Fic: Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous
Title: Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous
Author:
greenconverses
Word Count: 1,459
Rating: PG-13 for a little language
Pairing: John/Teyla, Ronon/Keller/Rodney?
Prompt: JEM and the Holograms AU
Warnings: None
Notes: Probably not as cracktastic as it could've been, but I've been in a writing funk lately and finals are fast approaching. Here is what I humbly have to offer! And I'm a little late. Sorry!
Summary: Teyla knew picking up the phone had been a bad idea - Rod was never conscious before three in the afternoon, much less up to calling her office at ten in the morning.
“Ronon and Jenn broke up again.”
Teyla barely held back her groan at the sound of Rod McKay’s voice. She knew picking up the phone had been a bad idea - Rod was never conscious before three in the afternoon, much less up to calling her office at ten in the morning.
“What are they fighting about now?” Teyla asked wearily, pulling her copy of USA Today over. She flipped to the Life section and skimmed the headlines, hoping this recent bout of trouble hadn’t reached the media already.
“How should I know? I’m not one of their obsessive groupies who makes online posts every ten seconds about their relationship - ”
“Rod,” she warned, leaning back in her chair. “I do not have the patience to deal with your bullshit today. Tell me the truth or hang up.”
“Geez, ball busting much?” he asked, sounding momentarily cowed. “Ronon’s just being an idiot. He thinks Jenn and I have a thing going on behind his back.”
“Do you?”
“No! Well, here was just that one time on tour when we got completely trashed and we made out, but that was at least two years ago! She finally told him about it because she wants to be ‘completely honest’ with him and he threw a fit. We’re going to have to get another drum set because he trashed the other one - ”
Teyla swore into the phone, glancing skyward for a moment. As much as she adored The Lanteans, they were some of the most difficult people in the music business to deal with.
“Rod, you are in charge of damage control today. You call Jenn and tell her to stay the hell away from her MySpace account. And then you are going to stick to Ronon for the rest of the day - ”
“He wants to kill me! And isn’t this what we pay your boyfriend to do?”
“ - and make sure he stays completely sober. I do not care if you have to dump all the alcohol in his apartment down the drain, he is not touching one drop until the show is over tonight. I do not want a repeat of last year’s Live Earth catastrophe,” Teyla said, overriding him. “If I see even a hint of this on TMZ or Perez Hilton today, I am going to - ”
“Kick all our asses, yeah I know,” Rod sighed and paused for a moment. “I suppose this isn’t the best time to tell you that Atlantis has been a bit…ah, tetchy lately, is it?”
Teyla’s eyes narrowed. Atlantis was the name of the high specialized computer that her father had commissioned before his untimely death. It was capable of projecting the some of the most realistic holograms known to man and was the main driving force behind Pegasus Records top group, Emmalyn and The Lanteans.
Rod was the keyboardist for The Lanteans and was also Atlantis’s head technician. He knew how important Atlantis was to success of the band and if something was up with the programming before tonight’s concert…
“What do you mean by tetchy?”
“Emmalyn’s hologram started flickering last night during practice - which you missed, by the way - and our costume changes have been taking longer than normal,” he said in a rush. “There’s a couple other problems too.”
“I want to hear from you as soon as you get those fixed.”
“Christ, why don’t you just ask me to make the Earth in seven days while you’re at it?
Teyla hung up the phone before the urge to scream overpowered her. Her shoulders slumped and she buried her head into her hands.
Of course everything would go wrong today, the last day of merger talks between Genii Underground and Pegasus United. The last thing the already skittish Laden Radim needed to know was that The Lanteans was coming apart at the seams. Concert and records sales were already at an all-time low for the group, and things weren’t looking too pleasant for the rest of the company either. The Lanteans were all Pegasus had left since the split with their sister company, HIVE Records.
Michael Kenmore, the clever bastard behind the break-up, was probably in his office at HIVE, laughing diabolically right now. She hated that man…
“You look like you could use a mid-morning pick-me up.”
Teyla glanced up in surprise. She hadn’t heard him come in, but John Sheppard was standing in front of her desk - looking handsome as usual in a black suit with a blue tie - and two cups of glorious Starbucks in his hands.
“I think I love you,” she said, staring at the cups hungrily.
“I hope you’re not just saying that because I’m bribing you with your favorite chai tea and a chocolate chip muffin,” he replied with a grin, setting the cup and a brown paper bag down in front of her. He sat down in the chair in front of her desk, taking a sip of his coffee. “Because that would just break my heart.”
“Brace yourself for the awful truth then,” Teyla replied, eagerly reaching into the bag for her muffin. “I am only dating you for your excellent Starbucks fetching skills.”
John placed a hand over his heart in mock offense but didn’t say anything more. Teyla took a bit of the muffin and sighed in delight, leaning back in her chair blissfully.
“Your day been so bad already?”
“You haven’t the foggiest. Our stocks are down, Michael Kenmore sent me a hilariously smug email with HIVE’s fourth quarter profits as an attachment, my dry cleaner lost my favorite black dress…Oh, and Rod, Ronon, and Jenn are involved in a ridiculously stupid love triangle,” she said, putting the muffin aside and picking up her cup. “As long as your department can keep that out of the news for at least a week, I will stop from throwing myself off the top of the building.”
