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suki_blueTitle: A Day Like Any Other
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Pairing: Rodney/John
Rating: R for mentions of sexual situations. Nothing Graphic.
Word Count: 2,117
Summary: Set sometime after S2. It's Rodney's birthday and the team are visiting a planet full of bugs. Nice.
Genre: Comedy, Fluff, Established Relationship
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kitty_poker1 who is the best kitty in whole world. Thank you for being so patient with me over this.
This ficlet has been written fortrekgirl55 as a thanks for her wonderful friendship. She gave me a prompt about a million years ago and after weeks of banging my head on the table my muse gave me this.
It’s hot and sticky on MX5-896 and Rodney really wishes he hadn’t brought the second laptop. The bulky pack hanging from his shoulders feels like there is an anvil inside and Rodney seriously starts wondering why he brought all this equipment when all he’s going to do is waste his precious time wandering around in a circle, searching for a civilisation that no longer exists when he could be back in his lab reconfiguring much needed power and saving Atlantis from the bumbling ministrations of his lesser scientists.
From in front, John turns around and checks on his team. “Let’s take a break,” he calls, and Rodney groans quietly to himself. Rodney’s feet feel like blocks of concrete and his knees are working on momentum only, so if he stops now, he’s not going to get moving again without a helpful push or a Rodney-McKay-sized catapult.
Teyla and Ronon looked relieved and together they head for the nearest shade, a tree maybe thirty feet high with low hanging branches and leaves the size of Rodney’s chest. He looks suspiciously at it and doesn’t move out of the sizzling sun. John’s looking at it suspiciously, too.
Then they look at each other.
“Could be bugs,” John says.
Rodney nods and is more than vocal in insisting that he certainly does not want to sit anywhere an insect of sizable proportions could launch an unseen aerial attack. John nods back his agreement and together they make their way to a handy rock. It’s tall and thin and completely flat on top, like a miniature version of Devils Tower, and the shadow it’s casting over the browning grass looks delightful.
Although they have yet to track down MX5-896’s human population, the planet so far has revealed an abundance of insects, the worst of which were the twelve inch scuttling beetles with eyes on stalks, squishy black exoskeletons and kneecaps. Rodney screamed like a little girl, Ronan blew holes the size of dustbin lids in the grassland, John’s hair went spontaneously flat and Teyla was prompted to say, “I find these creatures most…alarming, Colonel.”
No one wants to bump into those critters again.
Rodney and John check the ground and squint up at the rock. Satisfied they are in no danger of immediate infestation, they sit down on the grass. It is not as cool as Rodney had hoped and the rock is too hot to lean against, so he takes off his pack with John’s much needed help and they both sit cross-legged on the ground.
John pulls two power bars from his vest and offers one to Rodney. He’s got an apologetic look on his face so when Rodney takes the bar he asks, “What?”
“I didn’t know,” John says, “that it was your birthday.”
Rodney is surprised by this. “Oh.” Birthdays are all well and good for other people, but they have never been something that Rodney has indulged in. They are a luxury and nobody ever knows you well enough to get you a present that you would actually like.
“Who told you?”
“Elizabeth,” John says. He takes another bite from the power bar and speaks with his mouth full. “On the way out. If I’d known earlier I wouldn’t have brought us out here. Lorne owes me; he’d have switched missions.”
“And what would we have ended up with instead, Colonel?”
Even with his sunglasses on John has to squint when he looks at Rodney, and Rodney can feel sweat trickling down the back of his neck. Johns shrugs and grins. “Probably an ice planet.”
“Or a lava planet,” Rodney says.
“Or a planet filled with hot women, just your luck,” Ronon calls. It isn’t said nastily but Rodney still tries not to look too smug at Teyla’s admonishing “Ronon!”
“It’s fine,” Rodney says to John, flapping his hand and the power bar in the air. Something buzzes around the rock and Rodney quickly brings his hand to his chest, cupping the power bar protectively with his other hand. The buzzing thing buzzes off and Rodney relaxes and says, “I don’t celebrate my birthday, anyway.”
