Fic: "Everything I do", SGA, John/Rodney, G
Title: Everything I do
Character/Pairing: McKay/Sheppard, Ronon
Word count/Rating: 800 words, Rated G
Summary: John is not dating Rodney, to his chagrin, but he's whipped anyway.
A/N: For ohcaitlynne at the sgoc who loves when John pines... I hope you like it! Many thanks to jaydblu for looking the fic over for me ♥.
"You're drinking too much of this stuff," Ronon says as John makes himself a coffee.
"I do not," he protests. "Two, three a day tops."
John is stirring some cream in when he happens to look towards the mess hall's door and sees Lorne and Parrish walk in. They're a little too close, definitely moving in sync and when Lorne gestures to Parrish to get in the breakfast line before him there's more than just politeness and friendship in his gaze. It's so adorable it makes John feel sick: he wants something like that, too.
A look at the tables reveal more couples, official or otherwise, and John wonders when he became one of those people who define happiness by having someone to share your life. He's been single and content for a long time and most of his relationships have gone bad, so why now? The answer walks into the room, coming straight towards him and John knows better than to stand between Rodney and coffee. In fact, he gives Rodney his own, knowing perfectly well that it's pathetic that he started taking his coffee like Rodney loves it months ago just because it's easier to do little gestures like this.
"There," he says, offering the cup.
John does it for the smiles, he remembers as Rodney beams at him and John's heart flips. He's so truly whipped. Ronon knows it too, as evidenced by the rising eyebrow, and John glares a little since it's not funny.
"Thank you!" Rodney says gratefully then starts inhaling the coffee while John makes two more cups and both Ronon and Rodney snatch honey-glazed donuts. When Rodney's done with the first coffee and the donut has disappeared, John gives him his second cup and gathers his files as they leave towards the meeting room.
Rodney hums as he drinks more carefully this time, probably even slow enough to taste it.
"I just can't understand how it is that you don't have a girlfriend," Rodney says, playful now that he's had sugar and is on his way to properly caffeinated.
That hits a little bit too close to home and John hopes his smile doesn't look as fake as it is.
"I'd be a fabulous boyfriend," he manages to reply.
"He already is," Ronon says and Rodney stops dead in his tracks, gaping.
John punches Ronon in the arm, hard, he deserves it so much. Especially when he starts snickering like a 12 years old.
"Shut up."
"What?" Rodney says, eyes jumping from John to Ronon and God, he totally understood that wrong.
"Not me," Ronon says, though he's still smiling. "He's making the coffee for you, McKay."
"Oh Jesus Christ," John says, hanging his head low and wishing that his hands were free so he could facepalm. Or possibly that the floors could open up and swallow him whole. Maybe Atlantis could do this for him? The lights dim a little, but that's it. And Ronon's still laughing as he saunters away.
"Hum, John?" Rodney asks and reluctantly John looks up, wondering how would be the best way to brush this off as a joke. The thing is that Rodney looks intrigued, if still a little shocked. "Is it true? You can't be interested in me, right?"
It's said in a way that is so casually self-depreciating that it angers John and he can't help himself.
"Why not you?" he asks, tilting his head to the side. "Who knows, maybe I have a thing for guys with muscles and brains."
Rodney gapes some more and that's enough embarrassment for one day, John decides as he turns and tries to flee with no more damage. Rodney stops him with a death grip on his arm.
"Wait wait wait," Rodney says and he's turning John around. He's a bit wide eyed, just like when he's going to do something stupidly brave to save all of their lives. "Maybe I have a thing for hot Colonels; it's been known to happen."
John can't help but snort laugh at that.
"Generally blonde and female," he says, starting to hope this is going somewhere.
Rodney shrugs.
"Which doesn't mean I don't appreciate other models of Colonels," he says. "In fact, I am very fond of... you know..." Rodney punctuates his declaration with a little gesture that encompasses pretty much all of John.
"Good," John says, knowing he's smiling wide enough to look goofy. "How about we discuss this later? We're getting late."
Rodney grins right back, all but bouncing on his toes.
"Excellent. Now come on," he says, pulling John along by the arm he never let go of. "I've got a meeting to get rid of as soon as possible."
John lets himself be dragged and when they enter the room and Ronon winks at them, John smiles and mouths a heartfelt "thank you".
