Oh my god, what an incredible story. The detail in the building of the aircraft, so many points I laughed out loud... thank you. More than I ever expected.
Some of my favorite moments;
"Are you going to use it?" Sheppard was using the Tone of Extreme Patience. That usually came right before the eye tick.
"Use what?" And there went the eye.
Heh. We all know that tone of voice. And Rodney-not-listening, hee. And all the stuff in John's room. *still chuckling*
Instead he'd coolly looked Rodney up and down, eyes flicking briefly to the glowing green medallion attached to his chest, and pulled his side-arm without a word.
Yeah! Kick-ass, I love this whole scene. Of course this is what happened.
Or a light saber. That would be cool.
That would be cool. And Rodney's right. They should be white.
"That's not good organization," he heard himself saying. All his attention was sucked elsewhere in the room, but his mouth seemed to go on autopilot. "You need a pegboard. With outlines."
Haha, yes, Rodney, your mouth over-runneth. Great slow reveal of the plane.
"Oh my god, you're in love." -- "Rodney." Wow. Sheppard could say a lot with one word. "Shut up." Okay, that was three words.
Oh, Rodney, you fool.
"You're pregnant? I thought you were just getting fat."
Here's where I burst out laughing. Alas, when I tried to read the line to the boyfriend, he was asleep.
Once he even ruffled Rodney's hair.
Hair ruffling! You know it's love!
"In a little plane you can feel every bump in the wind." He leaned across Rodney for a number three cleco, and then took his time choosing the one he wanted. Rodney could feel his solid weight pushing into his side.
Mmmm, yes. It really is real flying. Have I mentioned how much admiration I have for the fact that you used all the proper tool names? I'm so impressed.
"Hurts," he said, and wasn't that eloquent? -- Sheppard smiled softly and began massaging his shoulders again
Awww....
"This is how I always walk, Rodney." -- It was the infuriating truth. Sheppard had loose limbs and slinky hips, and nothing had changed now, just because he was a girl.
Loved how you set us up for the about face, forcing the reader to be just as surprised as Rodney. You're a pro as a writer. I can't wait to find out who you are.
"Go," he said. "That is--me. I need to--go. Simulation. Very important."
Rodney just doesn't have much luck with dating, does he? Good thing John has the Ultimate Alternative To Dating already in play.
If he hadn't been so hypersensitive to Sheppard's every move lately, it would have been an easy thing to miss--Sheppard had stopped touching him.
*whimper*
"There's no one left, Major," he said.
Holy shit, Sheppard. And may I congratulate you with a tip of my hat at Sheppard's appropriately slow recovery? Well done.
Sheppard was walking slowly around the plane, looking at it from all angles with an expression of wonder on his face. -- "You hate it. I swear I'll take it apart. I'll start right now. You can finish building it however you want."
Oh, Rodney with his self doubts. I just want to smush him like a plush toy. Sheppard is obviously ecstatic.
And they were kissing, and Sheppard's tongue was in his mouth, and Rodney's hands were in Sheppard's hair, and some part of Rodney was thinking thank god, thank god, but most of him was just holding on tight.
I agree, Rodney. Thank god, thank god, I'm swept off in a circle, too. *beaming glee* (I'm also glad the marines got to help, and Ronon with his Wraith sculls riveting to the walls of Atlantis -- ha!)
John was relaxed and free up there in a way Colonel Sheppard never was.
Beautiful. Wonderful Christmas present, thank you so much.
Mine, mine, mine
Some of my favorite moments;
"Are you going to use it?" Sheppard was using the Tone of Extreme Patience. That usually came right before the eye tick.
"Use what?" And there went the eye.
Heh. We all know that tone of voice. And Rodney-not-listening, hee. And all the stuff in John's room. *still chuckling*
Instead he'd coolly looked Rodney up and down, eyes flicking briefly to the glowing green medallion attached to his chest, and pulled his side-arm without a word.
Yeah! Kick-ass, I love this whole scene. Of course this is what happened.
Or a light saber. That would be cool.
That would be cool. And Rodney's right. They should be white.
"That's not good organization," he heard himself saying. All his attention was sucked elsewhere in the room, but his mouth seemed to go on autopilot. "You need a pegboard. With outlines."
Haha, yes, Rodney, your mouth over-runneth. Great slow reveal of the plane.
"Oh my god, you're in love." -- "Rodney." Wow. Sheppard could say a lot with one word. "Shut up." Okay, that was three words.
Oh, Rodney, you fool.
"You're pregnant? I thought you were just getting fat."
Here's where I burst out laughing. Alas, when I tried to read the line to the boyfriend, he was asleep.
Once he even ruffled Rodney's hair.
Hair ruffling! You know it's love!
"In a little plane you can feel every bump in the wind." He leaned across Rodney for a number three cleco, and then took his time choosing the one he wanted. Rodney could feel his solid weight pushing into his side.
Mmmm, yes. It really is real flying. Have I mentioned how much admiration I have for the fact that you used all the proper tool names? I'm so impressed.
"Hurts," he said, and wasn't that eloquent? -- Sheppard smiled softly and began massaging his shoulders again
Awww....
"This is how I always walk, Rodney." -- It was the infuriating truth. Sheppard had loose limbs and slinky hips, and nothing had changed now, just because he was a girl.
Loved how you set us up for the about face, forcing the reader to be just as surprised as Rodney. You're a pro as a writer. I can't wait to find out who you are.
"Go," he said. "That is--me. I need to--go. Simulation. Very important."
Rodney just doesn't have much luck with dating, does he? Good thing John has the Ultimate Alternative To Dating already in play.
If he hadn't been so hypersensitive to Sheppard's every move lately, it would have been an easy thing to miss--Sheppard had stopped touching him.
*whimper*
"There's no one left, Major," he said.
Holy shit, Sheppard. And may I congratulate you with a tip of my hat at Sheppard's appropriately slow recovery? Well done.
Sheppard was walking slowly around the plane, looking at it from all angles with an expression of wonder on his face. -- "You hate it. I swear I'll take it apart. I'll start right now. You can finish building it however you want."
Oh, Rodney with his self doubts. I just want to smush him like a plush toy. Sheppard is obviously ecstatic.
And they were kissing, and Sheppard's tongue was in his mouth, and Rodney's hands were in Sheppard's hair, and some part of Rodney was thinking thank god, thank god, but most of him was just holding on tight.
I agree, Rodney. Thank god, thank god, I'm swept off in a circle, too. *beaming glee* (I'm also glad the marines got to help, and Ronon with his Wraith sculls riveting to the walls of Atlantis -- ha!)
John was relaxed and free up there in a way Colonel Sheppard never was.
Beautiful. Wonderful Christmas present, thank you so much.
Icarus