Consider this some oil
girly_curl_3 is having a birthday and in that shy and retiring way that she has about her she asked for fics and such. So, two,teeny,tiny ficlets.
The first is McKay/Sheppard. The 2nd is not, it was inspired indirectly by
mousewrites fantastic vid, Code Monkey. Go at once and check it out. And also directly by Jonathon Coulton's song Code Monkey (Check this out at once too)in which he uses a very curious lyric for someone who is a native speaker of English. So I gave it someone who is not.
Thinking In French
McKay made him think in French. Savoir Faire. He just seemed so capable. He had the know how and the can do, in spades.
Rodney made him think in French. Je ne sais quoi. There was that certain indefinable…something, about Rodney that pulled people to him, made them like him against their own better judgement.
McKay made him think in French. Je ne sais quoi. He had ways of looking at things and seeing them as no one else could and saving their collective butts time after time.
Rodney made him think in French. Savoir Faire. Oh yeah he had the know-how and skill to fuck and suck like an angel.
Big Warm Fuzzy Secret Heart.
He was a strange man, Radek thought. On the outside he seemed so abrasive, charmless even. And yet Radek knew he cared deeply about people. He also cared what people thought of him but unlike most people, who transferred this feeling into needing to be liked, Rodney needed to be admired for his intellect. So with him there was no bullshit, no sucking up. He would not be sweet and kind to your face and then nasty behind your back. If he had a problem with you, for any reason, you knew about it, loudly and in Technicolor. Yes, all in all a very interesting man. He had a kindness inside him though it almost seemed like Rodney was embarrassed about it, as if it was some guilty secret that he needed to keep hidden. Radek wondered what had caused Rodney to be this way. If events in his past had conspired to make him so. Sometimes it angered Radek, he wanted to shout at the man for being like this and not letting others know the real him. Sometimes he got mad at people for not being able to see past the bluster to the soul of the man. A good man. His man, he thought as he snuggled closer to him. “Big, warm, fuzzy, secret heart,” he murmured into his ear. Rodney shifted in his slumber “trying to sleep here,” he muttered irritably but at the same time pulling Radek tighter against him. Radek smiled against the skin of Rodney's shoulder. Yes, his man was a good man.