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Title: An Unorthodox Solution for Boredom
Author: [livejournal.com profile] leupagus
Recipient: [livejournal.com profile] lantean_drift
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Rating: PG
Spoilers: General for season 3, none for season 4

An Unorthodox Solution for Boredom

Rodney’s kind of cute when he’s dangling by one foot. John stares at the yelling, swinging, red-faced, most valuable member of the expedition and wonders, not for the first time, how the guy hasn’t died yet.

It’s Ronon’s trap, which makes it funny on a level Rodney’s not going to appreciate, and it was supposed to catch tonight’s dinner – the Athosians have been raving about this big wildebeest-type-thing they’ve been catching for months now, and Elizabeth finally gave into the strategic whining and let them all go camping – but now it’s caught Rodney. Rodney, who complained the whole damn jumper ride here that he had better things to do than swat at space-mosquitos when they weren’t even out on a mission.

Rodney finally catches sight of the rest of his team watching him and all but passing popcorn around while he swings in the breeze. He is, predictably, even more pissed, and starts swearing in a lot of languages. John’s lived his entire life on one base or another and he knows most of them, although Ronon blushes when Rodney says
“yukun” and Teyla’s mouth twitches on “neross,” so all that cultural appreciation crap Elizabeth’s been talking about has actually worked. In a way.

“So I’m guessing you want some help?” John finally manages to get in.

“Yes! Yes, I would like to prevent my leg from falling off and all of my blood running out my ears! Yes! I would like some help!” His free leg flails at them and John’s inclined to keep him up there for a few more minutes, but the sooner Rodney gets down the less they’ll have to hear about it later.

“Okay. Maybe stop, you know. Twitching? For a second?”

“Huh,” Ronon says, pulling a knife from his hairdo, “Kinda makes me nostalgic.”

Teyla rolls her eyes. “Rodney? If you remain still, we can catch you as Ronon cuts the rope.”

“Oh, this will go well,” Rodney huffs from about knee-level, but John and Teyla manage to get their arms around his thighs, more or less, and Ronon starts fucking around with the rope.

“Just cut it already,” John says, trying not to pant, because half of Rodney is still pretty heavy but Teyla’s not even breathing hard.

“Don’t want to wreck the trap, we can just set it again after we get him out.” Ronon grins. “I’m hungry.”

“Well don’t eat me,” Rodney says, muffled by Teyla’s skirts. John debates telling Rodney not to sneak a peek, but figures Rodney’s fear of Teyla just about outweigh his oggling instincts.

*

This isn’t the first time it’s happened, which is the part that’s starting to worry John a little bit. It’s like a little theme running through their missions these past couple of months: they go somewhere harmless, or do something fun, and Rodney gets trapped in quicksand. Or stuck to a weird alien tree that wants to eat him. Or wanders into a human sacrifice rite.

It’s like the guy’s got blinkers on to everything else around him, and it only happens on those planets that you remember from Star Trek, the ones that are tropical paradises or the natives are all friendly and allergic to clothes or their entire civilization revolves around snowboarding. On the serious missions, the ones where there’s a faint energy signature or the Genii have been visiting or there’s just been a culling, Rodney’s almost got his act together – at least he points his gun in the right direction and doesn’t shoot his foot off.

John’s just about decided that Rodney does this out of a subconcious boredom, but he’s thinking he might have to revise that theory, because no way is Rodney ever going to be bored enough to relive this particular thrill.

*

They manage to get him loose – Ronon actually leans down on the rope, his arm barely flexing, and takes the loop off Rodney’s ankle without breaking a sweat. John, who is trying not to drop Rodney on his face, is making sure not to feel inadequate in any way, but it’s kind of sad any way you slice it when at the end of the day, the only member of your team you can beat in an arm-wrestling match is Rodney McKay.

“Okay,” Rodney says, getting up and wincing on his sore ankle. “So. That was humliating and kind of…”

“Familiar?” John can’t resist supplying.

Rodney glares at him. “This is officially worse than when my parents dragged me and Jeannie to Yellowstone,” he says, stomping off back toward camp. Ronon’s looping the trap back into position; Teyla, smiling, sidles up to Rodney’s side and unobtrusively offers a hand. John follows them back. “Really,” Rodney adds as they collapse back on the logs that surround the fire. “We went and I had two allergic reactions. Nothing more likely to annoy you as you’re chocking to death as the fact that your genius parents only brought one epi pen into the middle of the woods. Where there are bees and sap and other deathtraps.”