“Yeah, I heard.” John looks thoughtful and he doesn’t say anything else because their personal space is suddenly invaded by the biggest creepy crawly Rodney has ever seen in his life.
Rodney shepherds them both away from it -- because John has got his Rambo face on and Rodney’s scared of using up all the ammo -- and rest time is declared over.
He has to rescue his own pack from the shade of the rock because no one else will due to the three foot trillipede now resting on top of it. Rodney swallows down his freak-out when he bats it off with one of Teyla’s fighting sticks, but he still squeals like a distressed piglet when it clings and wraps itself around the piece of wood until it looks like a prehistoric lollipop.
“Rodney, drop the cling-on and step away.” John’s got his P-90 aimed and Rodney can see his trigger-finger twitching.
The creature is horrifically disgusting, Rodney thinks, but it doesn’t look particularly dangerous; no obvious fangs, claws, poison spikes or venom-spitting ventricles.
Maybe it’s because it’s his birthday or maybe it’s because he’s been walking in the sun for too long, but Rodney looks down at the Bugsicle and feels something akin to sympathy for it. He simply can’t let John blow the hell out of it.
It’s time for Doctor Rodney McKay to take centre stage and do whatever needs to be done to save Teyla’s fighting stick.
He pulls back his arm and, with one tumultuous flick, he dislodges the bug and lobs it a good twenty feet, where John kills it with about a clip too many bullets.
“There was no need to hurt it,” Teyla dares to point out when Rodney hands her the stick, and his big, pleased smile rapidly drains away. He points out that it was Sheppard who did the killing, but Teyla isn’t moved. Her eyebrow raises and she glares at both of them. Her stare is like a deadly weapon and Rodney stomps away before it makes him shrivel.
Rodney is still annoyed twenty minutes later and when John falls back to walk beside him and Ronon takes point, John nudges him with his elbow and looks embarrassed.
“What is it?” Rodney mutters. He’s concentrating on the life signs detector; it’s blipping all over the place and not because of any human life.
“That’s unsettling.” John tips his head at the device and Rodney nods in agreement.
“Very. I’ll be glad when we get off this death trap of a planet.”
“Sorry,” John says, “about your pack. I probably should have…” John hesitates and Rodney thinks he’s probably blushing, but it’s hard to tell because Rodney does John the professional courtesy of not looking at him.
“Yes, well, no one exactly put you in charge of Insect Elimination, so consider yourself off the hook. Besides, it was just what I wanted for my birthday: abject terror on a stick. And you did shoot it; that was amusing. I must give you double points for the total overuse of force. How very military of you.” He does look at John then, because he wants to show John that he’s not actually all that bothered with a simple semi-annoyed expression that he saves just for him.
For Rodney, the insects are bothersome and scary and on a good day he would scream, run and then forget about it five minutes later. For John, Rodney is pretty sure the fear goes much deeper, which is fair enough when you consider John’s brush with bugdom in their first two years in Atlantis.
“It’s fine, Colonel. Really.”
Rodney gives him his patented you can shut up now look and John smiles happily, showing off his teeth and proving once again why he is considered the eye candy of the city. Rodney feels a little bitter about this and why shouldn’t he? He has an ass just as nice as John’s, but did anyone ever bother to stare at it?
“Besides,” Rodney says airily, and he’s pleased to note that John has stiffened and looks a little wary, rightly so, “I’ve long thought I would be the one getting the spiders out of the bath while we’re growing old and infirm together. You can mow the lawn.”
John stops. So does Rodney, and he swallows and tries to think if it’s even possible to back-pedal out of a statement like that. He’s not sure why he’d been compelled to say such a thing and Rodney considers that it might be all the fault of his pesky subconscious needing reassurance or confirmation that John was in this for the long haul.
They look at each other and John smiles. “You’ve got yourself a deal.”
