Fic: 1995
Title: 1995
Fandom: SGA
Rating: G
A/N: Getting closer...
“No. No, no, no, no.” John closed his eyes for a second and opened them again. Still there. “This is not happening.”
Beside him, Elizabeth smiled. Damn her. “Is this what I think it is?”
“Huh,” Rodney said, looking around the room. “I must have miscalculated.”
John rolled his eyes. “You think?”
Rodney bristled. “Well, it’s not like it came with an instruction manual! I can’t actually divine how these things work, you know. And though I may be incredibly intelligent, I’m not completely infallible!”
“Champagne?” asked a passing waiter.
“I’d love some,” Elizabeth said, snagging a flute. Her smile remained intact as she took a sip.
“You’re lucky we rematerialized with all of our molecules properly aligned!”
“I’m not feeling very lucky at the moment.”
“I am,” Elizabeth supplied cheerily.
Rodney’s eyes lit up. “Oo. Is that a buffet?”
“McKay!”
He whimpered. “I can’t be expected to figure out how to send us back on an empty stomach!”
“I think it’s a pity we missed the ceremony,” Elizabeth said, setting her empty glass on a nearby table. “I’d have loved to have seen it.”
“Please let me develop invisibility. Please let me develop invisibility,” John chanted under his breath.
“I don’t know...” She was wearing her mischievous face now - the one that usually meant fun. This time he suspected it meant humiliation. His humiliation. “It would be a shame to have you disappear when you look so dashing in that tuxedo.”
“Wait a second,” Rodney said, glancing around, “is this a wedding reception?” His eyes landed on the ridiculously large framed photo standing on an easel, surrounded by flowers. “Is this your wedding reception, Sheppard?”
John covered his eyes with his hands and wished for a Wraith attack.
“But, but,” he looked utterly appalled, “you’re married to Elizabeth!”
“I’m well aware of that, thank you, Rodney.”
“Aww.” Elizabeth was still looking way too amused. “Boys II Men. Now that’s romantic.”
John felt heat in his ears and he was sure he was blushing. “If you don’t fix this right now, McKay, you are a dead man.”
“I’m not the one committing polygamy!”
He threw up his hands. “It’s time travel!”
Rodney scoffed. “You wouldn’t catch me cheating on Elizabeth, no matter what decade it was.”
John made a retching noise. Elizabeth ignored him.
“That’s very sweet, thank you, Rodney.”
“You’re welcome.”
She looked right past John. “Would you care to dance?”
This is a nightmare, John thought. This has to be a nightmare.
“Hmm. Actually, I would.” Rodney held out his elbow. “Do you think the DJ has any Spice Girls?”
She slipped her arm into his. “It doesn’t hurt to ask.” She looked over her shoulder and smiled brightly. “I hope we didn’t miss the bouquet toss.”
Rodney nodded agreeably. “I’m quite lucky with the garters, myself.”
John groaned at their departing figures. “That’s it. I’m killing you both.”
Fandom: SGA
Rating: G
A/N: Getting closer...
“No. No, no, no, no.” John closed his eyes for a second and opened them again. Still there. “This is not happening.”
Beside him, Elizabeth smiled. Damn her. “Is this what I think it is?”
“Huh,” Rodney said, looking around the room. “I must have miscalculated.”
John rolled his eyes. “You think?”
Rodney bristled. “Well, it’s not like it came with an instruction manual! I can’t actually divine how these things work, you know. And though I may be incredibly intelligent, I’m not completely infallible!”
“Champagne?” asked a passing waiter.
“I’d love some,” Elizabeth said, snagging a flute. Her smile remained intact as she took a sip.
“You’re lucky we rematerialized with all of our molecules properly aligned!”
“I’m not feeling very lucky at the moment.”
“I am,” Elizabeth supplied cheerily.
Rodney’s eyes lit up. “Oo. Is that a buffet?”
“McKay!”
He whimpered. “I can’t be expected to figure out how to send us back on an empty stomach!”
“I think it’s a pity we missed the ceremony,” Elizabeth said, setting her empty glass on a nearby table. “I’d have loved to have seen it.”
“Please let me develop invisibility. Please let me develop invisibility,” John chanted under his breath.
“I don’t know...” She was wearing her mischievous face now - the one that usually meant fun. This time he suspected it meant humiliation. His humiliation. “It would be a shame to have you disappear when you look so dashing in that tuxedo.”
“Wait a second,” Rodney said, glancing around, “is this a wedding reception?” His eyes landed on the ridiculously large framed photo standing on an easel, surrounded by flowers. “Is this your wedding reception, Sheppard?”
John covered his eyes with his hands and wished for a Wraith attack.
“But, but,” he looked utterly appalled, “you’re married to Elizabeth!”
“I’m well aware of that, thank you, Rodney.”
“Aww.” Elizabeth was still looking way too amused. “Boys II Men. Now that’s romantic.”
John felt heat in his ears and he was sure he was blushing. “If you don’t fix this right now, McKay, you are a dead man.”
“I’m not the one committing polygamy!”
He threw up his hands. “It’s time travel!”
Rodney scoffed. “You wouldn’t catch me cheating on Elizabeth, no matter what decade it was.”
John made a retching noise. Elizabeth ignored him.
“That’s very sweet, thank you, Rodney.”
“You’re welcome.”
She looked right past John. “Would you care to dance?”
This is a nightmare, John thought. This has to be a nightmare.
“Hmm. Actually, I would.” Rodney held out his elbow. “Do you think the DJ has any Spice Girls?”
She slipped her arm into his. “It doesn’t hurt to ask.” She looked over her shoulder and smiled brightly. “I hope we didn’t miss the bouquet toss.”
Rodney nodded agreeably. “I’m quite lucky with the garters, myself.”
John groaned at their departing figures. “That’s it. I’m killing you both.”