Bus Driver/Grad Student AU (John/Rodney slash, Teen)
Title: Untitled fic - Also known as: That AU where Rodney is a bus driver and John is a grad student.
Author: starrylizard
Rating: Teen, AU fic
Pairing: John/Rodney slash
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Word count: 1522
Notes: This was an AU fic written for inkscribe, where I originally attempted to write NC17, which I cannot do, so rewrote it (minus the smut) and apparently forgot to post it after that. Just clearing things off my hard drive, so here it is.
It was the last run for the night. Rodney revved the bus engine roughly, the cranky old thing putting out quite some noise. He grinned maniacally and swerved to hit several large pot holes, each one creating a large thud as the tires bounced on worn out suspension, and all the while he kept a close eye on the large mirror that gave him a view of the passenger seats. Still nothing. The guy in the middle row, the only guy left on the bus, just slept on.
The guy was lanky, but not unfit-looking, with tousled dark hair and pale skin - as if he never got out into the light of day. There was a pinched look to his face, even in sleep, that Rodney could certainly relate too - too many late nights working hard and not enough fun. Yeah, Rodney could certainly relate to that. Night shift on the bus had left him pale and cranky too and if this guy would just wake up before he hit the bus depot, his night could be over that much faster.
Rodney revved the bus engine yet again, reveling in its gravelly growl. The bus sounded as wickedly cranky as he felt. He hit the biggest and final pot hole of the route as he zoomed into the depot and parked the bus for the night, sniggering as the guy finally woke with a start.
“Last stop, all off,” he called out, eyes still on the mirrors as the guy looked up in bewilderment.
“Crap!” came the heartfelt reply, followed by: “Why didn’t you wake me?”
“You don’t think I tried? Apparently you sleep through anything. Now, all off.” Rodney used his surliest voice, opening the bus doors and climbing out stiffly, his uniform clinging uncomfortably from sitting for so many hours. He stood, arms crossed, waiting for the guy to get off the bus, so he could lock up and go home.
The guy stepped out, mussing his hair even more as he ran his hands through it and over his face. “Couldn’t you just run around once more?” He didn’t sound all that hopeful. “It’s your job after all.”
“I’m off duty as of now. Not my problem.”
“Please.”
“No.”
“Damnit.”
The guy did a fabulous puppy dog pout, before he began to walk away and Rodney couldn’t say if it was that, or just the way the guys ass looked so incredible in his tight jeans, black shirt riding up to reveal a patch of too pale skin as he began to walk away, that made Rodney call out to him.
“Where do you live? Maybe I can give you a ride.”
The guy turned around, flashing an impish grin as if Rodney had just proven some private hypothesis. “You know the apartment block on the corner of Old Dex Street and Emmagan Road?”
Rodney rolled his eyes. “Complete dump, practically falling down, no balconies and full of students and low-income losers.”
“Yeah that’s the one, alright.” The guy flashed that grin again, limbs loose and unconcerned, tired eyes tracking Rodney slyly without even moving his head. Rodney got the impression this one wasn’t as clueless as he was making out.
“Rodney McKay.” Rodney offered his hand, pleased to find the guy had a strong hand shake.
“John Sheppard.”
“Come on then.” Rodney nodded his head toward the car park and began to walk without looking to see if the guy followed. He opened up the brown bomb he loosely referred to as a car and more often referred to as ‘that pile of junk on wheels’ and reached over to open the passenger door for Sheppard.
“So which one are you?”
“Huh?”
“Student or low income earner?” The car engine finally turned over with a cough and a belch of smoke polluting the already too humid night air.
“I’m a post graduate student at Caltech.” That definitely caught Rodney’s interest.
Looking over, John had made himself comfortable, legs splayed almost obscenely as he rested one foot on the dash board, his knee against the window in a casual display of flexibility. Rodney swallowed hard, managing to look away with some effort and guide the car out of the parking lot and onto the road.
“What’s your major?”
Sheppard raised his eyebrows, but answered anyway, even preempting the next question. “Math. My project looks at ways of tracking the genetic variability of biological populations. Not ideal, but its good math and it got me government funding.”
