Fic: SGA: Rodney McKay, Defender of the Galaxies, a Take Out snippet

[beadattitude]

Title: Rodney McKay, Defender of the Galaxies
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Rating: For all audiences
Warnings: Extreme Schmoop
Spoilers: None

Summary: Rodney doesn't just sweet talk trashcans. Part of my Take Out 'verse AU

This one was spawned by a comment from anna_luna. Alll her fault

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[julia_here]

Janey's story inferred

Bead, you know I love you better than pancakes, but, for all that's holy, in the name of Nero Wolfe, implied, please.

Julia, otherwise, the utterly perfect thing to wake up to on a saggy Sunday moring.

[beadattitude]

Ummmm, okay! I'll have to go look that up! ::goes to fix::

Now I want pancakes. And orchids. Damn you! ::shakes fist::

[julia_here]

The inferred/implied thing causes NW to burn a dictionary in a fit of pique at the beginning of, I think, The Doorbell Rang.

Speaking of Nero Wolfe, which reminds me of Maury Chaykin, which reminds me of watching Lifetime for the first time in my life, last night: amazing how a bad screenplay is the one thing all the good actors and cinematography in the world can't overcome. Although the direction sort of sucked too (Murder on Her Mind, third title for the material, with Annabeth Gish, Chandra West, CKR, Hugh Dillon, Maury Chaykin in a small role, and utterly leaden writing).

Julia, oh, well, as the actors say, it was a paycheck, no?

[beadattitude]

Oh DEAR. Yes, I know that phenomenon well.

[beachlass]

Oh, so lovely. I'm so glad I checked the flist before heading upstairs for my after-church nap.

[beadattitude]

After church naps are some of the best naps EVER.

[ellixis]

That is adorable, okay. I have a cold and this was the perfect thing to cheer me up.

[beadattitude]

I'm so glad, sweetie!

[mad_jaks]

*bounces*

Rodney and dawgs....

walked him at o'dark thirty because he was already up
Been there, done that - it's a great time of the day.

[beadattitude]

He actually can't believe he enjoys Folsom and the other dogs as much as he does, but he was very tired when John was so sick and so hungry for companionship and a sucker for uncomplicated relationships. So he fell for all of them, and as such, they are his to protect. His town? No one is messing with the dogs. Or the cats.

[beadattitude]

Our cranky hero. So glad you enjoyed!