SGA Fic - No Thought Control (The Writing On The Wall Remix) (PG-13, John/Rodney)
Title: No Thought Control (The Writing On The Wall Remix)
Pairing: John/Rodney
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Rising
Word Count: 1,247
Remix of: Lighting Rod by Hyperfocused
Summary: John goes splat. Literally.
A/N: Thanks to smittywing for beating. :-) Her beating really is the best kind of beta. lilac_way got in some great hits too, and I'm quite grateful.
What does a guy do his first night in an alien city, in another galaxy, after killing their commanding officer?
Not sleep. That's for damn sure. John tried that and had given up after about an hour of tossing and turning. And that is how he found himself wandering around places he probably shouldn't be. Probably not the best exercise of common sense, which, while not a new experience, was probably not a good way to begin his tenure as base commander.
Then again, who was going to yell at him? Elizabeth might disapprove, and Bates would certainly glower, but there wasn't much either of them could do at this point. They were stuck with him. And he with them.
After the city rose (which, holy crap - floating city), and everyone had calmed down, they spent most of the day just clearing enough living space out so everyone had at least a spot that wasn't in a hallway. By virtue of his new rank as commanding officer, he had gotten his own room, but most people were bunked in multiples, with the Athosians being the most compressed.
But he didn't want to be in his room trying to sleep. What he really needed was a good run, but they hadn't exactly found a nice spot to run yet, or at least a place that was safe to run around at night. They hadn't really found anything yet.
Elizabeth and Rodney had set a perimeter of sorts. He couldn't really call it a perimeter, because it was really just categories of areas like "safe," "probably safe" and "deadly until proven safe." Currently about 99% of Atlantis fell into the deadly until proven safe category. Bates had arranged security patrol, but there were so many hallways and nooks and crannies it was impossible to set any kind of boundary. He hadn't run into one of the security patrols yet, which was probably a good thing.
What he really needed was a nice quiet out-of-the-way balcony. He could always go to the one off the control tower, but then he would run into people and invite conversation. Which, not so high on his to-do list. Well, John could probably handle Elizabeth or Rodney, but he highly doubted either of them were really going to be up this time of night. John had actually considered going by Rodney's room, but then that might be weird. They had spent a lot of time together mapping out the chair and playing with ancient technology, but John wasn't sure they had reached the "drop by and chat in the middle of the night" (was it even the middle of the night?) phase of their friendship.
And really, Rodney was probably the closest thing John had to a "friend" in this place. John turned down another hallway and realized he had no idea where he was, and he didn't want his marines' first city rescue mission (and given the look on the faces of many of the scientists on the expedition, he was sure there would be several) to be rescue him.
John started to head back the way he came when he caught a glow out of the corner of his eye. Heading toward the unknown glowy thing in the alien city was probably a good way to get hurt, embarrassed, stuck, or something, but he quashed his better sense and went into the room.
And found a swimming pool. With massive amounts of algae. Smelly blue glowing . . . moving? algae. John blinked, thinking he had imagined it, but nope, not so much. The algae was moving. In patterns. He found a swimming pool with sentient algae. Fantastic. Dr. Weir and Bates were going to love this one. "Yes, I was wandering around the city, alone, at night, into areas that had been labeled deadly until proven innocent, and I found a pool. Why does a floating city have a swimming pool you ask? I don't know! BUT guess what? After ten-thousand years, it appears that a new life form has taken up residence. It looks like algae at first, but forms itself like a Rorschach test." Yeah. That would go over well.
He was pretty sure they brought a shrink along. Maybe she could use it as part of her therapy. The patterns really were quite pretty. So pretty. And mesmerizing. John sat down at the edge of the pool and just started watching. The blue turned to green and then purple and the patterns shifted and moved. It was like watching one of those laser light shows. All he needed was a little Pink Floyd and maybe some pot and this would be perfect.
He was sure some of those scientists had probably snuck over some pot. Or at least the seeds. They could totally have a show in here. He bet even Elizabeth would be down with it. Bates, probably not so much, but he could get around that.
Wow. He hadn't wanted to get high this bad since . . . well. EVER. He was also really hungry. Like really really hungry. And angry, and scared, and . . . horny? That was unexpected. He should probably leave the room with the glowing sentient algae.
But it was so pretty and compelling and nice.
"God Damn it!" John jolted when he heard Rodney shout - the algae must have really sucked him in because he hadn't heard Rodney come into the room.
"Rodney?" John said, as he looked around trying to find Rodney. His brain wasn't entirely clear, but it didn't take him long to figure out that Rodney wasn't in the room with him. Damn. John snapped out of his stupor and jumped up. If Rodney had shouted so loud that John could hear him all the way from the living quarters, something bad must have happened. John turned to run out of the room and -
Splat. Into the pool he went. Oh, that was disgusting. John waded to the edge and hauled himself out and took off toward Rodney's room. He could catch a shower later, but he needed to make sure Rodney was okay first. They had lost enough people already.
John slogged down the hallway, squishing every step, hoping he wouldn't run into anyone. If there wasn't grave danger he would prefer to be clean before he saw anyone. An image of Elizabeth doing very naughty things flashed in front of his eyes, and then a dog, and then . . . guns? He was starting to think the sentient algae not only provided distracting euphoria, it let him read minds. Which explained why he wanted pot so bad and he was so hungry and he was having pornographic thoughts about P-90s.
He wasn't really sure what was worse - being covered in the algae or knowing others thoughts.
John was almost to Rodney's door when he picked up thoughts about . . . himself. Huh, McKay wanted brownies and blow jobs - from him. That made John pause for a second because he really hadn't seen that coming. But it wasn't . . . unwelcome?
John smirked as he knocked on Rodney's door and called out a greeting. He wasn't sure how long this whole reading mind things might last, and he should probably get it checked out, but it might be fun for an evening.