John was the head of the Pegasus public relations department and was damn good at his job. He knew how to charm even the most hardened journalist with one crooked smile and could talk his way out of almost anything.
She and John had started dating long before she took over Pegasus Records, and had been friends for far longer. He had been the poor newbie forced to clean up after her irresponsible publicity stunts when she had been a silly socialite, and was one of the reasons she had turned over a new leaf. Still, that didn’t stop tongues from wagging and ugly rumors from starting, especially after John was promoted.
“You’d think those three would get tired of the drama after awhile, but that’s rock stars for you,” he said, glancing over Teyla’s head at The Lanteans poster hanging on her wall. “Funny how Emmalyn always manages to stay out of it.”
The reason Emmalyn was able to avoid the drama her band mates created was because she didn’t exist. Emmalyn Gate, lead singer of The Lanteans and world-wide pop idol, was Teyla’s alter ego, made possible by the Atlantis technology. All she had to do was touch the Pegasus head necklace and whisper, “Show time, Atlantis,” and she’d transform into the glamorous rocker.
John knew nothing of the Atlantis technology or of his girlfriend’s secret identity. She had thought he would figure it out sooner or later - after all, she and Emmalyn didn’t look that different, except for Emmalyn’s bouncing curls and revealing wardrobe. But it had been three years since The Lanteans had come onto the music scene and he was still completely clueless about it.
“Emmalyn has a good head on her shoulders,” Teyla said diplomatically, taking a sip of her coffee and avoiding following his gaze to the poster. “She knows better than to cause a scene.”
“Well, she’s certainly easier to deal with than the rest,” John said, rising from his chair. “I’m going to head down to PR and give them an advanced warning. See you at the briefing at one?”
Teyla nodded and he leaned forward, lips brushing against hers. He tasted like his coffee, slightly bitter but with the tiniest hint of sugar -
Her phone intercom crackled to life and her secretary, Elizabeth Weir, said, “Miss Emmagan, Jennifer Keller is on line one.”
John pulled away and winked at her. He mouthed, “Have a good day,” as he headed toward the door.
“Yeah right,” Teyla muttered, reaching for her phone. “Hi, Jenn. What’s up?”
“What do you mean I have to pull my MySpace rant, Teyla? Do you know what that bastard said to me last night?”
Teyla put her head in her hands. It was just another day in the life of a rockstar.
Author:
greenconverses
Word Count: 1,459
Rating: PG-13 for a little language
Pairing: John/Teyla, Ronon/Keller/Rodney?
Prompt: JEM and the Holograms AU
Warnings: None
Notes: Probably not as cracktastic as it could've been, but I've been in a writing funk lately and finals are fast approaching. Here is what I humbly have to offer! And I'm a little late. Sorry!
Summary: Teyla knew picking up the phone had been a bad idea - Rod was never conscious before three in the afternoon, much less up to calling her office at ten in the morning.
“Ronon and Jenn broke up again.”
Teyla barely held back her groan at the sound of Rod McKay’s voice. She knew picking up the phone had been a bad idea - Rod was never conscious before three in the afternoon, much less up to calling her office at ten in the morning.
“What are they fighting about now?” Teyla asked wearily, pulling her copy of USA Today over. She flipped to the Life section and skimmed the headlines, hoping this recent bout of trouble hadn’t reached the media already.
“How should I know? I’m not one of their obsessive groupies who makes online posts every ten seconds about their relationship - ”
“Rod,” she warned, leaning back in her chair. “I do not have the patience to deal with your bullshit today. Tell me the truth or hang up.”
“Geez, ball busting much?” he asked, sounding momentarily cowed. “Ronon’s just being an idiot. He thinks Jenn and I have a thing going on behind his back.”
“Do you?”
“No! Well, here was just that one time on tour when we got completely trashed and we made out, but that was at least two years ago! She finally told him about it because she wants to be ‘completely honest’ with him and he threw a fit. We’re going to have to get another drum set because he trashed the other one - ”
Teyla swore into the phone, glancing skyward for a moment. As much as she adored The Lanteans, they were some of the most difficult people in the music business to deal with.
“Rod, you are in charge of damage control today. You call Jenn and tell her to stay the hell away from her MySpace account. And then you are going to stick to Ronon for the rest of the day - ”
“He wants to kill me! And isn’t this what we pay your boyfriend to do?”
“ - and make sure he stays completely sober. I do not care if you have to dump all the alcohol in his apartment down the drain, he is not touching one drop until the show is over tonight. I do not want a repeat of last year’s Live Earth catastrophe,” Teyla said, overriding him. “If I see even a hint of this on TMZ or Perez Hilton today, I am going to - ”
“Kick all our asses, yeah I know,” Rod sighed and paused for a moment. “I suppose this isn’t the best time to tell you that Atlantis has been a bit…ah, tetchy lately, is it?”
