SGA Saturday

Title: Birthday Breakfast
Author: Spikespet spikespet7
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: McShep
Rating: John/Rodney
Genre: Friendship
Word Count: 7,139 7,139

Summary: John makes Rodney breakfast


Notes: SGA Saturday: Breakfast

Birthday Breakfast on AO3


THE BREAKFAST

John came back to his room with a smile on his face. He carried the bowl of batter in one hand and the bag with the real butter, and pure Canadian maple syrup in the other. So far, he’s on schedule to have the breakfast he had planned ready in time to surprise McKay.

It was Rodney’s birthday today, and he was going to make it special. John surveyed the room, making sure everything was in its place. The little table and chairs were in place, with the plates and silverware arranged just right. The white grape juice was on ice along with the champagne.

John went over and laid his supplies on the bed. He noticed that the hot plate was on and ready. He picked up the bowl with the batter and went over to start making pancakes. Pancakes, just regular old pancakes, was Rodney’s favorite breakfast food. John looked at his watch, and smiled that he was still on time.

Rodney made sure to tell him, many times, that breakfast was the most important meal of his day. That it could set how his day would go, and anytime he missed his breakfast his sugar had a tendency to drop more frequently. Just as John finished his first couple of pancakes the doorbell rang.

“On time,” John muttered as he looked at his watch as he went to answer his door.

The cook handed him a plate full of bacon. “Here you are Colonel Sheppard, just as you ordered.”

John grinned and said, “thank you Sargent Rogers”, before stepping back and letting the door close.

The one breakfast item that could be served everyday that he and McKay agreed on was bacon. No breakfast was complete if bacon was not included. It had to be good old fried American bacon, none of the Canadian style. Canadian Bacon made him think of McDonald’s, and that was not always a good thing.

He sat the bacon in the middle next to the stack of pancakes. He then flipped the last ones on the griddle. John knew he only had a few more minutes to get everything finished. He looked around, and patted himself on the back. He learned over the years how to cook everything from eggs to steaks on his hotplate. It was great that they managed to get them to work here on Atlantis.

John turned off the hotplate and added the last of the hotcakes to the stack. He looked at his watch and turned toward the door. “1, 2, 3, 4.”

The door swished open and in came Rodney. The man was walking, reading, and using his finger to punch something out on his work tablet. John was amazed how McKay never ran into anything when he was so engrossed in his work and walking at the same time. Something about a blonde joke came to mind.

Sheppard waited for Rodney’s sense of smell to kick in, “I, 2, 3, 4.”

“Do I smell bacon?” Rodney stooped in his tracks, “I smell bacon and griddle cakes.”

“Yep.” John replied, chuckling to himself that McKay and showed his Canadian side by calling them griddle cakes.

“Did you cook all of this?” Rodney asked with his crooked grin.

“Everything but the bacon.”

“I recognize Rodgers handiwork, he has a way with crispy bacon.” Rodney said as he put down his tablet and moved toward the table.

“He is the master of bacon, for sure.” John agreed.

“Is this real maple syrup?’

“Yep, and real butter too.”

“What’s the special occasion?” Rodney asked, and John could see the man trying to figure it out.

“Happy Birthday.”

“Really, I thought…I guess I’ve really lost track with this new deadline….”

“I know.” John knew that there was a story somewhere about McKay and birthdays, but that would be something to find out another day.

“Did you get me a cake?” Rodney asked, looking around the room.

“Dinner time, and act surprised.”

“Really?” Rodney looked gobsmacked, “What kind?”

“That will be the surprise.” John knew that by dinner time Rodney would lose track of time, and it was best to give him an incentive to show up to the mess hall on time. “Now, get a plate and dig in before it gets cold.”

“No need to tell me twice, Sheppard.” Rodney moved to pick up a plate and then turned toward John and said, “Thank you, John.”

“You’re welcome, Rodney.”