The End
Character/Pairing: McKay/Sheppard, Ronon
Word count/Rating: 800 words, Rated G
Summary: John is not dating Rodney, to his chagrin, but he's whipped anyway.
A/N: For ohcaitlynne at the sgoc who loves when John pines... I hope you like it! Many thanks to jaydblu for looking the fic over for me ♥.
"You're drinking too much of this stuff," Ronon says as John makes himself a coffee.
"I do not," he protests. "Two, three a day tops."
John is stirring some cream in when he happens to look towards the mess hall's door and sees Lorne and Parrish walk in. They're a little too close, definitely moving in sync and when Lorne gestures to Parrish to get in the breakfast line before him there's more than just politeness and friendship in his gaze. It's so adorable it makes John feel sick: he wants something like that, too.
A look at the tables reveal more couples, official or otherwise, and John wonders when he became one of those people who define happiness by having someone to share your life. He's been single and content for a long time and most of his relationships have gone bad, so why now? The answer walks into the room, coming straight towards him and John knows better than to stand between Rodney and coffee. In fact, he gives Rodney his own, knowing perfectly well that it's pathetic that he started taking his coffee like Rodney loves it months ago just because it's easier to do little gestures like this.
"There," he says, offering the cup.
John does it for the smiles, he remembers as Rodney beams at him and John's heart flips. He's so truly whipped. Ronon knows it too, as evidenced by the rising eyebrow, and John glares a little since it's not funny.
"Thank you!" Rodney says gratefully then starts inhaling the coffee while John makes two more cups and both Ronon and Rodney snatch honey-glazed donuts. When Rodney's done with the first coffee and the donut has disappeared, John gives him his second cup and gathers his files as they leave towards the meeting room.
Rodney hums as he drinks more carefully this time, probably even slow enough to taste it.
"I just can't understand how it is that you don't have a girlfriend," Rodney says, playful now that he's had sugar and is on his way to properly caffeinated.
That hits a little bit too close to home and John hopes his smile doesn't look as fake as it is.
"I'd be a fabulous boyfriend," he manages to reply.
"He already is," Ronon says and Rodney stops dead in his tracks, gaping.
John punches Ronon in the arm, hard, he deserves it so much. Especially when he starts snickering like a 12 years old.
"Shut up."
"What?" Rodney says, eyes jumping from John to Ronon and God, he totally understood that wrong.
"Not me," Ronon says, though he's still smiling. "He's making the coffee for you, McKay."
"Oh Jesus Christ," John says, hanging his head low and wishing that his hands were free so he could facepalm. Or possibly that the floors could open up and swallow him whole. Maybe Atlantis could do this for him? The lights dim a little, but that's it. And Ronon's still laughing as he saunters away.
"Hum, John?" Rodney asks and reluctantly John looks up, wondering how would be the best way to brush this off as a joke. The thing is that Rodney looks intrigued, if still a little shocked. "Is it true? You can't be interested in me, right?"
It's said in a way that is so casually self-depreciating that it angers John and he can't help himself.
"Why not you?" he asks, tilting his head to the side. "Who knows, maybe I have a thing for guys with muscles and brains."
Rodney gapes some more and that's enough embarrassment for one day, John decides as he turns and tries to flee with no more damage. Rodney stops him with a death grip on his arm.
"Wait wait wait," Rodney says and he's turning John around. He's a bit wide eyed, just like when he's going to do something stupidly brave to save all of their lives. "Maybe I have a thing for hot Colonels; it's been known to happen."
John can't help but snort laugh at that.
"Generally blonde and female," he says, starting to hope this is going somewhere.
Rodney shrugs.
"Which doesn't mean I don't appreciate other models of Colonels," he says. "In fact, I am very fond of... you know..." Rodney punctuates his declaration with a little gesture that encompasses pretty much all of John.
"Good," John says, knowing he's smiling wide enough to look goofy. "How about we discuss this later? We're getting late."
Rodney grins right back, all but bouncing on his toes.
"Excellent. Now come on," he says, pulling John along by the arm he never let go of. "I've got a meeting to get rid of as soon as possible."
John lets himself be dragged and when they enter the room and Ronon winks at them, John smiles and mouths a heartfelt "thank you".
The End