Teyla’s eyes narrowed. Atlantis was the name of the high specialized computer that her father had commissioned before his untimely death. It was capable of projecting the some of the most realistic holograms known to man and was the main driving force behind Pegasus Records top group, Emmalyn and The Lanteans.
Rod was the keyboardist for The Lanteans and was also Atlantis’s head technician. He knew how important Atlantis was to success of the band and if something was up with the programming before tonight’s concert…
“What do you mean by tetchy?”
“Emmalyn’s hologram started flickering last night during practice - which you missed, by the way - and our costume changes have been taking longer than normal,” he said in a rush. “There’s a couple other problems too.”
“I want to hear from you as soon as you get those fixed.”
“Christ, why don’t you just ask me to make the Earth in seven days while you’re at it?
Teyla hung up the phone before the urge to scream overpowered her. Her shoulders slumped and she buried her head into her hands.
Of course everything would go wrong today, the last day of merger talks between Genii Underground and Pegasus United. The last thing the already skittish Laden Radim needed to know was that The Lanteans was coming apart at the seams. Concert and records sales were already at an all-time low for the group, and things weren’t looking too pleasant for the rest of the company either. The Lanteans were all Pegasus had left since the split with their sister company, HIVE Records.
Michael Kenmore, the clever bastard behind the break-up, was probably in his office at HIVE, laughing diabolically right now. She hated that man…
“You look like you could use a mid-morning pick-me up.”
Teyla glanced up in surprise. She hadn’t heard him come in, but John Sheppard was standing in front of her desk - looking handsome as usual in a black suit with a blue tie - and two cups of glorious Starbucks in his hands.
“I think I love you,” she said, staring at the cups hungrily.
“I hope you’re not just saying that because I’m bribing you with your favorite chai tea and a chocolate chip muffin,” he replied with a grin, setting the cup and a brown paper bag down in front of her. He sat down in the chair in front of her desk, taking a sip of his coffee. “Because that would just break my heart.”
“Brace yourself for the awful truth then,” Teyla replied, eagerly reaching into the bag for her muffin. “I am only dating you for your excellent Starbucks fetching skills.”
John placed a hand over his heart in mock offense but didn’t say anything more. Teyla took a bit of the muffin and sighed in delight, leaning back in her chair blissfully.
“Your day been so bad already?”
“You haven’t the foggiest. Our stocks are down, Michael Kenmore sent me a hilariously smug email with HIVE’s fourth quarter profits as an attachment, my dry cleaner lost my favorite black dress…Oh, and Rod, Ronon, and Jenn are involved in a ridiculously stupid love triangle,” she said, putting the muffin aside and picking up her cup. “As long as your department can keep that out of the news for at least a week, I will stop from throwing myself off the top of the building.”
John was the head of the Pegasus public relations department and was damn good at his job. He knew how to charm even the most hardened journalist with one crooked smile and could talk his way out of almost anything.
She and John had started dating long before she took over Pegasus Records, and had been friends for far longer. He had been the poor newbie forced to clean up after her irresponsible publicity stunts when she had been a silly socialite, and was one of the reasons she had turned over a new leaf. Still, that didn’t stop tongues from wagging and ugly rumors from starting, especially after John was promoted.
“You’d think those three would get tired of the drama after awhile, but that’s rock stars for you,” he said, glancing over Teyla’s head at The Lanteans poster hanging on her wall. “Funny how Emmalyn always manages to stay out of it.”
The reason Emmalyn was able to avoid the drama her band mates created was because she didn’t exist. Emmalyn Gate, lead singer of The Lanteans and world-wide pop idol, was Teyla’s alter ego, made possible by the Atlantis technology. All she had to do was touch the Pegasus head necklace and whisper, “Show time, Atlantis,” and she’d transform into the glamorous rocker.
John knew nothing of the Atlantis technology or of his girlfriend’s secret identity. She had thought he would figure it out sooner or later - after all, she and Emmalyn didn’t look that different, except for Emmalyn’s bouncing curls and revealing wardrobe. But it had been three years since The Lanteans had come onto the music scene and he was still completely clueless about it.
“Emmalyn has a good head on her shoulders,” Teyla said diplomatically, taking a sip of her coffee and avoiding following his gaze to the poster. “She knows better than to cause a scene.”
“Well, she’s certainly easier to deal with than the rest,” John said, rising from his chair. “I’m going to head down to PR and give them an advanced warning. See you at the briefing at one?”
Teyla nodded and he leaned forward, lips brushing against hers. He tasted like his coffee, slightly bitter but with the tiniest hint of sugar -
Her phone intercom crackled to life and her secretary, Elizabeth Weir, said, “Miss Emmagan, Jennifer Keller is on line one.”
John pulled away and winked at her. He mouthed, “Have a good day,” as he headed toward the door.
“Yeah right,” Teyla muttered, reaching for her phone. “Hi, Jenn. What’s up?”
“What do you mean I have to pull my MySpace rant, Teyla? Do you know what that bastard said to me last night?”
Teyla put her head in her hands. It was just another day in the life of a rockstar.