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sgamadison (NC17)
Apologies for the late start to the month. I've had some rather bad internet connection issues for the past week.
Fandom: STARGATE ATLANTIS
Pairing: John/Rodney
Length: 25K in 6 parts
Author on LJ: sgamadison
Author Website: http://sgamadison.livejournal.com
Why this must be read:
I loved seeing this side of Rodney. He's rather endearing when he's not sure of himself or his feelings. Just a lovely feel good read.
“So.” Rodney frowned, trying to figure out exactly what he was trying to say. “We’re still the focus—the team, that is. But all of the other long term regulars have come more or less as a partner of someone else.”
“Yeah, so?”
“So, have you noticed that John has never brought anyone to the team meals? Not once in five years? Doesn’t that seem a bit odd to you?”
Ronon snorted and leaned back again. “Sheppard doesn’t have to invite anyone to join us for food. He has you.”
“What?” Rodney sputtered and choked; Ronon having timed his remark just when Rodney was taking a sip of hot coffee. Rodney set the mug down clumsily and reached for the napkin to wipe his chin.
Ronon was grinning again. “You’re Sheppard’s girlfriend.”
“I’m his what?” Rodney spoke loud enough that heads turned in their direction in the nearly empty dining area. “Just what on Earth gave you that idea?” Rodney hissed, lowering his voice and leaning in to speak, so far that he almost put his chest in the mashed tormack.
“His girlfriend,” Ronon repeated, obviously delighted with Rodney’s reaction. “He bitches about work to you, and hangs out with you, and you give him someone to fuss over and bring food to, so yeah, you’re his girlfriend.”
Rodney felt all the blood drain out of his face with relief at Ronon’s definition of a ‘girl friend’ and then it flooded back in with twice the force of before. He could feel his pulse pounding in his ears.
“Hah. Interesting theory. Right. Oh! Look at the time!” Food suddenly no longer had any appeal. Rodney couldn’t remember the last time that had happened without being the result of an intestinal bug. He made a show of looking at his watch. “Is it that late? Because I’ve got a thing. A thing I said I’d do.” He hastily shoved his chair back and snatched up his tray to return his half-eaten meal. “Um, later, okay? Right.”
Random Acts
Fandom: STARGATE ATLANTIS
Pairing: John/Rodney
Length: 25K in 6 parts
Author on LJ: sgamadison
Author Website: http://sgamadison.livejournal.com
Why this must be read:
I loved seeing this side of Rodney. He's rather endearing when he's not sure of himself or his feelings. Just a lovely feel good read.
“So.” Rodney frowned, trying to figure out exactly what he was trying to say. “We’re still the focus—the team, that is. But all of the other long term regulars have come more or less as a partner of someone else.”
“Yeah, so?”
“So, have you noticed that John has never brought anyone to the team meals? Not once in five years? Doesn’t that seem a bit odd to you?”
Ronon snorted and leaned back again. “Sheppard doesn’t have to invite anyone to join us for food. He has you.”
“What?” Rodney sputtered and choked; Ronon having timed his remark just when Rodney was taking a sip of hot coffee. Rodney set the mug down clumsily and reached for the napkin to wipe his chin.
Ronon was grinning again. “You’re Sheppard’s girlfriend.”
“I’m his what?” Rodney spoke loud enough that heads turned in their direction in the nearly empty dining area. “Just what on Earth gave you that idea?” Rodney hissed, lowering his voice and leaning in to speak, so far that he almost put his chest in the mashed tormack.
“His girlfriend,” Ronon repeated, obviously delighted with Rodney’s reaction. “He bitches about work to you, and hangs out with you, and you give him someone to fuss over and bring food to, so yeah, you’re his girlfriend.”
Rodney felt all the blood drain out of his face with relief at Ronon’s definition of a ‘girl friend’ and then it flooded back in with twice the force of before. He could feel his pulse pounding in his ears.
“Hah. Interesting theory. Right. Oh! Look at the time!” Food suddenly no longer had any appeal. Rodney couldn’t remember the last time that had happened without being the result of an intestinal bug. He made a show of looking at his watch. “Is it that late? Because I’ve got a thing. A thing I said I’d do.” He hastily shoved his chair back and snatched up his tray to return his half-eaten meal. “Um, later, okay? Right.”
Random Acts