[Stargate: Drabble] "Improbable Reality" [John/Rodney, G]
Title: Improbable Reality
Prompt: writerverse challenge #37 quick fic amnesty, prompt ‘pitter-patter of little feet’
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Stargate Atlantis (part of my On the Run ‘verse)
Pairings: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Summary: Rodney comes home.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Improbable Reality
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Rodney had always assumed that he would, eventually, someday, get married and start a family- wife, two-point-five kids, white picket fence, the whole deal. But even when he’d, idly, tried to picture those children, presumably blonde like their mother and brilliant like him, he’d never, ever come anywhere close to his improbable, amazing, perfect reality.
“Ada, not so fast!” called John, laughing, as their three-year-old daughter raced across the clearing to throw herself into Rodney’s arms.
“Daddy, you’re home!” she cried, and he grinned, hugging her tightly.
“Yes, I am, Baby,” he said.
THE END
Current Mood:
grumpy
Prompt: writerverse challenge #37 quick fic amnesty, prompt ‘pitter-patter of little feet’
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Stargate Atlantis (part of my On the Run ‘verse)
Pairings: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Summary: Rodney comes home.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
Improbable Reality
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Rodney had always assumed that he would, eventually, someday, get married and start a family- wife, two-point-five kids, white picket fence, the whole deal. But even when he’d, idly, tried to picture those children, presumably blonde like their mother and brilliant like him, he’d never, ever come anywhere close to his improbable, amazing, perfect reality.
“Ada, not so fast!” called John, laughing, as their three-year-old daughter raced across the clearing to throw herself into Rodney’s arms.
“Daddy, you’re home!” she cried, and he grinned, hugging her tightly.
“Yes, I am, Baby,” he said.
THE END
Current Mood:
grumpy