“You have an allergy to tree sap?” Teyla asks.

Rodney sighs, deep and mournful. “To trail mix.”

*

A couple of weeks ago Rodney fell into a ditch on PC9-138, and nobody noticed for about five minutes. John still feels kind of bad about that – also faintly surprised, because he probably should’ve noticed when Rodney had suddenly stopped talking.

They all freaked out and tried to raise him on radio, and they backtracked and found him, scowling up at them from about twenty feet straight down a bramble-covered cliff. He looked scratched and bruised and extremely put out.

“You’re supposed to be the warriors?” he demanded. “How do you not notice when someone on your team disappears?”

“Yeah, yeah,” John said, unwinding the rope and tossing the end down.

“No, seriously, I want my refund,” Rodney grumbled.

“How did you even get down there?” John demanded, hauling at the rope.

Rodney’s face got closer to the top, and redder. “I got distracted,” he said.

*

John pokes the fire with a stick, because that’s the best part about having a fire, and says, “Okay, so who wants to tell ghost stories?”

“The girl with the golden arm is lame,” Ronon pronounces, sprawling out on the ground. He’s got the detritus of the trap with him.

“What happened to dinner?” John demands.

Ronon shrugs. “McKay scared off any hunting within twenty-three kilometers,” he says. “Besides, you brought MREs. I like the beef ones.”

Teyla catches his eye and smiles, sleepily and content. Rodney’s grumbling across from him, rubbing at his ankle, and John thinks that this should be every mission, this should be every night.

Even if it does mean Rodney gets strung up from time to time.

*

“No, really, McKay,” John snarled, shoving Rodney behind a tree and scouting back the way they’d come. “What the hell is this? Are you a disaster magnet or somehting?”

“I just wasn’t—I’m sorry! And you were the one who said this place was friendly!” Rodney was just as pissed as John, although he had a feeling that they were pissed at different things. “Besides, hello? They were friendly! You know, extremely!”

Very different things. John, for example, was pissed because Rodney had wandered off and fallen, apparently penis-first, into a harem, and had to be dragged out despite the protests of oiled-up men and women who might have had a chance of latching onto John, too, if they hadn’t been so slippery.

Rodney was pissed, John would guess, because John had dragged him out.

“Do you think they were, what? Dangerous? Because all those who choose to die from orgasms raise your hands,” Rodney said, waving his free hand emphatically. John still had his fingers clenched around the other bicep, trying not to think about how difficult it was to keep a grip with the weird oily stuff that the natives had been spreading around like it provided a contact buzz. Which maybe it did.

“Why were you even there? Teyla and Ronon and me were all with the chief goat-wrangler or whoever. You wandered off again.”

“I had to pee!” Rodney said defensively.

“You know,” John said grimly, “I don’t even want to know.”

*

Rodney finally pulls himself out of his muttering fugue state and grabs a stick of his own. “You know, what I wouldn’t give for some S’mores. That almost made Yellowstone worth it.”

“You like S’mores?” John grins. “Never would’ve guessed.”

“Ha ha, Colonel,” Rodney snapps, prickly and defensive. “I’ll have you know I toast marshmallows better than anyone –“ his eyes brighten, like he’s just had a great idea, “Than anybody in this galaxy!” He snaps his fingers at John. “That’s going in the Guiness.”

John has to laugh at that, because the Guiness Book of Pegasus Records has been around for about three days fewer than the expedition has been here, and Rodney holds about a tenth of the records. Of course, the records are like, “Fainted most” and “Most times meeting double from another universe,” but everyone’s got to be proud of something. John’s records aren’t much better.

“Well,” John drawls, wanting to draw this moment out as much as possible, because this, secretly, is what he lives for, “You can’t really say that unless you prove it.”

Rodney slumps, heartbroken again. “Yeah,” he says.

John manages him to peg him right in the face with the bag of marshallows.

*

It’s just starting to worry him, a lot more than he thinks is probably normal to worry about something like this, but John’s made a habit about obsessing over weird things about Rodney and this is probably healthier than that whole six months where he wondered why Rodney always wore shirts that were a little too small for him.

Because it only happens when, technically, it’s okay that it happened – when Rodney falling down a ditch or joining a harem isn’t going to mean that they’ve destroyed a planet. Rodney still makes mistakes, still blows his lines or his calculations, and people die, people are dying every single day because of what they do or don’t do – but the things John thinks he couldn’t forgive Rodney for doing if it mattered… only happen when it doesn’t matter.

John’s no good at human behavior, but he’s starting to think he’s missing something.

