All Worlds Converge To Where You Are (8/8) SGA/Supernatural crossover

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Chapter 7 :: Master Fic Post



John stops after a couple of minutes - well at least he thinks it's minutes - slowly touching base with reality and notices the complete silence around him.

Of course, that doesn't last.

"Happy now? Yes, hot shot, you're the best. I'm just this close to a heart attack, now, thank you so much." Rodney's voice is shaky.

Grinning, John turns to him, notes how pale he is but that he's still smiling so it must not have been so terrible.

"It wasn't that bad. We couldn't even feel the G's," John tells him.

It makes Rodney snort.

"Ah, well, thank god for small favors!"

Now that he's got the piloting with his mind thing covered, which is definitely the coolest thing he's ever done, John starts pulling screens on the HUD of the Gateship by asking it to show him what its got, just checking what's available and flipping through them rapidly.

"What? Wait, hey, are you're doing this, John? Come back a few, I've never seen this interface!" Seeing Rodney geek out, which he does if given the chance and there's no audience to discredit the smooth and composed facade he usually shows the world, is one of John's favorite things, so he dutifully goes back until he reaches the screen that makes Rodney snap his fingers and point.

They're on a stable geocentric orbit around Lantea, so John just lounges back on his seat, flipping screens when asked and he rides the last shivers of adrenaline and endorphins from his earlier flying stunts. He still thinks barrel rolls have very little to envy of sex. The thought makes John remember telling it to Dean, and he wonders what's going on with him, Sam, Cas and Dee. Being in the Pegasus galaxy makes it hard to check up on friends, even if Earth is slowly building back its communication infrastructures.

John doesn't regret leaving Earth one bit. Sure, Dean hadn't understood why John now wanted to leave, but it's not like John had something keeping him in Camp Chitaqua. Dee had taken it relatively well, especially since they had been in one of the "off again" parts of their relationship. She'd been seeing Chuck, and for some reason -a mystery, if you asked him - they clicked, so John wished them all the best. Sam seemed to be gaining more confidence since their victory over Lucifer, and Dean, now that the Apocalypse had been averted, spoke more and more of taking a bit of time off. With Castiel. So frankly, he had nothing to say about John leaving too.

"Hey." John startles out of his reverie, as his knee is being patted on. "How far were you just now?" Rodney asks, looking at him with a bit of concern.

"Many light-years," John admits, leaning into the touch and satisfied when Rodney leaves his hand there.

That's another unexpected turn in John's life, being with Rodney. After a couple of phone calls and probably even blackmail, Rodney had arranged it so John could join the Atlantis expedition as a glorified light switch - the papers said 'consultant', John still thought it was hilarious - for the civil crew. John had refused to re-join the Air Force for a variety of reasons, one being that he didn't want to live with the regulations and restrictions of the military again. To be perfectly honest, John hadn't been so sure he could respect a chain of command without asking questions anymore, or that he'd be comfortable pretending to and having men rely on him as an officer. He has to play with the geeks instead, and frankly it's fine with him.

As Castiel had predicted, Atlantis had immediately taken to John, lighting up for him in ways she didn't for anyone else, and she had settled like a low hum under his skin. McKay and him had been almost inseparable from the moment John had set a foot in Cheyenne Mountain and then on Atlantis. They'd worked together, even sometimes going off world through the stargate where John got to wear a gun and carry explosives, but they also hung out in their free time, playing chess or computer games.

John had found himself falling for Rodney almost immediately - honestly, it had been a long time coming - but it had taken nearly a month before John made a move. He'd been uncertain of his reception because all signs pointed to Rodney being irreducibly heterosexual, with a focus on hot blonds. But at his first harvest festival, tipsy on sorta-corn alcohol, the three moons hanging in the bright night sky had made John feel adventurous. He had leaned down in the middle of a rant about whatever to kiss Rodney chastely on the mouth. It had shut Rodney up, alright. The kissing had gone on for a while, after that. Turns out Rodney had been crushing on John since Vegas.

