[fic] Food - SGA:McShep
Title: Food
Pairing: McShep
Rating: G
Summary: John's taken food from Rodney. Dialoge Humor.
Notes: mcsheplets challenge #35: The Other Side of the Deadline II::Challenge #07: Oops. First fic in the fandom.
"Do you forgive me now?"
"No"
Silence. Then, "What about now?"
"What makes you think the situation has changed from just a few seconds ago?"
"I don't know. So...am I forgiven?"
"Sheppard, I'm not forgiving you for that."
"But, Rodney..."
"Don't 'But, Rodney' me!"
"It's just that I was--"
"Not another word."
Puppy-eyes.
Sigh. "Fine. You're forgiven."
Silly smile.
"You're annoying, you do know that right?"
"You just say that because you love me."
Snort. "If I loved you, I wouldn't have gotten mad that you stole my food."
"It was only a little bite, I really don't see the problem."
"It's a problem when you're hypoglycemic!"
"It was only a bite."
"That 'bite' could have been life or death."
"So does this mean you don't love me?"
"What?"
"You just said that you didn't love me."
"I said no such thing!"
"You implied it."
"How?"
"By saying that if you loved me, you wouldn't have gotten mad that I stole a bit of your cake."
Open mouth. Closed. Sigh. "Okay, look. Sheppard. Food is sacred to me. Don't touch the food and I'll be the love-sick puppy you apparently need. You touch the food, I disown you. Got it?"
"Got it."
"Good."
Comfortable silence.
"So...what about eating food on you?"
"SHEPPARD."
Pairing: McShep
Rating: G
Summary: John's taken food from Rodney. Dialoge Humor.
Notes: mcsheplets challenge #35: The Other Side of the Deadline II::Challenge #07: Oops. First fic in the fandom.
"Do you forgive me now?"
"No"
Silence. Then, "What about now?"
"What makes you think the situation has changed from just a few seconds ago?"
"I don't know. So...am I forgiven?"
"Sheppard, I'm not forgiving you for that."
"But, Rodney..."
"Don't 'But, Rodney' me!"
"It's just that I was--"
"Not another word."
Puppy-eyes.
Sigh. "Fine. You're forgiven."
Silly smile.
"You're annoying, you do know that right?"
"You just say that because you love me."
Snort. "If I loved you, I wouldn't have gotten mad that you stole my food."
"It was only a little bite, I really don't see the problem."
"It's a problem when you're hypoglycemic!"
"It was only a bite."
"That 'bite' could have been life or death."
"So does this mean you don't love me?"
"What?"
"You just said that you didn't love me."
"I said no such thing!"
"You implied it."
"How?"
"By saying that if you loved me, you wouldn't have gotten mad that I stole a bit of your cake."
Open mouth. Closed. Sigh. "Okay, look. Sheppard. Food is sacred to me. Don't touch the food and I'll be the love-sick puppy you apparently need. You touch the food, I disown you. Got it?"
"Got it."
"Good."
Comfortable silence.
"So...what about eating food on you?"
"SHEPPARD."