It feels suspiciously like a Hallmark moment and Rodney has to hold onto a big bubble of probably-heat-induced hysteria before it bursts from his lungs. He pushes it back down and regards John with a level expression. “I can’t help thinking about things sometimes,” he says in a matter-of-fact tone, his nose pointing further up with every syllable. “If by some miracle we survive the Wraith and everything else the Pegasus Galaxy has to throw at us, I wonder what…well, you and me…”
John nods slowly and he’s still smiling. “Yeah, I think about that, too.”
Rodney’s starting to feel uncomfortable now. He’s hot, sweaty, he’s trodden in something sticky and he and John are spontaneously discussing feelings. Not good.
But luckily, before either of them can embarrass themselves further, a large arachnid crawls onto Teyla’s foot and she embarrasses herself enough for everyone. No amount of leg flailing seems to remove it and John and Ronon are standing back with their guns aimed and ready. Rodney isn’t sure how blowing Teyla’s foot off is going to help her situation so he does the only thing he can think of: he stamps down hard on her foot and the spider.
Problem solved and, thoroughly fed up with MX5-896, they make their way back to the gate and drag themselves through it. Teyla is limping, but she has a relieved look on her face and when they reach the gate room she presses her forehead to Rodney’s, thanks him, wishes him a happy birthday and kisses his cheek. Rodney is touched and he knows it shows on his face, damn it.
“Later,” Ronon says, and Rodney’s pretty damn sure it isn’t just Teyla’s toes he’s trodden on. Rodney keeps his distance even though he’s sure Ronon’s more pissed at himself than at him.
“We should do something to celebrate your birthday,” John says when they are in the armoury, checking their guns and removing their vests and holsters.
“Really, it’s not necessary.” They’re alone but they keep their voices low nonetheless. It’s sexy and Rodney loves it when they whisper, so close that he can feel John’s breath against his face, the brush of John’s leg against his and John’s fingertips on his arm, just lightly tracing, a different pattern every time.
“I wasn’t thinking anything fancy,” John says. He checks behind him and concentrates until Rodney hears a distinct click which means he’s locked the door. When John turns back, his expression is serious and casual; it’s a look that only John Sheppard can pull off. He closes the very small distance between them and brushes their lips together. “I was thinking more along the lines of a birthday shower, maybe a birthday orgasm if you’re in the mood.”
Rodney’s always in the mood. And this time he’s hot and he’s been sweating his ass off for the past five and a half hours. A shower, birthday or otherwise, sounds like absolute paradise. And a shower with John? No words can adequately convey the beauty of such a thing.
“Then maybe I could pick up dinner from the mess later and hand-deliver it your quarters. We could watch a couple of movies, get all comfortable…”
Actually, it more or less sounds like an average Saturday night, or at least an average Saturday night since Antarctica.
“Like I said,” John continues, because Rodney is gripping John’s hips and John is nuzzling Rodney’s neck just the way he likes it and Rodney has lost the ability to speak, albeit temporarily, thank goodness, “nothing fancy, a night like any other, but maybe with a few…extras? What’s the harm in that?”
Rodney closes his eyes and sighs as John places wet birthday kisses up and down his neck. “Birthday blowjobs,” Rodney says wistfully.
John chuckles and says, “I’ll take that as a yes.”
The End
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Pairing: Rodney/John
Rating: R for mentions of sexual situations. Nothing Graphic.
Word Count: 2,117
Summary: Set sometime after S2. It's Rodney's birthday and the team are visiting a planet full of bugs. Nice.
Genre: Comedy, Fluff, Established Relationship
Beta'd (twice) by
kitty_poker1 who is the best kitty in whole world. Thank you for being so patient with me over this.This ficlet has been written for
trekgirl55 as a thanks for her wonderful friendship. She gave me a prompt about a million years ago and after weeks of banging my head on the table my muse gave me this.It’s hot and sticky on MX5-896 and Rodney really wishes he hadn’t brought the second laptop. The bulky pack hanging from his shoulders feels like there is an anvil inside and Rodney seriously starts wondering why he brought all this equipment when all he’s going to do is waste his precious time wandering around in a circle, searching for a civilisation that no longer exists when he could be back in his lab reconfiguring much needed power and saving Atlantis from the bumbling ministrations of his lesser scientists.