*

“You—how—when?” Rodney splutters, tearing the bag open and almost spilling some of the marshmallows into the dirt.

John shrugs, and reaches into his bag where he’s been hiding Graham crackers and Hershey bars. “You know. Save the galaxy a few times, they start sending you stuff.”

Rodney stops his extremely scientific impaling of the marshmallow with his stick and looks affronted. “They never send me marshmallows,” he huffs.

“What are these?” Teyla asks, interested now that she sees the Hershey bars. Laura Cadman won her over the very first day she arrived, her personal item being an industrial-sized bag of Kisses. “Is this an Earth delicacy?”

“Uh,” John says, but Rodney bowls right over him.

“It’s an Earth—yes, delicacy, but it’s an art form, really. I mean, the ratio of marshmallow to cracker to Hershey piece, it’s all very complicated and—oh my God, what are you doing?”

Ronon’s shoved three marshmallows into his mouth. “Whuh?” he demands crossly.

Rodney rolls his eyes. “I’m surrounded by heathens.”

*

Maybe it’s because they’re all so tired of making the mistakes that do matter. John didn’t forgive Rodney for months after Doranda, even after he said he had, because being mad at Rodney was easier, made it less John’s fault.

And it was John’s fault – so many of these things are his fault. He tries to save everyone on the expedition, every time: he’s never ever sent anyone out on a suicide mission, which is something none of his COs can say. But he can’t rescue everyone, or even most of them, and everybody gets that, forgives him for it.

Maybe Rodney’s getting himself in trouble on these milk runs because, when it doesn’t matter, he knows he’ll get rescued. Because one of these days, John suspects, Rodney’s going to need rescuing when it does matter, and John’s just not going to get there in time.

*

Teyla catches on quickly, and for almost an hour they sit in companionable silence, making S’mores and cooking marshmallows and occasionally dropping them or catching them on fire and finding interesting ways to put them out (Ronon swallowed his, which Rodney insisted would have to go in the Guiness, too). Teyla, it turns out, has an addiction to them now that rivals her obsession with popcorn, and she spends a lot of time trying to figure out the perfect height to put her marshmallow above the fire so that it’ll cook evenly without burning.

After a while she’s the only one still cooking; John and Ronon and Rodney lean back against the log, stupified by sugar and chocolate and crackers. John turns to say something to Rodney, something about S’mores or camping or allergies, and he catches Rodney smiling at the fire, peaceful, quiet, and happy.

It scares him so much he can’t breathe for a second.

*

And then there was last week, when Rodney was trapped in a giant tower forty feet off the ground.

“You’re kind of impressive, in a weird way,” John told him, finally latching onto the window and hauling himself inside. Rodney, who had been making sarcastic comments while John climbed up and had been in no way helpful, just scowled. The chain around his ankle clinked. “I mean,” he says, “Only you could get trapped in the Rapunzel fairy tale.”

“If you make one remark about my hair I’m cutting off your hot water for a month.”

“I don’t remember Rapunzel being this lippy to her knight in shining armor,” John commented, brandishing the chaincutters.

“Are you going to rescue me or not?” Rodney asked, sticking out his foot.

“Sure thing, princess,” John muttered. And Rodney blushed, and smiled.

And John remembers that smile.

*

“’M going to bed,” Ronon says, shuffling to his feet. “All this sugar makes me tired.”

Rodney frowns, blinking away from the fire. “Sugar’s supposed to keep you awake,” he says. “Like coffee.”

Ronon snorts. “Yeah? How come you need five cups every morning just to calm down?”

Rodney snorts himself, and mutters “goodnight” along with John and Teyla, who’s yawning herself.

“This was very enjoyable,” she tells them, handing over the sadly depleted bag of marshmallows – the crackers and Hershey’s were finished long ago – before standing up herself. “I believe I, too, shall retire. Good dreams.”

And then it’s John, sitting next to Rodney, who looks sleepy and flushed and isn’t moving, elbows hooked behind the log and staring back into the fire. John watches him for long moments, thinking about accidents and rescues and what it takes, sometimes, to decide to be brave.

“So I’ve been thinking about this babysitter for you,” he starts out with, and almost gets jabbed in his stomach. He twitches out of the way, laughing, and they settle again, closer and warmer.

“I’ve just been…” Rodney shrugs, awkwardly, still staring at the fire.

“Distracted?”

Rodney snaps his head around. “What? No. I mean, by what?”