This thing between them is new, but it feels right, and John smiles at Rodney, wants to tilt that crooked mouth upwards.

"Thanks, Rodney," he says. "I've been dying to fly one of these babies since I've got here."

It works, makes Rodney's eyes shine with joy.

"Oh, believe me, I sort of got that the gazillionth time you asked. Or made soul crushing sighs while riding in the back. If you'd came as Air Force, you'd have been piloting since day one."

True, that had stung, having to wait until Caldwell caved to Rodney's argument that they'd need all gene personnel, especially ex-pilots, trained on the jumpers in case of an emergency. But it was done now, and he'd just had his first ride so it was okay.

"Yeah, but if I'd been back as Air Force, I wouldn't have risked doing this," John says.

He puts the Gateship on autopilot and slinks out of his seat to kneel in front of Rodney, sliding his hands up Rodney's thighs. As a civil consultant, he can though, and doesn't pass an opportunity to do so. Rodney rakes his fingers in John's hair and chuckles.

"Admit it, the flying got you horny, you pervert."

John fakes innocence up at Rodney, trying not to laugh.

"Who, me?" John says with a hand over his heart.

"Yeah, right, and that was just a gun in your pocket. I'm on to you, John Sheppard. Should I get jealous of a spaceship?"

John starts to undo Rodney's belt, eager to get this party going. He shrugs.

"Nah. Unless the Ancients included really really cool gadgets," John says, waggling his eyebrows, and laughs when Rodney cuffs him behind the head.

"Oh, shut up and blow me," Rodney replies, more fond than anything.

John gropes Rodney through his BDU's, eliciting a moan and he grins up at him. Rodney's so easy to please, always eager for sex. He does his best to look imperturbable and jaded, but Rodney hides a deep need for human contact. Or, as John likes to imagine when he gets a bit possessive, maybe it's just John that Rodney can't get enough of.

Right now Rodney's looking at John with a bemused expression, wide eyed and hungry for him. John always had a pretty low sex drive in general - he often had long periods of time without getting any and never was particularly miffed about it - but since they’ve gotten together they've been fucking like bunnies. Rodney is insatiable, or so it seems. It works out well because there's something visceral in John that wants to please Rodney, give more, all of himself in a way he hasn't felt for a long time with a partner. To say they're compatible in bed is an understatement, sparks fly, but it's the never ending want that claws at John's insides that surprises him every single time, how he can barely keep his hands off the man.

It's a well known fact that Rodney has an out of proportion ego, but as far as John is concerned, he's fully entitled to it. When Rodney had said casually to John on their first time "Don't worry, I'll figure that whole gay sex thing soon enough,” he wasn't lying. John had been the first gay experience to previous closeted guys before, but he'd never known someone who jumped into everything with such gusto and lack of fear. Practice makes perfect seems to be Rodney's motto and frankly, after only a couple of weeks, Rodney is already a pro at giving head and reduces John to jelly as often as he can. On the other hand, John has his pride and a bit of a competitive streak, so now that he's kneeling on the floor before Rodney and about to give him a blow job, he's going to make sure it's one to remember.

"I can see you plotting my demise by sex overload, you know," Rodney says, breathy and combing his fingers through John's hair.

John hums his agreement as he unbuttons Rodney's fly, then drags pants and boxers down when Rodney obligingly slightly lifts his ass from the co-pilot seat.

"You know me so well," John says, smiling up once more, stroking with loose fingers up and down Rodney's beautiful cock, thick and solid just like the man.

"I'll lower myself to express one of the oldest cliché in the book, but that would be a good way to go!" Rodney says. "Sure beats Wraiths, Replicators, hostile natives or..."

"Shut up Rodney, you're killing the mood here," John says, which is a lie but he loves when Rodney splutters and gulps, trying to bottle up all of those words that want to spill out. It's a losing battle, every single time.