From in front, John turns around and checks on his team. “Let’s take a break,” he calls, and Rodney groans quietly to himself. Rodney’s feet feel like blocks of concrete and his knees are working on momentum only, so if he stops now, he’s not going to get moving again without a helpful push or a Rodney-McKay-sized catapult.
Teyla and Ronon looked relieved and together they head for the nearest shade, a tree maybe thirty feet high with low hanging branches and leaves the size of Rodney’s chest. He looks suspiciously at it and doesn’t move out of the sizzling sun. John’s looking at it suspiciously, too.
Then they look at each other.
“Could be bugs,” John says.
Rodney nods and is more than vocal in insisting that he certainly does not want to sit anywhere an insect of sizable proportions could launch an unseen aerial attack. John nods back his agreement and together they make their way to a handy rock. It’s tall and thin and completely flat on top, like a miniature version of Devils Tower, and the shadow it’s casting over the browning grass looks delightful.
Although they have yet to track down MX5-896’s human population, the planet so far has revealed an abundance of insects, the worst of which were the twelve inch scuttling beetles with eyes on stalks, squishy black exoskeletons and kneecaps. Rodney screamed like a little girl, Ronan blew holes the size of dustbin lids in the grassland, John’s hair went spontaneously flat and Teyla was prompted to say, “I find these creatures most…alarming, Colonel.”
No one wants to bump into those critters again.
Rodney and John check the ground and squint up at the rock. Satisfied they are in no danger of immediate infestation, they sit down on the grass. It is not as cool as Rodney had hoped and the rock is too hot to lean against, so he takes off his pack with John’s much needed help and they both sit cross-legged on the ground.
John pulls two power bars from his vest and offers one to Rodney. He’s got an apologetic look on his face so when Rodney takes the bar he asks, “What?”
“I didn’t know,” John says, “that it was your birthday.”
Rodney is surprised by this. “Oh.” Birthdays are all well and good for other people, but they have never been something that Rodney has indulged in. They are a luxury and nobody ever knows you well enough to get you a present that you would actually like.
“Who told you?”
“Elizabeth,” John says. He takes another bite from the power bar and speaks with his mouth full. “On the way out. If I’d known earlier I wouldn’t have brought us out here. Lorne owes me; he’d have switched missions.”
“And what would we have ended up with instead, Colonel?”
Even with his sunglasses on John has to squint when he looks at Rodney, and Rodney can feel sweat trickling down the back of his neck. Johns shrugs and grins. “Probably an ice planet.”
“Or a lava planet,” Rodney says.
“Or a planet filled with hot women, just your luck,” Ronon calls. It isn’t said nastily but Rodney still tries not to look too smug at Teyla’s admonishing “Ronon!”
“It’s fine,” Rodney says to John, flapping his hand and the power bar in the air. Something buzzes around the rock and Rodney quickly brings his hand to his chest, cupping the power bar protectively with his other hand. The buzzing thing buzzes off and Rodney relaxes and says, “I don’t celebrate my birthday, anyway.”
“Yeah, I heard.” John looks thoughtful and he doesn’t say anything else because their personal space is suddenly invaded by the biggest creepy crawly Rodney has ever seen in his life.
Rodney shepherds them both away from it -- because John has got his Rambo face on and Rodney’s scared of using up all the ammo -- and rest time is declared over.
He has to rescue his own pack from the shade of the rock because no one else will due to the three foot trillipede now resting on top of it. Rodney swallows down his freak-out when he bats it off with one of Teyla’s fighting sticks, but he still squeals like a distressed piglet when it clings and wraps itself around the piece of wood until it looks like a prehistoric lollipop.
“Rodney, drop the cling-on and step away.” John’s got his P-90 aimed and Rodney can see his trigger-finger twitching.
The creature is horrifically disgusting, Rodney thinks, but it doesn’t look particularly dangerous; no obvious fangs, claws, poison spikes or venom-spitting ventricles.
