Picture from: lillyjk
Summary: “Can I… I mean, can I… see it?”
Rodney barely acknowledged anyone as he stormed through the ‘gate. Even the SFs knew to scurry out of the road. He was mumbling as he strode down the corridor and disappeared around the corner. Rodney usually took off his thigh holster and gun as soon as he stepped through the event horizon but he was too preoccupied to even do that.
Elizabeth came down the stairs to meet the others, watching Rodney’s retreating back before turning to John, Teyla and Ronon. Ronon was smirking, Teyla was chewing her lip and John was looking, well, Elizabeth had never seen the particular expression on his face he was currently wearing.
“Okay, what did you do to him?” Elizabeth demanded.
“Wasn’t us,” Ronon said, holding up his hands, the smirk growing into a grin.
“Where is he going?” Elizabeth asked.
“Infirmary probably,” John supplied, the still unreadable expression on his face.
“Do you need to-?”
“Oh, I’m the last person he’ll want to see,” John said, unzipping his tac vest and handing his P-90 off to a waiting SF.
“I will go,” Teyla volunteered, handing off her weapon as well, before jogging in the direction Rodney had disappeared.
“Is he going to be alright? Are you alright?” Elizabeth prodded.
“Look, Rodney will be fine, it was just a little misunderstanding and… can he debrief you? I don’t really think it’s my place.”
Ronon had snorted at the word debrief and Elizabeth’s brows drew down with worry.
John seemed to read her expression, because he quickly said, “Nothing traumatic happened. It was just a little… embarrassing.”
“Okay, I’ll take your word for it. I’ll expect your preliminary reports in the morning.”
Rodney harrumphed in annoyance when he noticed John standing in his doorway. Rodney was folding and putting away laundry, slamming drawers with gusto. “What do you want?” he demanded.
“Did he… was he able to … remove it?” John asked.
Rodney paused, blinking, his face flushing red. “He said he could but he wanted to leave it for a couple of days until I wasn’t so… tender.” Rodney sighed, lowering himself gently onto the bed. “This is mortifying. I suppose the whole city knows.”
“No, not so much. We didn’t tell Elizabeth, you can brief her in the morning solo. Nothing will appear in any official reports and I’m sure Carson can be discreet.”
Rodney nodded, some of the colour finally easing from his cheeks. He then looked at John quizzically. “Did you need something?”
“I…” John rubbed a hand over his head, mussing his cowlicks worse than they already were. “Can I… I mean, can I… see it?”
“What?” Rodney squeaked, swallowing loudly.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked. I’ll… I’ll go,” John said, his turn to flush scarlet. He turned on his heel and was almost at the door when Rodney said, “Wait!”
John turned slowly and Rodney could see that his eyes were dark. Rodney swallowed again, a strange rushing noise in his ears. “I mean, I didn’t say no, did I?”
John took a step forward, and then clenched his fists, as if waiting for permission to move further. “Are you saying…no?” he asked, raising a hand to wipe the sweat from his upper lip.
Rodney, eyes never leaving John’s, unbuckled his belt, unclasped his pants and pulled them to the side, lowering enough of his underwear that a jut of hip was exposed, right where two ornate letters had been tattooed on his flesh.
John stepped forward, hand out but hesitant. Rodney dropped his eyes and watched as John’s fingertips made contact, tracing the letters with the merest whisper of skin. Rodney sucked in a breath, the still tender skin tingling under John’s touch.
“How long did you say you had to wait before you could get it removed?” John’s voice was low and husky and Rodney felt gooseflesh break out all over his skin.
“Err… it could be days or weeks even before it’s healed enough.” Rodney sighed, his voice equally low.
Title: "The Art Of Prodding A Sleeping Lion"
Picture from: betagoddess
Summary: “Have I lost my… you know… cute?”
John appeared at Rodney’s door at three in the morning, knocking loudly with a fist. Rodney finally answered, a sheet clutched around his torso and the hair on the left side of his head sticking straight up.
“What?” he demanded. “There better be Wraith at the doorstep!”
“Have I lost my… you know… cute?” John asked, and he sounded so wounded that Rodney forgot that he’d only gotten to sleep an hour earlier and reached out to drag John into his room, waving his door closed behind him.
“Are you crazy? How can you say that?” Rodney sighed, guiding John until he was sitting on the end of Rodney’s bed. Rodney flipped the sheet over his shoulder toga-style and pulled a chair across so he was sitting in front of John.
“I’m used to things being easy. People have been trying to kill us a lot more regularly.” John ran a hand through his hair. “You keep teasing me about my hair. It’s stupid, right?”
Rodney rolled his eyes. “My God, would you listen to yourself! People on other worlds have been shunning us because Wraith tend to follow in our wake. It’s got nothing to do with how attractive you are.”
“But that girl on P4X-787-“
“Was stupid beyond all imagining. As if you would object to a completely hot Colonel flirting with you.”
A smirk touched John’s lips and something told Rodney that John’s crisis of appearance was astoundingly short-lived. “You think I’m hot?”
“For chrissakes, did you just wake me up to stroke your ego?”
John chuckled. “Are you saying you’re willing to stroke something else?”
Rodney jumped to his feet, manhandling John to his and propelling him towards the door. “I can’t believe you! You’re messing with me!” Rodney snarled.
John was still laughing as he was shoved into the hallway. Zelenka had been walking past but slowed when he spotted John. “Is everything alright, Colonel?” he asked.
John turned and smiled. “Sure. Just teasing Rodney.”
Zelenka raised his eyebrows. “You’re a very brave man,” Zelenka said, his eyes wide.
John’s brow furrowed. “Why?”
“I would not mess with man who has control of citywide environmentals. You do like heat in your room, right?”
John paled and Zelenka chuckled.
“I would be stocking up on blankets if I were you,” he said sagely.
Title: "One Good Day"
Picture from: fairestcat
Summary: Rodney was drenched head to foot, one of his eyebrows had been singed off and he was laughing, a great deep belly laugh that echoed through the halls.
Rodney was drenched head to foot, one of his eyebrows had been singed off and he was laughing, a great deep belly laugh that echoed through the halls.
“What did you do?” Zelenka asked, running into the oval room with the large tank that they hadn’t been able to figure out yet. He took in Rodney’s appearance and skidded to a halt. “Do I need to call Carson?”
“No,” Rodney sighed, his laughter disappearing into chuckles. “We got it working.”
“We?” Zelenka asked. There was a wall coated in sticky blue goo and the rest of the room was empty. As Zelenka looked back at the sticky wall, he finally noticed that part of the wall was moving. Two shapes resolved themselves, both tall and lanky, one broader than the other and Zelenka clapped a hand to his mouth.
Arms raised and scraped at faces, eyes finally becoming visible. From where Zelenka stood, he could hear that Ronon was actually growling and his English wasn’t quite good enough to translate exactly what John was saying, but it sounded colourful.
“Rodney! I’m surprised at you,” Zelenka scolded. At that moment, there was a squeak as John lost his footing. He reached out blindly and managed to grab Ronon’s arm, but instead of helping him to remain upright, the end result was both of them going down in a flail of limbs and further cursing.
John sat up slowly and shook his head, a fine spray of blue arcing out and hitting Zelenka’s pants legs.
“Usually that’s us,” Rodney grinning, smiling and Zelenka raised his eyebrows, the beginnings of a smile on his face.
“It’s a good day.”