John finally closes his mouth over the tip of Rodney's cock and slides down, sucking just a little and tries to relax his jaw. He wants to make this last, slow and careful, bring Rodney slowly towards release. He's got all day if that's what it takes. John barely moves his hand, keeps Rodney's dick angled just right as he licks and sucks lightly, teasingly, which makes Rodney moan and gasp. As John thought, Rodney starts talking again after a couple of minutes, praises him, tells John how good it is, how beautiful he looks, how he could do this all day, all the time.

The floor is unforgivably hard under his knees but John tries to put it in the background and concentrates on the feel and taste of Rodney, how he moves slightly, not daring to fuck his mouth. Rodney scratches his nails on John's scalp, following a pattern that goes from his nape to behind his ear in a way that seems mindless at first but there's a rhythm there, following John's movements. Once he has noticed it, John cannot stop focusing on it and it's like it sends a continuous loop of sensation from his brain to his dick, back and forth, just like fucking and it makes his whole head tingle. Combined with sucking cock, which John loves, it makes him suddenly all hot and bothered and wanting to come nownownow when only a minute ago he could have blown Rodney for hours.

John groans around Rodney, a sound that even to his own ears is desperate and hitching. Because he must do something, anything, John lowers a hand to undo his pants. He needs to jack off, come on the jumper floor if that's what it takes, and god, just the idea that he's having sex in a space ship makes him uncoordinated and clumsy.

"Jesus, you're so fucking hot. Look so good sucking my dick," Rodney says, making John moan some more and Rodney tugs gently on his hair. "Hey, hey, up here, I'll help you."

John let's go of Rodney's cock with regret, but it will be more efficient if he just concentrates on the damn BDU buttons with two hands and whatever is left of his brain cells. Rodney, who's strong as fuck when he decides to be physical, all but lifts him off the floor, and John grunts at the pain as his knees unlock. Rodney props him on the Gateship sort of dashboard before starting to undo the reluctant fastenings himself. He doesn't stop at freeing John's erection, though, because as soon as it's out of his pants - John crying out when Rodney's strong hand closes around him - Rodney bends forward on his seat and swallows his dick whole.

"Holy fuck!" John says at the sensation overload of Rodney's mouth that's hot and wet and perfect, going from desperate to right the fuck there, pulsing into Rodney's throat in no time at all. Rodney's humming, pleased that he managed to get John totally undone in less than fifteen seconds. It's good though, so good and John wonders if his bones will rearrange so he fits perfectly over the console, leaning down and looking out, seeing nothing but the darkness of space and the pinpricks of stars. It's beautiful.

Rodney lets him enjoy his afterglow, resting his head on John's thigh and absentmindedly runs his palms lightly on John legs as he soothes him down. When John finally manages to stop looking outside, he cranes his neck up a bit to look down at the top of Rodney's head and combs his fingers in the fine hair. It makes Rodney roll his head into the touch like a cat and look up at him: Rodney's eyes are sparkling and his smile is happy, not even smug like John expected to see. He straightens up only to sit back in his seat, smile turning sly now.

"You kinky son of a bitch," Rodney says. "Don't imagine we'll be able to borrow the Gateships for sexcapades whenever you feel like it."

John laughs and he props himself on his elbows, looking at the scene before him. Waist up, apart from his mussed hair and the flush high on his cheek, nothing is really out of the usual as far as Rodney is concerned. But respectability goes out the window at the whole picture, with Rodney's pants and boxers still bunched around his shins, cock hard and dark curling to his belly.

"It wouldn't it be a thrill if we could do it all the time, anyway," John says. But they are doing it now, and things are not over yet. "None the less, the christening of this puddlejumper should be done properly."

Rodney rolls his eyes at John's name for the little spaceships but he smirks right back.

"Oh really?" Rodney says. "I thought I made you see stars. In my book, that's pretty good."

John laughs and sits up, toeing off his boots - good thing he never laces them properly. Then he loses the pants and boxers, and takes the little travel size bottle of lube he put in one of his pant pockets this morning. Yes, he had hoped for something like this, John never denied that he has a spacecraft kink. Rodney looks at him with renewed hunger and John marvels at his calm; Rodney must be aching from being hard without coming through all of this.