Maybe it’s because it’s his birthday or maybe it’s because he’s been walking in the sun for too long, but Rodney looks down at the Bugsicle and feels something akin to sympathy for it. He simply can’t let John blow the hell out of it.
It’s time for Doctor Rodney McKay to take centre stage and do whatever needs to be done to save Teyla’s fighting stick.
He pulls back his arm and, with one tumultuous flick, he dislodges the bug and lobs it a good twenty feet, where John kills it with about a clip too many bullets.
“There was no need to hurt it,” Teyla dares to point out when Rodney hands her the stick, and his big, pleased smile rapidly drains away. He points out that it was Sheppard who did the killing, but Teyla isn’t moved. Her eyebrow raises and she glares at both of them. Her stare is like a deadly weapon and Rodney stomps away before it makes him shrivel.
Rodney is still annoyed twenty minutes later and when John falls back to walk beside him and Ronon takes point, John nudges him with his elbow and looks embarrassed.
“What is it?” Rodney mutters. He’s concentrating on the life signs detector; it’s blipping all over the place and not because of any human life.
“That’s unsettling.” John tips his head at the device and Rodney nods in agreement.
“Very. I’ll be glad when we get off this death trap of a planet.”
“Sorry,” John says, “about your pack. I probably should have…” John hesitates and Rodney thinks he’s probably blushing, but it’s hard to tell because Rodney does John the professional courtesy of not looking at him.
“Yes, well, no one exactly put you in charge of Insect Elimination, so consider yourself off the hook. Besides, it was just what I wanted for my birthday: abject terror on a stick. And you did shoot it; that was amusing. I must give you double points for the total overuse of force. How very military of you.” He does look at John then, because he wants to show John that he’s not actually all that bothered with a simple semi-annoyed expression that he saves just for him.
For Rodney, the insects are bothersome and scary and on a good day he would scream, run and then forget about it five minutes later. For John, Rodney is pretty sure the fear goes much deeper, which is fair enough when you consider John’s brush with bugdom in their first two years in Atlantis.
“It’s fine, Colonel. Really.”
Rodney gives him his patented you can shut up now look and John smiles happily, showing off his teeth and proving once again why he is considered the eye candy of the city. Rodney feels a little bitter about this and why shouldn’t he? He has an ass just as nice as John’s, but did anyone ever bother to stare at it?
“Besides,” Rodney says airily, and he’s pleased to note that John has stiffened and looks a little wary, rightly so, “I’ve long thought I would be the one getting the spiders out of the bath while we’re growing old and infirm together. You can mow the lawn.”
John stops. So does Rodney, and he swallows and tries to think if it’s even possible to back-pedal out of a statement like that. He’s not sure why he’d been compelled to say such a thing and Rodney considers that it might be all the fault of his pesky subconscious needing reassurance or confirmation that John was in this for the long haul.
They look at each other and John smiles. “You’ve got yourself a deal.”
It feels suspiciously like a Hallmark moment and Rodney has to hold onto a big bubble of probably-heat-induced hysteria before it bursts from his lungs. He pushes it back down and regards John with a level expression. “I can’t help thinking about things sometimes,” he says in a matter-of-fact tone, his nose pointing further up with every syllable. “If by some miracle we survive the Wraith and everything else the Pegasus Galaxy has to throw at us, I wonder what…well, you and me…”
John nods slowly and he’s still smiling. “Yeah, I think about that, too.”
Rodney’s starting to feel uncomfortable now. He’s hot, sweaty, he’s trodden in something sticky and he and John are spontaneously discussing feelings. Not good.
But luckily, before either of them can embarrass themselves further, a large arachnid crawls onto Teyla’s foot and she embarrasses herself enough for everyone. No amount of leg flailing seems to remove it and John and Ronon are standing back with their guns aimed and ready. Rodney isn’t sure how blowing Teyla’s foot off is going to help her situation so he does the only thing he can think of: he stamps down hard on her foot and the spider.