Rodney grimaced. “Soft sciences. I never understood the soft sciences.”
“The mathematics is pretty fascinating, actually. There are so many variables to take into account. You know a bit about math?”
“Didn’t always drive a bus, you know.” Rodney smirked, taking the opportunity to look Sheppard up and down, before turning the car onto Old Dex Street.
“You can drop me off anywhere here…” John started, but stopped as Rodney just drove right on into the residential car park and parked in a numbered slot.
“Low income looser,” he explained.
It was John’s turn to look amused as he deftly unfolded from the passenger seat and reached over into the back seat for his backpack, thus giving Rodney another great view of just how tight-fitting his jeans were.
“Want to come up? I’ve got beer and I was going to order pizza. I’m happy to share, you know, fair payment for the ride and all.”
Rodney found he had to swallow hard, before he could talk again. “Yeah, pizza sounds good. No pineapple though. I’m allergic.”
“Come on then.” Sheppard nodded his head toward the building entrance, marching off without looking to see if Rodney followed, unconsciously copying Rodney’s earlier gesture.
Rodney quickly locked the car and hurried to follow.
OoooO
Twenty minutes later they were comfortably installed on the couch in Sheppard’s sparse apartment, watching the football in a distracted sort of way, beer bottles in hand. Two empty beer bottles already rested on the box that seemed to serve as a makeshift coffee table.
Sheppard had explained the basis of his doctoral project at Caltech and Rodney was happily mocking the pit falls of Sheppard’s theory of how mathematics can predict genetic transfer and trends in population genetics. Sheppard listened, grinning good-naturedly the whole time, refuting Rodney’s theories when he thought it was necessary, but apparently taking in every word. Suddenly he stood up in one fluid motion.
“Excuse me a moment. Would you get the pizza when it comes?” He didn’t wait for an answer, just took off into the other room.
“Typical, leave me to pay for the pizza. If you can’t take a little constructive criticism, you’ll never get anywhere in life,” Rodney yelled after him, but he wasn’t really fussed. The beer was taking effect and he was starting to feel happily mellow. He deliberately leaned out from the couch just enough to track Sheppard’s fine ass as he disappeared into the other room.
When the pizza guy called, Rodney buzzed him up and paid, taking the box across to the kitchen bench and opening it up. He made a little satisfied noise as he picked up the biggest slice and took a bite.
“Good?” Sheppard’s voice was close, right next to his ear close, and Rodney jumped.
“Are you trying to give me a heart attack? Warn a guy. Geez!”
Sheppard laughed, low and deep, his mouth still so close to Rodney’s ear puffed warm breath against his face and Rodney shivered as Sheppard reached past him and snagged a piece for himself.
“I want to show you something.” Sheppard pulled Rodney, still munching happily on pizza, into the bedroom. “There.” Sheppard pointed at a tank, inside of which were a bunch of spiders.
Rodney jumped back with a startled expression. “What the hell?”
“They prove my theory. The geneticist I’ve been working with has helped me track markers in the spider’s genome, so far the population trends in the spider population are tracking just as my model predicts. I got the final results tonight.”
“Uh huh!” Rodney began to back away from the crazy person.
“What’s wrong, McKay? Don’t you want to help me celebrate?”
“You’re crazy you know? Spiders. Yuck!”
“It’ll be fun though.” Sheppard slid into Rodney’s personal space and Rodney found himself face to face with a very handsome guy who was apparently offering a good night in and he found he could live with the spiders.
“Let’s just move back into the other room. Couch?”
Sheppard smirked, but led Rodney back to the other room. Yeah this could work.
OoooO
Later still, When Rodney was curled up against John on the couch, naked and spent and ready to drift off into a deep and well-deserved sleep, he suddenly remembered something.
“Hey, John?”
“Yeah?”
“Why did you run off like that earlier?”
“Oh, I thought I saw one of the spiders run under the couch and I went to check the lid on the tank.”
“What?”
“Comes loose sometimes.”
“What?”