“I was hoping you’d tell me.” Rodney’s still tense, and John pats his knee. “It’s okay, buddy. Just, I don’t want you getting caught in a man-sized Venus flytrap. Again.” His hand stays there, getting hotter by the second against the dark denim of Rodney’s jeans.

“It’s just on these missions,” Rodney says quietly, “Where there’s not much for me to do. I just start thinking about, you know, things, and then you do something and I get all turned around and—“

“Rodney,” John whispers, leaning in just a little too much. The fire has made Rodney’s face red, or at least that’s the excuse he’ll probably use, but John can see the way his Adam’s apple is bobbing and he knows it’s not the fire. And he knows, knows that he won’t rescue him every time, but this time he can do this much. This time, he can be the knight in shining armor and it won’t even feel like a story.

“What?” Rodney breathes, staring back at John, bright eyes and slack mouth, beautiful the way a damsel wouldn’t ever be.

“I’m doing something now,” John murmurs, sweat prickling up his spine in a fantastic rush, and the hand on Rodney’s knee is only shaking a little bit. “So don’t get all turned around.”

“I…you…what…” Rodney’s shaking, too, which makes him seem a little out of focus, but John figures if he kisses him, at least they’ll be in synch.

And then they are, God, they are, and they’re shaking together, shivering from the heat of it as Rodney opens his mouth up to him, opens everything, wet and hot and sticky-sweet traces of S’mores in unexpected corners. John chases after them as he twines his body around Rodney, amazed and relieved – that’s what this is, relief – to feel this, to know this, to have this after so long going without.

And it’s perfect, right up until Rodney catches himself on fire.

The End
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Date: 2007-12-17 10:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] emma-in-oz.livejournal.com
This is so sweet and romantic, and yet with such funny moments as Rodney gets into one terrible mess after another.

Date: 2008-01-07 12:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] leupagus.livejournal.com
Thank you very much! I have a big weakness for Secretly Romantic John, and I tried to incorporate that. And poor Rodney. But in his defense, John's ass is very distracting. *nods wisely*

Ditto!

Date: 2007-12-17 10:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lynnzo.livejournal.com
Sweet, and funny, and all so RODNEY. I love the ending!

Re: Ditto!

Date: 2008-01-07 12:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] leupagus.livejournal.com
Yes, Rodney's pretty unmistakable, isn't he? And thanks very much; as mean as it is to the guy, I like the ending too!

Date: 2007-12-17 11:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sihayab.livejournal.com
Oh, such fun! I love that Rodney's distracted, and John's solution.

The last line is a real keeper!

Date: 2008-01-07 12:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] leupagus.livejournal.com
I think that last line is everyone's favorite - mine too - and John's got very good problem-solving skills, doesn't he?

Date: 2007-12-17 11:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] joran.livejournal.com
oh, fantastic. Very funny with a nice thread of seriousness throughout. Lyrical. I love all the different situations Rodney ends up in, and why, and John's struggle, and Teyla with the junk food addiction! Ronon stuffing marshmallows in his mouth and Rodney falling into a ditch were my favorite parts until the end. The enchanting end.

Date: 2008-01-07 12:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] leupagus.livejournal.com
That is such a nice and thoughtful comment - thanks very much.

I really want a story where Teyla goes to Earth and goes to a movie but gets distracted by the concession stand. Because really, she's the type of girl who really loves the junk food.

Ronon, for his part, probably wouldn't see the *point* of going to the movie theater at all and would just lurk around Consessions until someone got intimidated enough to give him a Big Gulp.

Date: 2007-12-17 11:52 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] winter-elf.livejournal.com
Very sweet! Loved the little bits of Rodney not paying attention and John fretting. And the last line - ha! So funny.

Date: 2008-01-07 12:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] leupagus.livejournal.com
I wanted it to end on a good note, except... well, John and Rodney are kind of spazzy, and really, it's more realistic that their first make-out session ends with this kind of shenaniganry than that it ends in suave monkey-love or whatever. I mean, honestly? They're such *boys,* at the very least one of them would make the "is that your thigh holster or are you just happy to see me" joke and the other one would try to hit him. So at least this way all the injuries are accidental.

Date: 2007-12-17 11:52 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] monanotlisa.livejournal.com
This is totally awesome -- sweet and funny and, well, HOT LIKE BURNING. In a campfire.

Date: 2008-01-07 12:55 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] leupagus.livejournal.com
Heh. Yeah, the burns were TOTALLY WORTH IT, though. Because you can see them all piling into the jumper a couple minutes later, Rodney bitching at the top of his lungs and John grousing back at him but really pretty worried, and Rodney says something like, "I don't think we can have sex. I might ended up needing to amputate." And Teyla and Ronon just go *blink*blink*.

