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crack_van2011-11-30 09:34 pm
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John and Rodney Save Christmas by chase_acow (PG-13)
This is the last rec of the month! Hope you all enjoyed the stories and that, perhaps, you found one you hadn't read before.
In light of tomorrow being December 1st, a Christmas story seemed appropriate.
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Pairing: John/Rodney
Length: ~6,400
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
chase_acow
Author Website: Tags
In which John and Rodney have to deliver toys to all the good little boys and girls, Comet is a meddling reindeer, and Santa isn't what he appears. It's sweet, heart-warming, and a little silly.
The SGC was pretty much like he remembered it, except that now it looked like Santa’s workshop had thrown up inside. Luckily for him, Mitchell had pulled him aside and warned him off Corridor 11. Apparently, Vala had booby-trapped it with mistletoe and was lying in wait for Jackson. Odds were up to five to one against Jackson, and John was pretty sure he didn’t want to stick around to see the outcome.
He had five ski resort brochures laid out in front of him on the table in the mess. John was about to go old school and decide where to overpay for a hotel room for the holidays by ennie-meannie-minie-moe when Rodney interrupted. He’d barely gotten through a stuttered invitation to join him at the Miller’s house before John was nodding and grabbing his bag.
That was why he had spent the week up to Christmas, having snow fights with Madison and Rodney, washing dishes for Jeannie’s kitchen rampage, and watching synchronized skating with Kaleb. It didn’t explain why he and Rodney were standing on Jeannie’s front lawn shivering and looking at the scene with doom written clearly over their heads.
"I don’t believe it."
John shifted, hearing the creak of snow moving under his unlaced and hastily pulled on boots. His thermal shirt chafed against his skin, and his sweats had seen better days, but after the small explosion outside his window, he didn’t stop to change. The air was still and if his breath hadn’t been rising over his head in a cloud, he would never have realized that it was so cold. It was a wonder that the entire neighborhood wasn’t boiling outside to see what the commotion was. The only noises were his own shallow breaths, and Rodney’s loud freak out.
"I don’t believe it."
The street that the Millers lived on was deserted; no one was out at three am on Christmas morning. It was quiet except for the faint hum of Christmas lights that shone brightly on every house but Jeannie’s. Around their house was the faint stink of ozone, and an overwhelming air of desperation. John rubbed his hands together and then briskly up his biceps, shifting again and chewing on his bottom lip.
"I don’t -"
"Shut the hell up, Rodney!" John snapped, flicking out his hand to slap the back of Rodney’ head. He was already tired and apparently insane; he didn’t need Rodney’s low threshold of stress management waking up. John just hoped that any moment he’d wake back up on his futon in the spare office and realize that this was all a bad dream.
John and Rodney Save Christmas
In light of tomorrow being December 1st, a Christmas story seemed appropriate.
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Pairing: John/Rodney
Length: ~6,400
Author on LJ:
chase_acow Author Website: Tags
In which John and Rodney have to deliver toys to all the good little boys and girls, Comet is a meddling reindeer, and Santa isn't what he appears. It's sweet, heart-warming, and a little silly.
The SGC was pretty much like he remembered it, except that now it looked like Santa’s workshop had thrown up inside. Luckily for him, Mitchell had pulled him aside and warned him off Corridor 11. Apparently, Vala had booby-trapped it with mistletoe and was lying in wait for Jackson. Odds were up to five to one against Jackson, and John was pretty sure he didn’t want to stick around to see the outcome.
He had five ski resort brochures laid out in front of him on the table in the mess. John was about to go old school and decide where to overpay for a hotel room for the holidays by ennie-meannie-minie-moe when Rodney interrupted. He’d barely gotten through a stuttered invitation to join him at the Miller’s house before John was nodding and grabbing his bag.
That was why he had spent the week up to Christmas, having snow fights with Madison and Rodney, washing dishes for Jeannie’s kitchen rampage, and watching synchronized skating with Kaleb. It didn’t explain why he and Rodney were standing on Jeannie’s front lawn shivering and looking at the scene with doom written clearly over their heads.
"I don’t believe it."
John shifted, hearing the creak of snow moving under his unlaced and hastily pulled on boots. His thermal shirt chafed against his skin, and his sweats had seen better days, but after the small explosion outside his window, he didn’t stop to change. The air was still and if his breath hadn’t been rising over his head in a cloud, he would never have realized that it was so cold. It was a wonder that the entire neighborhood wasn’t boiling outside to see what the commotion was. The only noises were his own shallow breaths, and Rodney’s loud freak out.
"I don’t believe it."
The street that the Millers lived on was deserted; no one was out at three am on Christmas morning. It was quiet except for the faint hum of Christmas lights that shone brightly on every house but Jeannie’s. Around their house was the faint stink of ozone, and an overwhelming air of desperation. John rubbed his hands together and then briskly up his biceps, shifting again and chewing on his bottom lip.
"I don’t -"
"Shut the hell up, Rodney!" John snapped, flicking out his hand to slap the back of Rodney’ head. He was already tired and apparently insane; he didn’t need Rodney’s low threshold of stress management waking up. John just hoped that any moment he’d wake back up on his futon in the spare office and realize that this was all a bad dream.
John and Rodney Save Christmas