Sheppard snickered as the door swung shut behind the retreating figure of one Rodney McKay. He’d be back.
Author: starrylizard
Rating: Teen, AU fic
Pairing: John/Rodney slash
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Word count: 1522
Notes: This was an AU fic written for inkscribe, where I originally attempted to write NC17, which I cannot do, so rewrote it (minus the smut) and apparently forgot to post it after that. Just clearing things off my hard drive, so here it is.
It was the last run for the night. Rodney revved the bus engine roughly, the cranky old thing putting out quite some noise. He grinned maniacally and swerved to hit several large pot holes, each one creating a large thud as the tires bounced on worn out suspension, and all the while he kept a close eye on the large mirror that gave him a view of the passenger seats. Still nothing. The guy in the middle row, the only guy left on the bus, just slept on.
The guy was lanky, but not unfit-looking, with tousled dark hair and pale skin - as if he never got out into the light of day. There was a pinched look to his face, even in sleep, that Rodney could certainly relate too - too many late nights working hard and not enough fun. Yeah, Rodney could certainly relate to that. Night shift on the bus had left him pale and cranky too and if this guy would just wake up before he hit the bus depot, his night could be over that much faster.
Rodney revved the bus engine yet again, reveling in its gravelly growl. The bus sounded as wickedly cranky as he felt. He hit the biggest and final pot hole of the route as he zoomed into the depot and parked the bus for the night, sniggering as the guy finally woke with a start.
“Last stop, all off,” he called out, eyes still on the mirrors as the guy looked up in bewilderment.
“Crap!” came the heartfelt reply, followed by: “Why didn’t you wake me?”
“You don’t think I tried? Apparently you sleep through anything. Now, all off.” Rodney used his surliest voice, opening the bus doors and climbing out stiffly, his uniform clinging uncomfortably from sitting for so many hours. He stood, arms crossed, waiting for the guy to get off the bus, so he could lock up and go home.
The guy stepped out, mussing his hair even more as he ran his hands through it and over his face. “Couldn’t you just run around once more?” He didn’t sound all that hopeful. “It’s your job after all.”
“I’m off duty as of now. Not my problem.”
“Please.”
“No.”
“Damnit.”
The guy did a fabulous puppy dog pout, before he began to walk away and Rodney couldn’t say if it was that, or just the way the guys ass looked so incredible in his tight jeans, black shirt riding up to reveal a patch of too pale skin as he began to walk away, that made Rodney call out to him.
“Where do you live? Maybe I can give you a ride.”
The guy turned around, flashing an impish grin as if Rodney had just proven some private hypothesis. “You know the apartment block on the corner of Old Dex Street and Emmagan Road?”
Rodney rolled his eyes. “Complete dump, practically falling down, no balconies and full of students and low-income losers.”
“Yeah that’s the one, alright.” The guy flashed that grin again, limbs loose and unconcerned, tired eyes tracking Rodney slyly without even moving his head. Rodney got the impression this one wasn’t as clueless as he was making out.
“Rodney McKay.” Rodney offered his hand, pleased to find the guy had a strong hand shake.
“John Sheppard.”
“Come on then.” Rodney nodded his head toward the car park and began to walk without looking to see if the guy followed. He opened up the brown bomb he loosely referred to as a car and more often referred to as ‘that pile of junk on wheels’ and reached over to open the passenger door for Sheppard.
“So which one are you?”
“Huh?”
“Student or low income earner?” The car engine finally turned over with a cough and a belch of smoke polluting the already too humid night air.
“I’m a post graduate student at Caltech.” That definitely caught Rodney’s interest.
Looking over, John had made himself comfortable, legs splayed almost obscenely as he rested one foot on the dash board, his knee against the window in a casual display of flexibility. Rodney swallowed hard, managing to look away with some effort and guide the car out of the parking lot and onto the road.
“What’s your major?”
Sheppard raised his eyebrows, but answered anyway, even preempting the next question. “Math. My project looks at ways of tracking the genetic variability of biological populations. Not ideal, but its good math and it got me government funding.”