Date: 2007-12-18 12:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] shara50.livejournal.com
Just perfect!!

Date: 2008-01-07 12:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] leupagus.livejournal.com
Thank you! Much appreciated.

Date: 2007-12-18 12:55 am (UTC)
goddess47: Emu! (Default)
From: [personal profile] goddess47
Oh so very nice! Team, and funny, and serious and... kissing..... sigh....

Date: 2008-01-07 12:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] leupagus.livejournal.com
Yes, kissing always makes me want to smish them and tell them they're adooooooorable.

Of course, it also apparently makes me want to set at least one of them on fire, so I dunno.

But thanks!

Date: 2007-12-18 01:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sian1359.livejournal.com
Sweet and then the last line smacked me right between the eyes. Absolutely wonderful.

Date: 2008-01-07 12:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] leupagus.livejournal.com
Ouch, I hope that line didn't hurt too much! But thank you very much. They are kind of sweet, aren't they?

Date: 2007-12-18 02:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] panisdead.livejournal.com
“Sure thing, princess,” John muttered. And Rodney blushed, and smiled.

EEEEEEEEE. That is the cutest thing ever!

I like John here a lot, how his job during the first rescue is to carefully avoid feeling inadequate, how he's pissy about the harem but lives to peg Rodney in the face with marshmallows. Very nice.

Date: 2008-01-07 12:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] leupagus.livejournal.com
Yeah, there's something very 13 years old about pretty much every interaction John has with Rodney. I think a lot of it is affection, some of it is insecurity, and most of it is not really understanding his feelings at all. He's so emotionally slow - we love him for it!

And dude, no matter how he felt about Rodney, John would probably *always* be mad that someone got invited to Hot Harem Action without him.

Date: 2007-12-18 02:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kassrachel.livejournal.com
Ahahahahahahahahaha!

This is awesome and hilarious and sweet and wonderful and the last line made me laugh out loud.

Date: 2008-01-07 01:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] leupagus.livejournal.com
Yay! That's what I was aiming for - really, there's nothing better than having someone reading your stories and giggling. Best feeling in the world, so thank you very much for that compliment.
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Date: 2008-01-07 01:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] leupagus.livejournal.com
I *know*! He is so angsty and conflicty! He will not be able to save his one twu wuv!

I mean, as much as I love John (and as much as, you know, I *wrote the story*,) I think John can get himself very overwrought at times - he strikes me as the type who doesn't necessarily obsess over what's happened already, but over what *might* happen.

Thanks very much for the feedback!

Date: 2007-12-18 04:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] argosy.livejournal.com
You win for best last line ever. Loved this. So sweet, so funny. Second best line: "I want a refund." \o/

Date: 2008-01-07 01:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] leupagus.livejournal.com
Hee! What's the prize? Is it shiny?

Rodney always gets the best lines, I feel, and the best catastrophes. I mean, you wouldn't read a fic where *Teyla* or *Lorne* get their mack on and then accidentally flambe themselves. That would be kind of strange and off-putting. But it's Rodney! Setting fire to himself is hilarious! I dunno, something about him makes me want to put him in uncomfortable situations just to watch him squirm.

Date: 2007-12-18 09:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bluespirit-star.livejournal.com
Lovely!
I really liked the way we saw the growing relationship between J&R but also lots of lovely team bonding too. :-)

Date: 2008-01-07 01:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] leupagus.livejournal.com
Thank you! There's a big pull whenever I write anything about them to make it the John&Rodney Show, but the great thing about this fandom is that I like *all* the characters, so talking about Ronon and Teyla is almost as much fun as talking about The Boys.

Date: 2007-12-18 09:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lavvyan.livejournal.com
Oh, aww! This was lovely. ♥

Date: 2008-01-07 01:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] leupagus.livejournal.com
Thanks very much!

Date: 2007-12-18 03:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] luthien.livejournal.com
Brilliant last line! This was fun and sweet. I can so see Rodney's attention wandering and these sorts of things happening.

Date: 2008-01-07 01:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] leupagus.livejournal.com
Well, he gets distracted. John's butt, it calls to him like a siren...

Date: 2007-12-18 06:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] whetherwoman.livejournal.com
Oh my goodness, lovely.

Date: 2008-01-07 01:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] leupagus.livejournal.com
Thanks so much! Those burns are gonna smart, though.

