Especially for Jenavira
I promised her months ago to write her a Jonas/Rodney fic. And after much procrastination, here it is. Just in time before she leaves all forever. It's not very good I'll tell you right now. It's very broken up little scenes suppose to be based around the episode "Redemption". Oh, and I've kept in the Rodney's canon lust for Sam. without further ado, I give you a precious little dinghy fic.
Stargate: SG1
Jonas Quinn/Rodney McKay
PG
Distraction
"What're you doing?"
Rodney looked up briefly at the other man before going back to his task. "Going through your notebooks," he explained without apology.
Jonas stepped further into his own office, his pale eyebrows drawn in simple confusion. "Why?"
"Because you took back the one with the figures on the exponential instability of the Naquadria." In frustration he slammed down the three notebooks he had in his hands, none containing the information he was looking for. "Maybe if you labeled them better, kept them more organized, or I don't know maybe use ones that don't all look alike. I mean honestly, why do you need so many comp books? Are you too good for spiral?"
Through his little tirade, Jonas watched him with his arms crossed and an irrepressible smile. "Well, Mjr Carter's introduced me to the 'legal pad', and I'm quite fond of those as well."
Rodney gave him a withering look, moving away from the desk and started picking through the book shelves. "Kinda morbid, don't you think? Using all this dead guys stuff?"
"I don't know," Jonas said, opening a desk drawer and pulling out another notebook. He crossed the room and handed it to Rodney. "I'd like to think Dr. Jackson would appreciate it. After all his own line of work was to use and study 'dead guys' stuff'."
Rodney stopped listening after opening the notes on the naquadria and the X-302. Jonas Quinn had frustratingly neat handwriting illustrated with impeccably proportional sketches which Rodney had a sneaking suspicion were drawn without the aid of any kind of ruler. After a couple minutes of "hmms" and muttered curses as he flipped through the pages, he finally looked up to find Jonas perched on a lab stool intently watching the radar imagery for their section of Colorado. "You hungry?" Rodney asked.
"Yeah!" The way Jonas' eyes brightened as he enthusiastically jumped off the stool was a bit distressing.
***
Rodney eyed the food on Jonas' tray warily. And people said he ate a lot. Not only was the tray laden, but the combination of foods on it were highly questionable. Jonas was practically scarfing down the potato wedges which he was dipping in blueberry yogurt (yogurt?). Deciding watching him eating would definitely lead to nausea, Rodney let his gaze wander below the neck to the well defined chest and abs noticeable beneath his T-shirt. He briefly wondered how the kid managed it with his eating habits, but then remembered how he was nearly bouncing down the halls all the way to the commissary. Normally, Rodney preferred to outright avoid people with that much chirpy energy, but...Jonas Quinn was damned cute. "Blonds," he muttered to himself, thrusting his fork into a piece of meat that could have easily been a specimen brought back by one of the SG teams.
"What'd you say?" Jonas managed to ask between swallowing and taking another bite.
"I didn't say anything," Rodney said around a mouthful of...maybe beef...
"Oh." Jonas shrugged and went back to deciding what to eat next. "What's this?" He asked, holding up a yellow fruit.
"It's called a banana."
"Banana," he repeated, carefully pronouncing it.
Oh great, Rodney thought, you Tarzan, me Jane?. "No, no, wait." Jonas was about to take a bite of the banana as was. "Give it to me." A small frown shaped Jonas' pink lips as he handed it over. "You gotta peel it before you eat it." Rodney grabbed the stem and demonstrated how to peel a banana properly.
Jonas watched with childlike fascination and delight. "The vegetation on this planet is just amazing." He took a it back from Rodney, and bit in to it. "And tastey!" He said around a mouthful of fruit.
Rodney just watched him eat commissary food like it was his last meal. There was no way around it: the kid was from another planet. "So...you're an alien. How's that working out for you?"
Jonas had the presence of mind to swallow before answering. "I've been reading a lot about your planet, it seems really nice. I'd like to see more of it. Not that the SGC isn't bad. I mean Mjr. Carter and Teal'c have been nice."
"Yeah, but everyone else doesn't seem to pay much attention to you. Probably because you're smarter than them. I have to deal with that myself all the time, believe me."
"I just always figured that it was because I was the 'new guy'."
"Oh yeah? How long have you been here?"
"Three months."
"Three months doesn't make you the 'new guy' anymore, sorry."
Jonas frowned. He sadly poked an orange with a spoon. "Really, I think there's just some...resentment towards me."