"It was great, but nothing says it can't get even better," John says, picking up the conversation again and climbs on Rodney's lap, glad that he can put his knees on either sides of Rodney's thighs at the very least. If possible, Rodney's eyes become darker, and he raises John's t-shirt until he's able to pull it off, throwing it aside, then skids his hands on John's chest and ribs, before licking at one of John’s nipples. John groans, and while Rodney licks and kisses to his content, he opens the little bottle of lube, leans back and start to stretch himself, doing a fast work of it since he's still pretty relaxed from the fucking they did that morning and his recent orgasm.

"I've never, ever, seen anything as hot as this. Fuck," Rodney says, pulling back to watch him avidly.

John caps the bottle and tugs a bit at Rodney's hips so he moves closer to the edge of his seat, until John has room enough to position himself while Rodney holds his cock up. The seat is a bit too narrow and the position is not the most comfortable in the first place, but all of those points are rendered moot when John starts to lower himself on Rodney, slowly but surely getting down with increasing rocking motions. It's good, very good, Rodney's thick cock breaching him in the perfect way. John's resting his forearms on Rodney's shoulder, and they are both looking down at their laps, cheek against cheek, entranced by the view. Rodney's breath is coming in short hot gasps against John's jaw and he's desperately trying to lift his hips up for more as John slowly takes him in. It's hot as hell and Rodney's hands are skidding on John's rib cage, sometimes stopping to grip him at the hips, but then they are in motion again.

"Jesus, so good John..." Rodney all but slurs, pleasure drunk and hoarse.

The whole situation and Rodney's cock now nudging against his sweet spot makes a zing of pleasure shoot up John's spine as his own dick starts to fill again. He moans, and if John didn't expect to get another orgasm out of this, now that it seems a possibility, he wants it bad.

"Fuck yeah," John says with a forceful push that takes him the rest of the way down.

Once there he stops for a while, getting his bearings back. Rodney grunts, obviously restraining himself from moving while John adjusts, but to be patient looks like an effort. To be honest, being patient is always hard for Rodney, in everything.

"Just a sec..." John says, and just as he's starting to push on his leg to lift up, a voice startles them.

"Gateship 2, come in."

John freezes, heart hammering and Rodney makes a sound that's mostly a squeak that John will never let him live down. Since John's supposed to be piloting and he thinks that he's got the best chance to sound close to normal, he reaches back to push a button on the controls, which makes Rodney's eyes squeeze shut at the change of position and a sharp new burst of pleasure travels right through John.

"Atlantis, this is Gateship 2. Is there a problem?" John says in a mostly steady voice.

"No problem, Mr Sheppard. We've noted that the gateship has been in orbit with no apparent activity for more than an hour now. " The are you in difficulty? is implied.

He grins at Rodney, but fuck, what a scare. John's pretty sure there are no cameras putting their little show on display in the control room, thank god. Rodney has gained a bit of his composure back and, while kneading at John's thighs a bit compulsively, he pipes up.

"That's ridiculous," Rodney says. "We might not be doing acrobatics, but that doesn't mean we're doing nothing or are dead in space! We've been running diagnostics on a slew of all new systems Sheppard has managed to make appear with his magic gene."

John straightens up again, and then sinks down fast on Rodney's cock, making him do a strangled sound as he bites his hand not to shout. John barely resists crying out himself, and his dick is now back to full mast, throbbing at the unexpected thrill of being possibly overheard. He takes a breath as the technician on the other side of the comm line makes a vague apology.

"No problem, we're doing fine. Right, Rodney?" John says, amenable.

Shooting him a murderous look, especially as John doesn't stop moving to let him reply, Rodney does a dirty move of his own by wrapping his big hand around John's cock and pulls at it in exactly the way John didn’t know he needed right now.

"Yes, yes, we're doing awesomely. Of course we are," Rodney says to the tech with a little smirk as John almost chokes on the sounds that want to spill out.

