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Title: SGA Saturday Anniversary Amnesty Drabbles Prompts 6-10
Author: danceswithgary
Pairing: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard
Rating: G to R
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 5x100
Summary: A set of unrelated drabbles created based on the weekly prompts for SGA Saturday.
For week #6: Pariah
Deep Coventry
Exiled yet again, because that's how the SGC handles geniuses who don't fit inside its narrow-minded boxes of behavior, Rodney paces along a catwalk overlooking his latest set of incompetent minions. Icing over, frozen by his isolation, he stabs his cell phone's buttons in search of warmth he can't find in the desert so many stories above.
"Hey, buddy."
"I swear zombies would starve in this place."
"Nice. I'm about to leave for the airport. Need something?"
"I'm pretty sure you'll be bringing it with you."
John's low chuckle begins a thaw.
"I'll be there in a couple of hours."
For week #7: Launch
From Below
"I christen thee, The Lady Meredith." John sprinkled a few drops of his beer on the bow of the four-foot-long schooner bobbing in the gentler waves off the mainland point before pushing a button to send the boat gliding forward.
Rodney rolled his eyes. "Nice way to say thank you for the very cool remote-control boat I built you."
"It's considered an honor." John tugged Rodney close to demonstrate how grateful he was. Lifting his head a minute later, John checked the schooner's position. "She's beaut… fuck! That thing just ate my boat!"
"You are never surfing out here again."
For week #8: Rare
Precious Commodity
"Do you know how many gate destinations are in this galaxy and yet five was all Janus gave the other Elizabeth for ZPM's?" Rodney's hands waved erratically as he stomped around his room, and John retreated to the bed to keep out of the way. "They had the technology to make them, but I can't find it in what we've laughably labeled a database." He plopped on the bed with a discouraged sigh. "They had them and lost. We're never going to win against the Wraith."
"You're wrong." John pinned Rodney, kissing quiet his protests. "The Ancients didn't have you."
For week #9: Bow
Pointed Lesson
"I'll run, Ronon can take the wrestling, and Teyla is a shoe-in for the bantos competition."
John clapped his hands to signal the end of the assignments and that they were ready to go, but then Rodney interjected with a tentative, "The more points we accumulate the better. I can try the archery. It's been a while but…."
"Not something I'd figure you for." John tipped his head quizzically. "It's a sport."
"I had to take something, and it wasn't going to be with the jocks." Rodney shrugged and then grinned. "Besides, all the girls signed up for it too."
For week #10: Spartan
Simple Pleasures
"Hey, are these…?" Rodney plucked a bright-red apple from a bowl and held it up for Jeannie, who nodded.
John grabbed one for closer inspection. "You telling me you don't recognize an apple, buddy?"
"They're Spartans, Canadian apples," Rodney informed him with a grin before raising the apple high and shouting, "Sparta!"
Jeannie snatched back both apples with a sigh. "And they're for pie. Now go amuse Madison while I bake."
Later that night, Jeannie tiptoed downstairs to spy on her brother and his boyfriend as they decimated the leftover pie, their forks held high, whisper-shouting with each bite, "Sparta!"
Standard Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters herein. The characters of Rodney McKay and John Sheppard as well as any supporting characters are the property of their creators and MGM Television/Sony Pictures Television/Associated Production Companies. Any deviation (or deviant behavior) from the originals, however, is mine.
Feedback is both welcome and appreciated.
Author: danceswithgary
Pairing: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard
Rating: G to R
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 5x100
Summary: A set of unrelated drabbles created based on the weekly prompts for SGA Saturday.
For week #6: Pariah
Deep Coventry
Exiled yet again, because that's how the SGC handles geniuses who don't fit inside its narrow-minded boxes of behavior, Rodney paces along a catwalk overlooking his latest set of incompetent minions. Icing over, frozen by his isolation, he stabs his cell phone's buttons in search of warmth he can't find in the desert so many stories above.
"Hey, buddy."
"I swear zombies would starve in this place."
"Nice. I'm about to leave for the airport. Need something?"
"I'm pretty sure you'll be bringing it with you."
John's low chuckle begins a thaw.
"I'll be there in a couple of hours."
For week #7: Launch
From Below
"I christen thee, The Lady Meredith." John sprinkled a few drops of his beer on the bow of the four-foot-long schooner bobbing in the gentler waves off the mainland point before pushing a button to send the boat gliding forward.
Rodney rolled his eyes. "Nice way to say thank you for the very cool remote-control boat I built you."
"It's considered an honor." John tugged Rodney close to demonstrate how grateful he was. Lifting his head a minute later, John checked the schooner's position. "She's beaut… fuck! That thing just ate my boat!"
"You are never surfing out here again."
For week #8: Rare
Precious Commodity
"Do you know how many gate destinations are in this galaxy and yet five was all Janus gave the other Elizabeth for ZPM's?" Rodney's hands waved erratically as he stomped around his room, and John retreated to the bed to keep out of the way. "They had the technology to make them, but I can't find it in what we've laughably labeled a database." He plopped on the bed with a discouraged sigh. "They had them and lost. We're never going to win against the Wraith."
"You're wrong." John pinned Rodney, kissing quiet his protests. "The Ancients didn't have you."
For week #9: Bow
Pointed Lesson
"I'll run, Ronon can take the wrestling, and Teyla is a shoe-in for the bantos competition."
John clapped his hands to signal the end of the assignments and that they were ready to go, but then Rodney interjected with a tentative, "The more points we accumulate the better. I can try the archery. It's been a while but…."
"Not something I'd figure you for." John tipped his head quizzically. "It's a sport."
"I had to take something, and it wasn't going to be with the jocks." Rodney shrugged and then grinned. "Besides, all the girls signed up for it too."
For week #10: Spartan
Simple Pleasures
"Hey, are these…?" Rodney plucked a bright-red apple from a bowl and held it up for Jeannie, who nodded.
John grabbed one for closer inspection. "You telling me you don't recognize an apple, buddy?"
"They're Spartans, Canadian apples," Rodney informed him with a grin before raising the apple high and shouting, "Sparta!"
Jeannie snatched back both apples with a sigh. "And they're for pie. Now go amuse Madison while I bake."
Later that night, Jeannie tiptoed downstairs to spy on her brother and his boyfriend as they decimated the leftover pie, their forks held high, whisper-shouting with each bite, "Sparta!"
Standard Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters herein. The characters of Rodney McKay and John Sheppard as well as any supporting characters are the property of their creators and MGM Television/Sony Pictures Television/Associated Production Companies. Any deviation (or deviant behavior) from the originals, however, is mine.
Feedback is both welcome and appreciated.
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Date: 2012-05-26 12:19 am (UTC)The last one made me smile fondly. Boys!
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Date: 2012-05-27 05:57 pm (UTC)I had to laugh when that thing ate John's boat. *grins*
Thank you! =)
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