Rodney didn't know what to say to that. Jonas was more than probably right. He hadn't known Dr. Jackson very well himself, but he knew there were a lot of people (and influential people) on base who hadn't taken the guy's death lightly, and Jonas was a walking reminder of it. So, where there's uncomfortableness, one deflects. Rodney looked at his watch. "Oh, will you look at that. Major Carter and Colonel O'Neill should be back any minute. Think there'll have to be a discussion about another fantastic failure."
Jonas followed him out of the commissary, grabbing an orange off his tray.
***
He was having problems concentrating as it was. It wasn't the pressure that was getting to him. Rodney like to think he worked well under pressure. There was just too much distraction. The constant chatter of the idiot scientists that somehow were allowed access to the most important pieces of technology since the Enigma device were like buzzing flies over his head. What the hell could they possibly think they could do when even their top scientist has proven fallible? Speaking of the foremost scientist...there was another distraction, Major Carter wandering about being aloof and unattainable. She might as well get a stamp on her forehead: DO NOT TOUCH PROPERTY OF USAF. Then there was Jonas, standing off to the side, uncertain if he was allowed to get involved, but eager to help. It was insane. He wasn't doing anything, nothing to bring attention to himself, but Rodney's eyes kept on wandering in his direction.
In fact, he was doing it right now! He snapped his eyes back to the monitor in front of him. Concentrate, Rodney. What is more important: Blonds or the fate of the universe? Rodney tensed a little when from his peripheral vision he saw Jonas head towards his work station. "Would you like some coffee?" Rodney looked up to reply, but found that Jonas was looking over him, addressing Mjr. Carter.
"No thanks, Jonas," she said politely.
"Coffee sounds good," Rodney cut in.
Mjr. Carter scowled at his interruption. Jonas smiled. "No problem." He left Rodney's side, and Carter turned away to speak to General Hammond in his office.
***
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Why was everyone around there so stupid? Rodney wasn't in the habit of grinding his teeth, but he figured soon would be a good time to start. Okay, so not everybody was stupid. Mjr. Carter had some brains, not much, but more than your average military officer. Though she was still putting her commanding officer and the entire planet at risk with her maybes and what-ifs. And Jonas, Rodney wasn't about to stamp "Idiot" on his forehead yet. He had a sort of charming innocence about him, but he's proven to be a quick thinker.
"Maybe we can reduce the risk a little," Jonas suggested.
Rodney and Carter turned to him at the same time. "How?"
"The instability of the naquadria-"
"Is relative to the size of the burst your trying to extract!" Carter finished.
Rodney could almost feel the light bulb lighting above his head. Jonas sure knew how to flip his switches. "We don't actually have to send the gate across the galaxy, do we?"
"Even a second in hyperspace potentially gets us million of miles!"
Oh, Rodney love it when he and Mjr. Carter were on the same page. "Make the call," he told Hammond. He glanced back at Jonas. He was nervously pacing around the room. He flashed him a quick, approving smile, which Jonas returned. Jonas, Carter, and himself made a good team Rodney thought. He wondered...nah. But a guy could always fantasize couldn't he?
***
Rodney hummed a random tuned as he waited for the elevator to arrive. Saving the planet. What could possibly make a guy feel better? Well, being kissed by an extraordinarily pretty blond could. And it did. "You're looking pleased with yourself."
Rodney jumped. He was on his way to Jonas' office as it was and he wasn't prepared to run into him in the elevator. He stepped in and joined him. "Well, you know, helping to save the planet can boost one's self-esteem. That, and Major Carter kissed me." He glanced at Jonas, looking for a reaction.
"That was nice of her."
"It was." Another glance.
"So you're going back to..."
"Russia, yeah."
"Russia, right."
They continued to ride in awkward silence. When it stopped, Jonas followed Rodney out. He turned to say good-bye to Jonas. But before he could say it, Jonas had leant forward and pressed a quick kiss to his mouth. He pulled back, and Rodney gaped at him. "What was that for?"
Jonas blushed a little. "I uh," he made a throat-clearing noise, "assumed that kissing a person good-bye is the custom here...or something."
"Or something." Rodney agreed. But the way Jonas was shyly looking at him told him this wasn't some cultural misunderstanding. Goddam, going back to Russia. But then he thought of something. "Here," he pulled out of his pack a piece of paper and a pen, wrote something quick on it, and handed it Jonas.
"What's this?" Jonas asked.
"What, you've been here for a couple months and they haven't gotten you e-mail?"
"Oh, that, yeah. The internet is great! I just haven't had to really use my e-mail much."