Rodney's definitely not playing fair now, jacking John in earnest with a delicious twist of the wrist every time he reaches the tip. John is all but vibrating with the onslaught of pleasure from Rodney's dick in his ass and the fist he's fucking into. There's a couple more words exchanged between Rodney and whomever is on the radio, but John's not paying attention anymore, focused on the rhythm they've fallen into, prefect and oh so good. He's careful with the sounds though, up until he realizes that Rodney's not holding back anymore and is praising him again, which must mean they're back to only the two of them.

"God, John, yeah, come on, come again, I want to feel you..." Rodney croons, not missing a beat, tweaking one of John's nipples with his free hand which almost does it.

It's not that John doesn't want to come right now, he does so much, he can't think of anything better, but it's good, so good, building up like waves upon waves. He closes his eyes and lets his forehead fall on Rodney's shoulder, nose in the crook of his neck, riding Rodney's cock hard and feeling every inch of him. Rodney's hand has left his chest and is resting on John's lower back now, hot and comforting at the same time and the solidity of it, the certainty that Rodney has him and won't let him splinter apart is the nudge John needs to finally let go. All of the energy that has been slowly building is ripped out of John at once, a rapid shift of potential and he's coming, crying out and then biting Rodney's shoulder as his body seizes and convulses in the best way possible.

It's no black out, but a quick wash of light and when the bulk of it has passed, John's forcing himself to straighten up to look at Rodney, wants to see him fall apart too. He's almost as limp as a noodle and can't really move anymore, so Rodney, who'd let him roll with most of his climax, grips John's hips solidly and he's manhandled up a bit. The next thing he knows, Rodney's bucking up into him hard and fast. He's not talking anymore, jaw clenched with the exertion of fucking John properly in this position, panting and making little growly noises that are sex incarnate. John's hanging on the best he can, gripping Rodney's upper arms.

John wants to tell Rodney how great he looks right now, how good this is, the sex of course but not just that, how John's pretty sure he's in love with him. But he just doesn't know how to, and the words get all jumbled as they come out, cheapened into becoming banalities and animalistic sounds that would not be out of place in bad porn.

Rodney's movements become more forceful and erratic and he finally tenses up and comes, throwing his head back hard against his seat which barely seems to register at all. John forces his eyes to stay open and focused, greedily taking in every detail, tremor and expression of bliss on Rodney’s face. He's drinking it all in and John can't help but feel it too as after-shocks of pleasure still pulse through his body at any minute movement inside him. After stilling for a couple of seconds, Rodney slumps down like a puppet whose strings have been cut, panting hard. When he slowly slits his eyes open afterwards, blue eyes unfocused but still almost all pupils, John can't help but grin at him.

"That was awesome," John declares, bending forward to link his arms around Rodney's neck, kissing him softly on the lips. He's about to pull back when Rodney puts a hand on his nape to keep John in place and kisses him some more, licking into John's mouth slow like molasses.

It's pretty rare that Rodney's quiet, but he is now and John feels the need to fill the void when they part to breathe.

"So good, Rodney," he whispers against Rodney's cheek. "So good to me, with me."

And that's about all he can manage, it's the best he can do, and John hopes that Rodney gets that it means more.

Since he's crushed into a strong embrace for his effort, he's hopeful that the message got through.

***

He tries to hide it, but John is so tense, he's afraid that he's going to snap like a rubber band. Oh, he has experienced the nerves of meeting past girlfriends families before, but it's been a very long time since he's done it and somehow it had never mattered all that much before. He'd always charmed the moms almost effortlessly and if the dads were generally a lot more skeptic of the boy their precious little girls brought home, John knew how to say all of the right things with appropriate deference. But Rodney's sister? John didn't quite know how he'd deal with her, especially since he worried that he'd forever be the man who turned Rodney gay in her eyes. He usually loved being Rodney's first boyfriend, but right now it made John nervous.

"Are you worrying again? Oh, please," Rodney says, rolling his eyes.

That's another thing that annoys John. Since when has Rodney gotten so good at reading his moods?