Date: 2007-12-18 07:27 pm (UTC)
ext_1720: two kittens with a heart between them (Default)
From: [identity profile] ladycat777.livejournal.com
This is lovely: sweet and hysterically funny, but I love the way your writing just flowed, wrapping all of it up in a neat bow.

Date: 2008-01-07 01:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] leupagus.livejournal.com
Thanks so much - I hate to leave things dangling (...er...) and I liked the idea (which I saw in some other fic that I have been trying to beat my brain out remembering) of having John be present in the moment with his team, but also mulling over another problem. Said problem involving Rodney, since when does it *not* involve Rodney. But I'm really glad you liked the rhythm!

Date: 2007-12-18 09:40 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] tharaist.livejournal.com
Hee! That was fun!

John, for example, was pissed because Rodney had wandered off and fallen, apparently penis-first, into a harem, and had to be dragged out despite the protests of oiled-up men and women who might have had a chance of latching onto John, too, if they hadn’t been so slippery.

*g*

Date: 2008-01-07 01:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] leupagus.livejournal.com
I think John really would've been worried about getting en-haremed, so he was kind of relieved that he could just kind of slide away. Really, John's not much into the orgies (... I know, I couldn't believe it either) he's mostly just mad that Rodney didn't even *invite* him. God, some buddy he is.

Date: 2007-12-19 12:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] burntcopper.livejournal.com
excuse me. must squee from the adorable. TEH CUTE, IT OVERWHELMS. And the falling down/over/into things is just...awwww. :pets the klutz:

Date: 2008-01-07 01:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] leupagus.livejournal.com
TEH CUTE WILL CONQUER ALL. LIKE OZYMANDIAS OR WHATEVER.

Yeah, Rodney's a spazmataz when it comes to John. He's the guy you remember from high school who was staring so hard at the head cheerleader that he walked into a locker door.

Date: 2007-12-19 01:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rinsbane.livejournal.com
This is funny and all seemingly light-hearted, but then there are these beautiful moments that just catch you up, in a very good way, and hint at things under the surface that aren't quite so marshmallowy, and the whole thing just adds into something wonderful.

Date: 2008-01-07 01:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] leupagus.livejournal.com
That's a really wonderful thing to say! I can't honestly say it was intentional- I mean, SGA Secret Santa, you don't want to get *too* deep here - but John's such an angst-face that there was a little drama no matter what I did.

And really, any relationship between these two would have to have its share of things that aren't so sweet, maybe a little sour, even, because that's who they are as men. But we love them all the more for it.

Thanks very much.

Date: 2007-12-19 02:08 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] apple-pi.livejournal.com
Oh, I adored this! Loved all the funny moments (when you just know Rodney's thing he was distracted by was John Sheppard's bottom!) and the serious moments and oh, OH, the kiss at the end was absolutely gorgeous! And the last line made me literally laugh out loud with delight. :-)

Date: 2008-01-07 01:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] leupagus.livejournal.com
Yes, John's milkshake brings all the boys to the yard. And I've read a lot (I mean a *lot*) of first kisses between the boys, and while I think realistically their first one would probably be kind of clumsy, there's something that I really love about a first kiss that's perfect and everything you want and just... wonderful.

But since I'm also a sadistic bitch, I also wanted one of them to catch fire. So there you go - best of both worlds!

AH-HAHAHA

Date: 2007-12-19 03:52 am (UTC)
ext_834: (Sexual Experimentation)
From: [identity profile] krysalys.livejournal.com
Rodney's pants combust from the lust!
HA!!!
Awesomecakes.
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Re: AH-HAHAHA

Date: 2007-12-19 02:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ceares.livejournal.com
OMG! I love your icon.

Re: AH-HAHAHA

From: [identity profile] leupagus.livejournal.com - Date: 2008-01-07 01:20 am (UTC) - Expand

Date: 2007-12-19 06:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ccmom.livejournal.com
Rodney's hot, isn't he? lol This was great. Good job!

Date: 2008-01-07 01:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] leupagus.livejournal.com
Poor Rodney's going to get a lot of those jokes, I feel.

Thanks very much!

Date: 2007-12-19 06:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dovil.livejournal.com
This? Fantastic. And the last line is sheer brilliance.

Date: 2008-01-07 01:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] leupagus.livejournal.com
I must say, it is not as fantastic as your totally awesome icon. But thank you! The last line is coming in as everyone's favorite, which is better than everyone saying, "The first line was great! ...And then it all went downhill."
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