"Well, here's an excuse to get into practice. Keep in touch." He patted Jonas on the arm. "Oh, and next time you see her, have Major Carter explain 'don't ask, don't tell' to you, huh?" He glanced up at the security camera in the hall, then turned and walked away.
Stargate: SG1
Jonas Quinn/Rodney McKay
PG
Distraction
"What're you doing?"
Rodney looked up briefly at the other man before going back to his task. "Going through your notebooks," he explained without apology.
Jonas stepped further into his own office, his pale eyebrows drawn in simple confusion. "Why?"
"Because you took back the one with the figures on the exponential instability of the Naquadria." In frustration he slammed down the three notebooks he had in his hands, none containing the information he was looking for. "Maybe if you labeled them better, kept them more organized, or I don't know maybe use ones that don't all look alike. I mean honestly, why do you need so many comp books? Are you too good for spiral?"
Through his little tirade, Jonas watched him with his arms crossed and an irrepressible smile. "Well, Mjr Carter's introduced me to the 'legal pad', and I'm quite fond of those as well."
Rodney gave him a withering look, moving away from the desk and started picking through the book shelves. "Kinda morbid, don't you think? Using all this dead guys stuff?"
"I don't know," Jonas said, opening a desk drawer and pulling out another notebook. He crossed the room and handed it to Rodney. "I'd like to think Dr. Jackson would appreciate it. After all his own line of work was to use and study 'dead guys' stuff'."
Rodney stopped listening after opening the notes on the naquadria and the X-302. Jonas Quinn had frustratingly neat handwriting illustrated with impeccably proportional sketches which Rodney had a sneaking suspicion were drawn without the aid of any kind of ruler. After a couple minutes of "hmms" and muttered curses as he flipped through the pages, he finally looked up to find Jonas perched on a lab stool intently watching the radar imagery for their section of Colorado. "You hungry?" Rodney asked.
"Yeah!" The way Jonas' eyes brightened as he enthusiastically jumped off the stool was a bit distressing.
***
Rodney eyed the food on Jonas' tray warily. And people said he ate a lot. Not only was the tray laden, but the combination of foods on it were highly questionable. Jonas was practically scarfing down the potato wedges which he was dipping in blueberry yogurt (yogurt?). Deciding watching him eating would definitely lead to nausea, Rodney let his gaze wander below the neck to the well defined chest and abs noticeable beneath his T-shirt. He briefly wondered how the kid managed it with his eating habits, but then remembered how he was nearly bouncing down the halls all the way to the commissary. Normally, Rodney preferred to outright avoid people with that much chirpy energy, but...Jonas Quinn was damned cute. "Blonds," he muttered to himself, thrusting his fork into a piece of meat that could have easily been a specimen brought back by one of the SG teams.
"What'd you say?" Jonas managed to ask between swallowing and taking another bite.
"I didn't say anything," Rodney said around a mouthful of...maybe beef...
"Oh." Jonas shrugged and went back to deciding what to eat next. "What's this?" He asked, holding up a yellow fruit.
"It's called a banana."
"Banana," he repeated, carefully pronouncing it.
Oh great, Rodney thought, you Tarzan, me Jane?. "No, no, wait." Jonas was about to take a bite of the banana as was. "Give it to me." A small frown shaped Jonas' pink lips as he handed it over. "You gotta peel it before you eat it." Rodney grabbed the stem and demonstrated how to peel a banana properly.
Jonas watched with childlike fascination and delight. "The vegetation on this planet is just amazing." He took a it back from Rodney, and bit in to it. "And tastey!" He said around a mouthful of fruit.
Rodney just watched him eat commissary food like it was his last meal. There was no way around it: the kid was from another planet. "So...you're an alien. How's that working out for you?"
Jonas had the presence of mind to swallow before answering. "I've been reading a lot about your planet, it seems really nice. I'd like to see more of it. Not that the SGC isn't bad. I mean Mjr. Carter and Teal'c have been nice."
"Yeah, but everyone else doesn't seem to pay much attention to you. Probably because you're smarter than them. I have to deal with that myself all the time, believe me."
"I just always figured that it was because I was the 'new guy'."
"Oh yeah? How long have you been here?"
"Three months."
"Three months doesn't make you the 'new guy' anymore, sorry."
Jonas frowned. He sadly poked an orange with a spoon. "Really, I think there's just some...resentment towards me."
Rodney didn't know what to say to that. Jonas was more than probably right. He hadn't known Dr. Jackson very well himself, but he knew there were a lot of people (and influential people) on base who hadn't taken the guy's death lightly, and Jonas was a walking reminder of it. So, where there's uncomfortableness, one deflects. Rodney looked at his watch. "Oh, will you look at that. Major Carter and Colonel O'Neill should be back any minute. Think there'll have to be a discussion about another fantastic failure."