Pairing: John/Rodney
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Rising
Word Count: 1,247
Remix of: Lighting Rod by Hyperfocused
Summary: John goes splat. Literally.
A/N: Thanks to smittywing for beating. :-) Her beating really is the best kind of beta. lilac_way got in some great hits too, and I'm quite grateful.
What does a guy do his first night in an alien city, in another galaxy, after killing their commanding officer?
Not sleep. That's for damn sure. John tried that and had given up after about an hour of tossing and turning. And that is how he found himself wandering around places he probably shouldn't be. Probably not the best exercise of common sense, which, while not a new experience, was probably not a good way to begin his tenure as base commander.
Then again, who was going to yell at him? Elizabeth might disapprove, and Bates would certainly glower, but there wasn't much either of them could do at this point. They were stuck with him. And he with them.
After the city rose (which, holy crap - floating city), and everyone had calmed down, they spent most of the day just clearing enough living space out so everyone had at least a spot that wasn't in a hallway. By virtue of his new rank as commanding officer, he had gotten his own room, but most people were bunked in multiples, with the Athosians being the most compressed.
But he didn't want to be in his room trying to sleep. What he really needed was a good run, but they hadn't exactly found a nice spot to run yet, or at least a place that was safe to run around at night. They hadn't really found anything yet.
Elizabeth and Rodney had set a perimeter of sorts. He couldn't really call it a perimeter, because it was really just categories of areas like "safe," "probably safe" and "deadly until proven safe." Currently about 99% of Atlantis fell into the deadly until proven safe category. Bates had arranged security patrol, but there were so many hallways and nooks and crannies it was impossible to set any kind of boundary. He hadn't run into one of the security patrols yet, which was probably a good thing.
What he really needed was a nice quiet out-of-the-way balcony. He could always go to the one off the control tower, but then he would run into people and invite conversation. Which, not so high on his to-do list. Well, John could probably handle Elizabeth or Rodney, but he highly doubted either of them were really going to be up this time of night. John had actually considered going by Rodney's room, but then that might be weird. They had spent a lot of time together mapping out the chair and playing with ancient technology, but John wasn't sure they had reached the "drop by and chat in the middle of the night" (was it even the middle of the night?) phase of their friendship.
And really, Rodney was probably the closest thing John had to a "friend" in this place. John turned down another hallway and realized he had no idea where he was, and he didn't want his marines' first city rescue mission (and given the look on the faces of many of the scientists on the expedition, he was sure there would be several) to be rescue him.
John started to head back the way he came when he caught a glow out of the corner of his eye. Heading toward the unknown glowy thing in the alien city was probably a good way to get hurt, embarrassed, stuck, or something, but he quashed his better sense and went into the room.
And found a swimming pool. With massive amounts of algae. Smelly blue glowing . . . moving? algae. John blinked, thinking he had imagined it, but nope, not so much. The algae was moving. In patterns. He found a swimming pool with sentient algae. Fantastic. Dr. Weir and Bates were going to love this one. "Yes, I was wandering around the city, alone, at night, into areas that had been labeled deadly until proven innocent, and I found a pool. Why does a floating city have a swimming pool you ask? I don't know! BUT guess what? After ten-thousand years, it appears that a new life form has taken up residence. It looks like algae at first, but forms itself like a Rorschach test." Yeah. That would go over well.
He was pretty sure they brought a shrink along. Maybe she could use it as part of her therapy. The patterns really were quite pretty. So pretty. And mesmerizing. John sat down at the edge of the pool and just started watching. The blue turned to green and then purple and the patterns shifted and moved. It was like watching one of those laser light shows. All he needed was a little Pink Floyd and maybe some pot and this would be perfect.
He was sure some of those scientists had probably snuck over some pot. Or at least the seeds. They could totally have a show in here. He bet even Elizabeth would be down with it. Bates, probably not so much, but he could get around that.
Wow. He hadn't wanted to get high this bad since . . . well. EVER. He was also really hungry. Like really really hungry. And angry, and scared, and . . . horny? That was unexpected. He should probably leave the room with the glowing sentient algae.
But it was so pretty and compelling and nice.
"God Damn it!" John jolted when he heard Rodney shout - the algae must have really sucked him in because he hadn't heard Rodney come into the room.
"Rodney?" John said, as he looked around trying to find Rodney. His brain wasn't entirely clear, but it didn't take him long to figure out that Rodney wasn't in the room with him. Damn. John snapped out of his stupor and jumped up. If Rodney had shouted so loud that John could hear him all the way from the living quarters, something bad must have happened. John turned to run out of the room and -
Splat. Into the pool he went. Oh, that was disgusting. John waded to the edge and hauled himself out and took off toward Rodney's room. He could catch a shower later, but he needed to make sure Rodney was okay first. They had lost enough people already.
John slogged down the hallway, squishing every step, hoping he wouldn't run into anyone. If there wasn't grave danger he would prefer to be clean before he saw anyone. An image of Elizabeth doing very naughty things flashed in front of his eyes, and then a dog, and then . . . guns? He was starting to think the sentient algae not only provided distracting euphoria, it let him read minds. Which explained why he wanted pot so bad and he was so hungry and he was having pornographic thoughts about P-90s.
He wasn't really sure what was worse - being covered in the algae or knowing others thoughts.
John was almost to Rodney's door when he picked up thoughts about . . . himself. Huh, McKay wanted brownies and blow jobs - from him. That made John pause for a second because he really hadn't seen that coming. But it wasn't . . . unwelcome?
John smirked as he knocked on Rodney's door and called out a greeting. He wasn't sure how long this whole reading mind things might last, and he should probably get it checked out, but it might be fun for an evening.