"Oh shut up," he grumbles. He's worried Jeannie's not going to like him, sue him.

"I don't know why you're even nervous about this. She'll love you, everyone loves you," Rodney says.

That makes John snort laugh.

"You're projecting, there, Rodney," he says fondly.

Rodney gives him a sidelong smile, which has John grinning in return. They're following a well worn dirt road, the planet reminding John of a little place in Kansas, soft hills covered with high grass and wild flowers with forest in the middle distance. It's a gorgeous day, in the late seventies and the sun is shining. He can understand why this planet had been one of the ones chosen to evacuate some people from Earth while the Croatoan infection got dealt with.

"I like the place," John says.

"Walking to town was a stalling tactic, right?" Rodney asks, sighing as he adjusts his backpack. "It would have been just as pretty seen from the nice Humvee."

"Quite whining, McKay," John chides, even if it's kind of true. "You said it was just two kilometres, will only do you good."

They do the rest of the trek mostly in silence, interrupted here and there by Rodney randomly thinking of something he'll need to check or try when back on Atlantis. They might be technically on vacation, but Rodney's work brain never totally shuts off. Mainly, John just enjoys the sun and the fresh air. It's something still new and exciting, visiting alien planets. Maybe he should ask to be put on rotation in a gate team more. Rodney usually complains that field work takes him away from his important work, but he likes it too, it would be fun to be part of a team, together.

Soon enough, they reach a little town almost entirely made of identical little prefab houses, which gives it the feel of one of those mushroom villages that sometimes pop up near a mine or an industry in the middle of nowhere. The streets are perfectly crisscrossed like a grid, with the stores and services in the middle. A couple of army vehicles are parked here and there, but most people seem to be using bicycles to get around, sometimes with those big baskets to carry the groceries or whatever. From what he can see, the power comes mostly from solar panels on the houses and John wonders if starting over with a clean slate on a new planet is not a good idea, after all.

Rodney doesn't stop to chat with anyone, even if they're being looked at with curiosity. John figures that most people are avid to have news from Earth, and whenever someone manages to catch his eyes he nods and smiles slightly in greeting. Suddenly he can't wait to be in a house and not be looked at like the novelty of the day. When Rodney finally points to a little house just like the others, saying that's it, John's more relieved than nervous.

Immediately as she opens the door, Jeannie squeals and then wraps Rodney in a hug. It makes John smile, especially to see how it makes Rodney splutter but then hug back just as fiercely. Proving that things are constant when you're a McKay, she then proceeds to show how much she cares and was worried by insulting her brother.

"Finally, oh my god, you idiot, would it kill you to send news more often? I've been dreading opening a door to a guy in uniform who would tell me you died out there," she says, letting go of Rodney to hit him behind the head. She then hugs him again.

"Sorry, sorry, I tried, but it's not as easy as you think! I'm in another galaxy, for god's sake!" Rodney mutters, with less vehemence than he'd normally use.

Once Jeannie seems to have hugged her fill of Rodney, for now, she takes a step back, examining him critically, then her eyes slide to John who feels himself grow tense under the laser blue scrutiny. It's quite unnerving how much she seems to see right through him, like Rodney sometimes does.

"You're lucky I'm happy to see you. You brought a friend?" she says, smiling at John, being friendly and curious, but the tone of her voice seems to imply that she's surprised, as if Rodney doesn't normally bring friends over to visit.

"Um, yes, yes. Jeannie, this is my boyfriend, John Sheppard," Rodney blurts out, no pussying around and John didn't quite expect it to be said that way. He hopes he's not blushing too much as her eyebrows shoot up and then she assesses John in a whole new way, giving him a once over that would make marines proud.

"Boyfriend, huh?" The good thing is that she looks more amused than anything. "Well that's a surprise."

As one could expect, Rodney kinds of bristles at that.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he says, frowning.

By habit, John puts a hand on Rodney's lower back, trying to calm him but Jeannie just rolls her eyes.

"I didn't say it was a bad thing, moron. I don't care who you fuck," she says, before smiling brightly at John, whose ears must be bright red by now. "Hi John, I'm happy to meet you."