Problem solved and, thoroughly fed up with MX5-896, they make their way back to the gate and drag themselves through it. Teyla is limping, but she has a relieved look on her face and when they reach the gate room she presses her forehead to Rodney’s, thanks him, wishes him a happy birthday and kisses his cheek. Rodney is touched and he knows it shows on his face, damn it.
“Later,” Ronon says, and Rodney’s pretty damn sure it isn’t just Teyla’s toes he’s trodden on. Rodney keeps his distance even though he’s sure Ronon’s more pissed at himself than at him.
“We should do something to celebrate your birthday,” John says when they are in the armoury, checking their guns and removing their vests and holsters.
“Really, it’s not necessary.” They’re alone but they keep their voices low nonetheless. It’s sexy and Rodney loves it when they whisper, so close that he can feel John’s breath against his face, the brush of John’s leg against his and John’s fingertips on his arm, just lightly tracing, a different pattern every time.
“I wasn’t thinking anything fancy,” John says. He checks behind him and concentrates until Rodney hears a distinct click which means he’s locked the door. When John turns back, his expression is serious and casual; it’s a look that only John Sheppard can pull off. He closes the very small distance between them and brushes their lips together. “I was thinking more along the lines of a birthday shower, maybe a birthday orgasm if you’re in the mood.”
Rodney’s always in the mood. And this time he’s hot and he’s been sweating his ass off for the past five and a half hours. A shower, birthday or otherwise, sounds like absolute paradise. And a shower with John? No words can adequately convey the beauty of such a thing.
“Then maybe I could pick up dinner from the mess later and hand-deliver it your quarters. We could watch a couple of movies, get all comfortable…”
Actually, it more or less sounds like an average Saturday night, or at least an average Saturday night since Antarctica.
“Like I said,” John continues, because Rodney is gripping John’s hips and John is nuzzling Rodney’s neck just the way he likes it and Rodney has lost the ability to speak, albeit temporarily, thank goodness, “nothing fancy, a night like any other, but maybe with a few…extras? What’s the harm in that?”
Rodney closes his eyes and sighs as John places wet birthday kisses up and down his neck. “Birthday blowjobs,” Rodney says wistfully.
John chuckles and says, “I’ll take that as a yes.”
The End
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Date: 2007-04-12 09:48 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-04-13 06:56 pm (UTC)They'll make such a cute old couple :oD
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Date: 2007-04-12 09:53 pm (UTC)This was lovely. The pace of the fic worked perfectly. So sweet. Nice!
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Date: 2007-04-13 06:57 pm (UTC)LOL! Yeah! Must be the Hive Mind at work again.
Thank you very much!
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Date: 2007-04-12 10:10 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-04-13 07:01 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-04-12 10:12 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-04-13 07:02 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-04-12 10:32 pm (UTC)Nice love! Great work!
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Date: 2007-04-13 07:03 pm (UTC)Gotta love feelings and talking and blowjobs, huh? It almost makes the bugs worthwhile :oD
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Date: 2007-04-12 10:32 pm (UTC)Oye, that was great!
I loved all the bug fear everyone had. Even if Ronon didn't scream, he did shoot it. Very funny and sweet.
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Date: 2007-04-13 07:05 pm (UTC)Those were some scary bugs. ~shudders~
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Date: 2007-04-12 10:53 pm (UTC)That's got to be the worst mission ever. Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew!
But birthday kisses and snuggles made it all happy.
And Rodney tlaking about him being the one to get the spiders out of the bath while John mows the lawn was wodnerful. I really liked that:)
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Date: 2007-04-13 07:06 pm (UTC)I don't think I could have stood that planet. I would have marched back through the stargate pretty damn quick! Ew, indeed!
I love the thought of the two of them growing old together. It's their destiny.
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Date: 2007-04-12 11:26 pm (UTC)Smoopy as heck, and I love it.
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Date: 2007-04-13 07:07 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2007-04-13 07:08 pm (UTC)Hee! I think I would have died on the spot if it was my foot. I'd happy blown my own leg off without a second thought. Eeek!