Jonas followed him out of the commissary, grabbing an orange off his tray.
***
He was having problems concentrating as it was. It wasn't the pressure that was getting to him. Rodney like to think he worked well under pressure. There was just too much distraction. The constant chatter of the idiot scientists that somehow were allowed access to the most important pieces of technology since the Enigma device were like buzzing flies over his head. What the hell could they possibly think they could do when even their top scientist has proven fallible? Speaking of the foremost scientist...there was another distraction, Major Carter wandering about being aloof and unattainable. She might as well get a stamp on her forehead: DO NOT TOUCH PROPERTY OF USAF. Then there was Jonas, standing off to the side, uncertain if he was allowed to get involved, but eager to help. It was insane. He wasn't doing anything, nothing to bring attention to himself, but Rodney's eyes kept on wandering in his direction.
In fact, he was doing it right now! He snapped his eyes back to the monitor in front of him. Concentrate, Rodney. What is more important: Blonds or the fate of the universe? Rodney tensed a little when from his peripheral vision he saw Jonas head towards his work station. "Would you like some coffee?" Rodney looked up to reply, but found that Jonas was looking over him, addressing Mjr. Carter.
"No thanks, Jonas," she said politely.
"Coffee sounds good," Rodney cut in.
Mjr. Carter scowled at his interruption. Jonas smiled. "No problem." He left Rodney's side, and Carter turned away to speak to General Hammond in his office.
***
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Why was everyone around there so stupid? Rodney wasn't in the habit of grinding his teeth, but he figured soon would be a good time to start. Okay, so not everybody was stupid. Mjr. Carter had some brains, not much, but more than your average military officer. Though she was still putting her commanding officer and the entire planet at risk with her maybes and what-ifs. And Jonas, Rodney wasn't about to stamp "Idiot" on his forehead yet. He had a sort of charming innocence about him, but he's proven to be a quick thinker.
"Maybe we can reduce the risk a little," Jonas suggested.
Rodney and Carter turned to him at the same time. "How?"
"The instability of the naquadria-"
"Is relative to the size of the burst your trying to extract!" Carter finished.
Rodney could almost feel the light bulb lighting above his head. Jonas sure knew how to flip his switches. "We don't actually have to send the gate across the galaxy, do we?"
"Even a second in hyperspace potentially gets us million of miles!"
Oh, Rodney love it when he and Mjr. Carter were on the same page. "Make the call," he told Hammond. He glanced back at Jonas. He was nervously pacing around the room. He flashed him a quick, approving smile, which Jonas returned. Jonas, Carter, and himself made a good team Rodney thought. He wondered...nah. But a guy could always fantasize couldn't he?
***
Rodney hummed a random tuned as he waited for the elevator to arrive. Saving the planet. What could possibly make a guy feel better? Well, being kissed by an extraordinarily pretty blond could. And it did. "You're looking pleased with yourself."
Rodney jumped. He was on his way to Jonas' office as it was and he wasn't prepared to run into him in the elevator. He stepped in and joined him. "Well, you know, helping to save the planet can boost one's self-esteem. That, and Major Carter kissed me." He glanced at Jonas, looking for a reaction.
"That was nice of her."
"It was." Another glance.
"So you're going back to..."
"Russia, yeah."
"Russia, right."
They continued to ride in awkward silence. When it stopped, Jonas followed Rodney out. He turned to say good-bye to Jonas. But before he could say it, Jonas had leant forward and pressed a quick kiss to his mouth. He pulled back, and Rodney gaped at him. "What was that for?"
Jonas blushed a little. "I uh," he made a throat-clearing noise, "assumed that kissing a person good-bye is the custom here...or something."
"Or something." Rodney agreed. But the way Jonas was shyly looking at him told him this wasn't some cultural misunderstanding. Goddam, going back to Russia. But then he thought of something. "Here," he pulled out of his pack a piece of paper and a pen, wrote something quick on it, and handed it Jonas.
"What's this?" Jonas asked.
"What, you've been here for a couple months and they haven't gotten you e-mail?"
"Oh, that, yeah. The internet is great! I just haven't had to really use my e-mail much."
"Well, here's an excuse to get into practice. Keep in touch." He patted Jonas on the arm. "Oh, and next time you see her, have Major Carter explain 'don't ask, don't tell' to you, huh?" He glanced up at the security camera in the hall, then turned and walked away.