Get him the fuck out, Radek.  Save Colonel from certain wet and sloshy doom.  Why not?  How difficult could it be?

Despite my confident words, very, very difficult.

Rodney was, in some ways, my inferior.  Yes, it’s true.  Unfortunately, I am forced to admit that all those ways are invariably linked to his ego.  When it came to sheer unadulterated ( Read more... )

Rodney said things he didn’t mean all the time; he also didn’t always say the things he did actually mean, not verbally anyway. He said them with a quirk of his lips and the bright humor behind his wry blue eyes.  I was usually amused by the first and blown away by the last.

What Rodney was saying now though was scary as hell.  And what he wasn’t ( Read more... )

“Radek, cut it out,” I insisted as the Czech bullied me away from the controls and the gate shut down before the third chevron could lock in place. With a frustrated growl I tried to wiggle in front of him only to receive an elbow to the ribs. The man was small but wiry and had pointy little bones to boot.

“No, Rodney, you are to cut it out. Okay? ( Read more... )

Two days of hell, literal hell, and now a smudge in Rodney’s brain.  His fucking brain.  What made Rodney Rodney.  Brilliant, smug, impatient, megalomaniac…what made him like chocolate and butterscotch pudding, but hate vanilla.  What made him the most exasperating son of a bitch in this particular galaxy and all of those things made him the love ( Read more... )

“That,” I told them, unable to stop my grimace, “is not supposed to be there.”

Two sets of eyes widened in alarm at my statement.  Rodney’s mouth opened and closed several times as he moved closer to the Colonel without even realizing he was doing it.  And with that same instinctual reaction, Sheppard’s arm went protectively around his shoulder.  ( Read more... )

Waking up in a Jumper wasn’t a new experience for me, nor was waking up to John’s voice.  But waking up to his voice but not him was a little disconcerting.  What was more disconcerting was the fact that instead of staring at a head full of unruly dark hair attached to an air force officer, I was staring at black combat boots attached to a marine… ( Read more... )

The Goon’s Guide to Mind Control

with a bonus chapter on Svengali because Geeks love party tricks

mind  (m ī nd) noun, 1. The collective conscious and unconscious processes in a sentient organism that direct and influence mental and physical behavior. 2. A person of great mental ability. Verb, 1. To take notice; give heed. 2. To behave obediently. 3 ( Read more... )

I yell a lot.

Even during a normal day in the lab with no major meltdowns, or near death experiences, or crises, I yell.  A lot.  And everyone knows it.  John, Carson, Radek, the rest of my team, all the scientists and even the military, which might explain why I had screamed myself hoarse and the sergeant guarding my Wraith cage hadn’t even ( Read more... )

I felt bad, I really did. Having Rodney dragged to the brig wasn’t one of my finest moments. And dragged was the operative word. Dragged kicking, yelling, and all but foaming at the mouth. That wasn’t what bothered me. Hell, subtract the dragging part and that was Rodney nearly every minute of every day.

No, it was the look in his eye. The nakedly ( Read more... )

a/n  Before anyone gets too excited, we just wanted to let you know that this isn’t going to be a full blown fic.  We’re actually working on that in between the chaos that is our real lives.  But we’ve been horribly lax in updating the LJ so we decided on a minificlet to pass the time until we can finish the big one.

“Rodney, open this goddamn door ( Read more... )