as well start getting used to it now.
John came up behind him and swung one leg over to straddle the bench next to Rodney. “Hey,” he said, jostling Rodney with his shoulder, briefly pressing up against him before sliding a meager centimeter away. Rodney’s brain warred between the familiar sensation of Ronon calmly eating on his right, and the surge of heat he’d gotten at the press of John’s body next to his. Familiar in its own right, but… It had been a long time. Rodney had a lot of lost territory to reclaim.
“Hey,” he said, bumping John back, and sharing a smile with him. John snagged the datapad Rodney had been playing with and poked around on it, taking an absent-minded bite of one of Rodney’s cookies with his other hand while he did it. Rodney was so happy to have him sitting there that he didn’t complain.
“So they’re saying that you might have figured out a way to recharge our ZPM,” John said, once he’d finished playing and handed the datapad back. “Guess that outpost wasn’t so empty after all?”
Rodney sniffed and went back to his Jell-O. “Not my problem the investigating team couldn’t find their ass with a map and a flashlight, much less the decryption key for the Ancient database onsite,” Rodney said. “And yes. I might have a way to recharge the ZedPM.” He pinned John with a look. “Might. I’m sure you remember our conversation about how I’m not Superman, and how you agreed.”
“I take it back,” Johns said, and stole another cookie. “When it comes to physics, you’re Superman. You’ve got a super brain. Recharge the ZPM, and I will gladly be your faithful servant.”
“I have one already,” Rodney said, and smirked at Ronon, who hid his own smile behind a bite of mashed potatoes. “But if you want to be the tragic heroine, don’t let me stop you,” he said patronizingly to John, who let out a laugh and shoved him hard enough to knock the table.
“Asshole,” John said affectionately, and took advantage of his moment of distraction to take the entire packet of cookies.
Continued here