[Stargate] "In the Stars" [John/Rodney, G]
Title: In the Stars
Author: Ami Ven
Prompt: 100_tales 007 ‘stars’
Rating: G
Word Count: 609
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing(s): John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Setting: sequel to Touching and Touched (Star Trek AU)
Summary: “Computer, how long has McKay been in Stellar Cartography?”
In the Stars
“Hey, Rodney,” said John, leaning against the main console of the Stellar Cartography lab.
Rodney didn’t look up. “You have the worst posture of any Vulcan ever.”
“I’m only half-Vulcan,” John reminded him. “And when was the last time you had a break?”
“I don’t need a break, Sheppard, there’s too much to do.”
“Computer, how long has McKay been in here?”
“Dr. McKay has been in the Stellar Cartography lab for five hours, sixteen minutes,” the computer replied.
“Tattletale,” Rodney grumbled, then repeated, “There’s too much to do. All this data we’ve been collecting-”
“-will still be there if you take a short break. At the very least, you need to eat.”
Rodney waved a dismissive hand. “I replicated myself a protein bar.”
“I can feel how tense you are from over here,” said John.
“Oh,” said Rodney, taking a step farther away from him.
The bond he had with John was still new. Rodney himself had a low ESP rating, even for a human, and he hadn’t had that many friends, before the Atlantis, so he still wasn’t used to how he affected someone else like that.
John caught his arm. “Hey, no. I’m glad I can feel it, so I know when I need to come and make you feel better. Just give me ten minutes. We don’t even have to leave the room.”
Rodney narrowed his eyes. “We are not having sex in the Stellar Cartography lab.”
“I wasn’t suggesting it,” said John. “Now, take off your jacket.”
“You just said you weren’t suggesting sex,” Rodney protested.
“I’m not. Jacket off, c’mon.”
The scientist grumbled but took off his uniform jacket, leaving him in just his short-sleeved undershirt. John had also taken his jacket off and began folding it, tucking in the sleeves and rolling it into a log shape. Then he looked pointedly at Rodney, who scowled again, but did the same.
“There,” Rodney said. “Thanks for this relaxing round of clothing origami, now can I get back to work?”
“Not so fast,” said John. “Computer, remove all data text from the cartography display.”
The holographic display above them shifted, all the words and numbers vanishing to leave only the visual representations of the Beta Quadrant stars and planets from their sensor data.
“Computer,” said John, “gradually lower the lights to twenty percent.”
He dropped his jacket onto the floor, then set Rodney’s beside it, and held out his hand. “Come lie down with me.”
Rodney rolled his eyes, but let John arrange them both on the floor, side-by-side, using their rolled-up jackets for pillows.
“What do you see?” the security chief asked.
“That’s a quasar,” Rodney said, pointing. “And that’s-”
John caught his hand. “Don’t analyze them. Just look.”
Rodney let out a long breath. “What am I supposed to see?”
“Almost all sentient races mapped the night sky from their planets,” said John. “They found patterns and pictures in the stars. What do you see, Rodney?”
“I see…” He squinted. “Those three bright stars form an almost perfect triangle. And there are two more nearby, they make it look like… a piano.”
John tilted his head. “I see it. And over there…”
“A binary system-”
“Rodney.”
“Well, what do you see?”
“That star,” said John, pointing, “plus that curve there, that’s a Klingon batleth, dripping blood.”
Rodney snorted. “Does it have to be so violent?”
“Most of the Ancient Greek ones were characters that got killed and thrown up there, I’m just following tradition.”
“In that case…”
And if Rodney didn’t get back to his astronomical research for almost an hour, neither of them said anything about it.
THE END
Current Mood:
rainy
Author: Ami Ven
Prompt: 100_tales 007 ‘stars’
Rating: G
Word Count: 609
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing(s): John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Setting: sequel to Touching and Touched (Star Trek AU)
Summary: “Computer, how long has McKay been in Stellar Cartography?”
In the Stars
“Hey, Rodney,” said John, leaning against the main console of the Stellar Cartography lab.
Rodney didn’t look up. “You have the worst posture of any Vulcan ever.”
“I’m only half-Vulcan,” John reminded him. “And when was the last time you had a break?”
“I don’t need a break, Sheppard, there’s too much to do.”
“Computer, how long has McKay been in here?”
“Dr. McKay has been in the Stellar Cartography lab for five hours, sixteen minutes,” the computer replied.
“Tattletale,” Rodney grumbled, then repeated, “There’s too much to do. All this data we’ve been collecting-”
“-will still be there if you take a short break. At the very least, you need to eat.”
Rodney waved a dismissive hand. “I replicated myself a protein bar.”
“I can feel how tense you are from over here,” said John.
“Oh,” said Rodney, taking a step farther away from him.
The bond he had with John was still new. Rodney himself had a low ESP rating, even for a human, and he hadn’t had that many friends, before the Atlantis, so he still wasn’t used to how he affected someone else like that.
John caught his arm. “Hey, no. I’m glad I can feel it, so I know when I need to come and make you feel better. Just give me ten minutes. We don’t even have to leave the room.”
Rodney narrowed his eyes. “We are not having sex in the Stellar Cartography lab.”
“I wasn’t suggesting it,” said John. “Now, take off your jacket.”
“You just said you weren’t suggesting sex,” Rodney protested.
“I’m not. Jacket off, c’mon.”
The scientist grumbled but took off his uniform jacket, leaving him in just his short-sleeved undershirt. John had also taken his jacket off and began folding it, tucking in the sleeves and rolling it into a log shape. Then he looked pointedly at Rodney, who scowled again, but did the same.
“There,” Rodney said. “Thanks for this relaxing round of clothing origami, now can I get back to work?”
“Not so fast,” said John. “Computer, remove all data text from the cartography display.”
The holographic display above them shifted, all the words and numbers vanishing to leave only the visual representations of the Beta Quadrant stars and planets from their sensor data.
“Computer,” said John, “gradually lower the lights to twenty percent.”
He dropped his jacket onto the floor, then set Rodney’s beside it, and held out his hand. “Come lie down with me.”
Rodney rolled his eyes, but let John arrange them both on the floor, side-by-side, using their rolled-up jackets for pillows.
“What do you see?” the security chief asked.
“That’s a quasar,” Rodney said, pointing. “And that’s-”
John caught his hand. “Don’t analyze them. Just look.”
Rodney let out a long breath. “What am I supposed to see?”
“Almost all sentient races mapped the night sky from their planets,” said John. “They found patterns and pictures in the stars. What do you see, Rodney?”
“I see…” He squinted. “Those three bright stars form an almost perfect triangle. And there are two more nearby, they make it look like… a piano.”
John tilted his head. “I see it. And over there…”
“A binary system-”
“Rodney.”
“Well, what do you see?”
“That star,” said John, pointing, “plus that curve there, that’s a Klingon batleth, dripping blood.”
Rodney snorted. “Does it have to be so violent?”
“Most of the Ancient Greek ones were characters that got killed and thrown up there, I’m just following tradition.”
“In that case…”
And if Rodney didn’t get back to his astronomical research for almost an hour, neither of them said anything about it.
THE END
Current Mood:
rainy