"Same here," he manages to say, at least, and doesn't quite know if he should reach for a kiss on a cheek or something when Jeannie takes the matter in her own hands and hugs the hell out of him. It's pretty unsettling and he pats her lightly on the back, but smiles as she lets him go. Do not show fear, or they'll get you. That's his motto for the moment.

"Come in! The girls will be thrilled to see you. Mer!" She then cries out, as they enter the living room. "Girls! Your uncle Mer is here!"

There are squeals of delight that make Rodney look a bit panicky and from the back of the house comes the sound of little feet stampeding as 3 little girls, two blonds and a brunette, appear and aim for Rodney like Scuds. But as soon as she sees John, the one with brown hair just stops short. John doesn't know who's the most surprised, him or Anna - because she might be taller but it's definitely her - big black eyes opened wide, pink little mouth in a perfect 'o' and curly brown hair. Her hesitation lasts only a second, and with a high pitched scream of "Mister John!" Anna launches herself at John who manages to catch her without falling on his back. Somehow, she jumped high enough so she's got her legs securely around his waist and she's hugging him so hard around the neck John's got problems breathing. Okay, so the breathing problem might not be all because she's cutting off his airways.

"Mister John, Mister John! I knew you'd come, I've told everyone!" she babbles and John laughs, rubbing her back and kisses her hair.

"Hey Squirt! Yeah, sorry it took so long." If his voice is a little rough, it's out of his control.

He turns to Rodney, who's going to have a piece of his mind later for not letting him know in order to prepare for this. Seems Rodney's got his armful of a little girl too, plus a bonus one clinging to his leg like a koala which should not be such an adorable look for him. He's grinning, visibly proud of his little surprise and John cannot quite manage to be mad at him for it. When John had started calling Rodney after getting in Camp Chitaqua, he'd asked if Anna was safe, which he was assured of, but he'd never wanted to know more since he still felt guilty for abandoning her.

"It's okay," Anna says, way too seriously for a girl who's what, 8? 9? She's gotten so big, although she's light as a bird. She slacks her embrace a bit, then looks at him. "So, did you kill all of the bad guys?"

John shakes his head.

"Nah, not quite. But it's getting better, and pretty soon they'll be gone." He hopes so, at least. The last reports were encouraging. "So, you live around here, Squirt?"

Anna frowns as if confused.

"Well yeah!" she says, as if it's a stupid question. Then her face lights up. "Oh you mean my room? It's upstairs! Come, come, I'll show you!"

With that she wiggles to get down and John puts her on the floor, mind reeling at the implication. If she lives here, with Jeannie, that means Rodney didn't just put her out of harm's way, but confided her to his own sister, which is frankly amazing. He looks at Rodney again, flabbergasted, and hopes he'll manage to show him later how much this means. Smiling fondly, Rodney makes shooing motions so John goes with Anna, who's tugging at his hand towards the stairs.

John follows Anna, half listening to her babbling,

"I have my own room, and I chose the colors and the decoration myself! You know, it's not easy to.."

John doesn't mean to drown her out, but his other ear catches Jeannie as she teases Rodney.

"Really, Mer, The Mister John?" she says, putting emphasis on 'the' as if she's had earfuls about him, "how do you dare steal your niece's future husband?" which about makes John trip on a stair.

"Oh, shut up," Rodney says. "She's going to have to let go of that stupid crush, anyway. He's mine mine mine," Rodney sing songs, making Jeannie laugh and John smile.

It seems that Anna was too busy telling him all about her room to hear that, and is now proudly opening her door, showing her frighteningly purple domain. She lets go of John's hand to run towards the back wall, bending down to what looks like a cage. Curious, John goes near.

"Who's that?" he asks, as she opens it, then grabs a big ball of black fur.

She turns to him, and he sees that it's one of those six legs rabbits, like in that picture he'd seen that one time and it makes him smile. Anna grins in return.

"His name is John."

He can't help but laugh.

The End

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