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Date: 2007-04-13 12:18 am (UTC)Oh, Rodney. :D
I can see them growing old together so very clearly, and I love that you have Rodney seeing it too. And John, after the first initial momentary panic. *g*
And Rodney stepping on Ronon's toes by stepping on Teyla's made me laugh. Love it!
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Date: 2007-04-13 07:11 pm (UTC)Hee! Poor Rodney. Well, it was better than blowing off her whole leg. :oD
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Date: 2007-04-13 02:05 am (UTC)See? John knows exactly what birthday present Rodney would like! If that ain't love...
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Date: 2007-04-13 07:11 pm (UTC)Exactly! True love in its purest form. ~happy sigh~
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Date: 2007-04-13 02:06 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-04-13 07:12 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-04-13 03:06 am (UTC)I love the John and Rodney bug show!
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Date: 2007-04-13 07:12 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-04-13 03:56 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-04-13 07:13 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2007-04-13 04:47 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-04-13 07:13 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-04-13 11:31 am (UTC)This part is priceless: "Rodney gives him his patented you can shut up now look and John smiles happily, showing off his teeth and proving once again why he is considered the eye candy of the city."
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Date: 2007-04-13 07:14 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-04-13 12:25 pm (UTC)Rodney screamed like a little girl, Ronan blew holes the size of dustbin lids in the grassland, John’s hair went spontaneously flat and Teyla was prompted to say, “I find these creatures most…alarming, Colonel.”
Perfect.
And aaw bless...Rodney thinks no one looks at his ass...if only he knew...!!
Wonderful as always.
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Date: 2007-04-13 07:15 pm (UTC)If only he knew indeed! Oh the fantasies I've had about that arse...
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Date: 2007-04-13 01:07 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-04-13 07:16 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-04-13 09:55 pm (UTC)ick. giant spiders....tho i find millipedes cool and kinda cute 0.o?
luv the image of teyla "i'm so cool and calm" freaking out and it being rodney who actually does the sensible thing and doesn't aim at her foot with a gun! lol
awwww. its like john was just waiting for the reassurance from rodney without knowing that that was what rodney was waiting for!
can it be my bday yet? ;D
aza
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Date: 2007-04-18 09:42 am (UTC)Cute millipedes? Eeek!~shudders~
uv the image of teyla "i'm so cool and calm" freaking out and it being rodney who actually does the sensible thing and doesn't aim at her foot with a gun! lol
Hee! Well, Rodney is the genius with the lovely backside. Yum.
awwww. its like john was just waiting for the reassurance from rodney without knowing that that was what rodney was waiting for!
I think that's right. He was definitely waiting, bless him.
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Date: 2007-04-13 09:58 pm (UTC)I've got a big grin on my face:D That was so cute! I love it how Rodney's got them growing old together before they've even *gotten* together.
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Date: 2007-04-18 09:44 am (UTC)I think Rodney's the sort to plan ahead. He knows that he and John are meant to be together forever because he's a genius.
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Date: 2007-04-14 12:53 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-04-18 09:45 am (UTC)Thanks! :oD
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Date: 2007-04-14 04:07 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-04-18 09:45 am (UTC)Can I use this quote for an icon, well after I shorten it of course?
Sure! Go right ahead! :o)
Sweet :)
Date: 2007-04-14 11:34 am (UTC)Re: Sweet :)
Date: 2007-04-18 09:46 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-04-16 01:20 am (UTC)There are a ton of lines in this that made me giggle, but these are two of my faves. heheh
Sorry I am just now getting a chance to read it. RL has been crazy. You don't know how much this cheered me up, luv. Thank you ever so much!
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Date: 2007-04-18 09:50 am (UTC)Sorry I am just now getting a chance to read it. RL has been crazy. You don't know how much this cheered me up, luv. Thank you ever so much!
You are very welcome! Sorry it took so long! It went through several re-writes and I'm afraid I had to curse it a few times, too. Hee! I got there in the end though! Glad it cheered you up ~hugs tight~