Rodney grimaced. “Soft sciences. I never understood the soft sciences.”
“The mathematics is pretty fascinating, actually. There are so many variables to take into account. You know a bit about math?”
“Didn’t always drive a bus, you know.” Rodney smirked, taking the opportunity to look Sheppard up and down, before turning the car onto Old Dex Street.
“You can drop me off anywhere here…” John started, but stopped as Rodney just drove right on into the residential car park and parked in a numbered slot.
“Low income looser,” he explained.
It was John’s turn to look amused as he deftly unfolded from the passenger seat and reached over into the back seat for his backpack, thus giving Rodney another great view of just how tight-fitting his jeans were.
“Want to come up? I’ve got beer and I was going to order pizza. I’m happy to share, you know, fair payment for the ride and all.”
Rodney found he had to swallow hard, before he could talk again. “Yeah, pizza sounds good. No pineapple though. I’m allergic.”
“Come on then.” Sheppard nodded his head toward the building entrance, marching off without looking to see if Rodney followed, unconsciously copying Rodney’s earlier gesture.
Rodney quickly locked the car and hurried to follow.
OoooO
Twenty minutes later they were comfortably installed on the couch in Sheppard’s sparse apartment, watching the football in a distracted sort of way, beer bottles in hand. Two empty beer bottles already rested on the box that seemed to serve as a makeshift coffee table.
Sheppard had explained the basis of his doctoral project at Caltech and Rodney was happily mocking the pit falls of Sheppard’s theory of how mathematics can predict genetic transfer and trends in population genetics. Sheppard listened, grinning good-naturedly the whole time, refuting Rodney’s theories when he thought it was necessary, but apparently taking in every word. Suddenly he stood up in one fluid motion.
“Excuse me a moment. Would you get the pizza when it comes?” He didn’t wait for an answer, just took off into the other room.
“Typical, leave me to pay for the pizza. If you can’t take a little constructive criticism, you’ll never get anywhere in life,” Rodney yelled after him, but he wasn’t really fussed. The beer was taking effect and he was starting to feel happily mellow. He deliberately leaned out from the couch just enough to track Sheppard’s fine ass as he disappeared into the other room.
When the pizza guy called, Rodney buzzed him up and paid, taking the box across to the kitchen bench and opening it up. He made a little satisfied noise as he picked up the biggest slice and took a bite.
“Good?” Sheppard’s voice was close, right next to his ear close, and Rodney jumped.
“Are you trying to give me a heart attack? Warn a guy. Geez!”
Sheppard laughed, low and deep, his mouth still so close to Rodney’s ear puffed warm breath against his face and Rodney shivered as Sheppard reached past him and snagged a piece for himself.
“I want to show you something.” Sheppard pulled Rodney, still munching happily on pizza, into the bedroom. “There.” Sheppard pointed at a tank, inside of which were a bunch of spiders.
Rodney jumped back with a startled expression. “What the hell?”
“They prove my theory. The geneticist I’ve been working with has helped me track markers in the spider’s genome, so far the population trends in the spider population are tracking just as my model predicts. I got the final results tonight.”
“Uh huh!” Rodney began to back away from the crazy person.
“What’s wrong, McKay? Don’t you want to help me celebrate?”
“You’re crazy you know? Spiders. Yuck!”
“It’ll be fun though.” Sheppard slid into Rodney’s personal space and Rodney found himself face to face with a very handsome guy who was apparently offering a good night in and he found he could live with the spiders.
“Let’s just move back into the other room. Couch?”
Sheppard smirked, but led Rodney back to the other room. Yeah this could work.
OoooO
Later still, When Rodney was curled up against John on the couch, naked and spent and ready to drift off into a deep and well-deserved sleep, he suddenly remembered something.
“Hey, John?”
“Yeah?”
“Why did you run off like that earlier?”
“Oh, I thought I saw one of the spiders run under the couch and I went to check the lid on the tank.”
“What?”
“Comes loose sometimes.”
“What?”
Sheppard snickered as the door swung shut behind the retreating figure of one Rodney McKay. He’d be back.