[Stargate: Drabble] "The Night Before" [John/Rodney, G]
Title: The Night Before
Author: Ami Ven
Rating: G
Word Count: 600
Prompt: mcsheplets challenge #248 ‘separate’
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing(s): John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Summary: “Well, then, you shouldn’t even be talking to me at all. Bad luck.”
The Night Before
“Sheppard to McKay.”
Rodney fumbled on his nightstand for his radio. “What?” he demanded. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” said John. “I just… I miss you.”
“It’s been less than an hour since we had dinner together,” Rodney protested. “Not even you could miss me in that time.”
“Of course I can,” said John. “I always miss you when we’re not together.”
“That’s… And you mean that, don’t you? What am I supposed to do when you say stupid sappy things like that?”
He could practically hear John smirking, “You should believe me. And stop leaving..”
“I’m only down the hall,” said Rodney. “And this was your idea, Sheppard.”
“It was not!” protested the colonel. “I was only telling Teyla about Earth customs and she got carried away.”
“Well, then, you shouldn’t even be talking to me at all,” said Rodney. “Bad luck.”
“No,,” John countered, “it’s only bad luck to see the bride before the wedding. Tradition doesn’t say anything about talking.”
“You'd better be talking about yourself with that,” Rodney warned. “Because I am not the bride in this relationship.”
“Aw, are you saying I’m prettier than you, McKay?”
“Of course you are,” said Rodney. “I’m sure you’d look much better in a white gown.”
“Then you don’t want to see me in my dress blues tomorrow?” John teased.
“That is a low blow, using my completely understandable kinks against me,” said Rodney.
John laughed. “At least you know what to expect. I still haven’t seen you in your new suit.”
“True,” Rodney allowed. He’d been ambushed by Jeannie and an entirely-too-gleeful Vala Mal Doran the last time he’d been on Earth, but even he had to admit, the new charcoal-gray suit was worth the humiliation of that trip. “I’ll have the advantage, then.”
“For once,” said John, then, “Did Ronon stop by with a knife for you?”
“My ‘something borrowed’?” said Rodney. “Yeah, he caught me on my way back from dinner. Was that Teyla’s idea, too?”
“She’s really into tradition,” said John. “I’ve got my original rank insignia on a new uniform - that’s ‘something old’ and ‘something new’. Ronon’s knife is borrowed, and my uniform is blue. What’d she get you?”
“My suit is new, and I’ve got a blue shirt,” Rodney told him. “Ronon gave me a knife, and um…”
“What?” said John. “You’re missing ‘old’.”
“I’ve got your old rank insignia, too,” said Rodney. “From when you were a major.”
“Yeah? Thought I lost those, after my promotion.”
Rodney took a deep breath. “I may have had them that long.”
“Yeah?” John repeated. “You’re such a sap, McKay.”
“Takes one to know one,” Rodney retorted.
John laughed. “Hey, Rodney?” he said. “You wanna get married?”
“I wouldn’t have agreed to this ridiculous ceremony and invited everyone we love if I hadn’t already answered that question,” said Rodney. “Now, get some sleep and quit bothering me.”
“Gonna bother you for the rest of our lives,” he promised.
“Not tonight, you’re not. Good night, John.”
“Good night, Rodney.”
THE END
Author: Ami Ven
Rating: G
Word Count: 600
Prompt: mcsheplets challenge #248 ‘separate’
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing(s): John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Summary: “Well, then, you shouldn’t even be talking to me at all. Bad luck.”
The Night Before
“Sheppard to McKay.”
Rodney fumbled on his nightstand for his radio. “What?” he demanded. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” said John. “I just… I miss you.”
“It’s been less than an hour since we had dinner together,” Rodney protested. “Not even you could miss me in that time.”
“Of course I can,” said John. “I always miss you when we’re not together.”
“That’s… And you mean that, don’t you? What am I supposed to do when you say stupid sappy things like that?”
He could practically hear John smirking, “You should believe me. And stop leaving..”
“I’m only down the hall,” said Rodney. “And this was your idea, Sheppard.”
“It was not!” protested the colonel. “I was only telling Teyla about Earth customs and she got carried away.”
“Well, then, you shouldn’t even be talking to me at all,” said Rodney. “Bad luck.”
“No,,” John countered, “it’s only bad luck to see the bride before the wedding. Tradition doesn’t say anything about talking.”
“You'd better be talking about yourself with that,” Rodney warned. “Because I am not the bride in this relationship.”
“Aw, are you saying I’m prettier than you, McKay?”
“Of course you are,” said Rodney. “I’m sure you’d look much better in a white gown.”
“Then you don’t want to see me in my dress blues tomorrow?” John teased.
“That is a low blow, using my completely understandable kinks against me,” said Rodney.
John laughed. “At least you know what to expect. I still haven’t seen you in your new suit.”
“True,” Rodney allowed. He’d been ambushed by Jeannie and an entirely-too-gleeful Vala Mal Doran the last time he’d been on Earth, but even he had to admit, the new charcoal-gray suit was worth the humiliation of that trip. “I’ll have the advantage, then.”
“For once,” said John, then, “Did Ronon stop by with a knife for you?”
“My ‘something borrowed’?” said Rodney. “Yeah, he caught me on my way back from dinner. Was that Teyla’s idea, too?”
“She’s really into tradition,” said John. “I’ve got my original rank insignia on a new uniform - that’s ‘something old’ and ‘something new’. Ronon’s knife is borrowed, and my uniform is blue. What’d she get you?”
“My suit is new, and I’ve got a blue shirt,” Rodney told him. “Ronon gave me a knife, and um…”
“What?” said John. “You’re missing ‘old’.”
“I’ve got your old rank insignia, too,” said Rodney. “From when you were a major.”
“Yeah? Thought I lost those, after my promotion.”
Rodney took a deep breath. “I may have had them that long.”
“Yeah?” John repeated. “You’re such a sap, McKay.”
“Takes one to know one,” Rodney retorted.
John laughed. “Hey, Rodney?” he said. “You wanna get married?”
“I wouldn’t have agreed to this ridiculous ceremony and invited everyone we love if I hadn’t already answered that question,” said Rodney. “Now, get some sleep and quit bothering me.”
“Gonna bother you for the rest of our lives,” he promised.
“Not tonight, you’re not. Good night, John.”
“Good night, Rodney.”
THE END