A little J/R for the afternoon...
Jul. 16th, 2008 04:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kyiziTitle: Alive
Author: Kyizi
Genre: Stargate: Atlantis
Disclaimer: Oh, boys, be mine? *sigh* They belong to someone who isn't me, but I've borrowed and I'm sure I'll eventually return them...
Notes: I was having a debate with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
loriel_eris about her finally writing some of the fics she's been teasing me with for years and this wee fic came up as an example of...something? *shrugs*
It's late when John finally comes down off that high; the gentle buzz of runshootprotect still singing in his veins as he tugs his t-shirt over his head. He paces the floor, barefoot and not-quite-panting into the quiet night. The stillness around him seems to charge him more, make him move faster until he's almost running in circles, a ball of pent-up energy and frustration with nowhere to let it loose.
He hasn't switched on the light, hasn't bothered to pick up anything from the floor where he dropped it behind him and still his feet find a perfect circle to pace. If he listens for long enough, he can almost make out the sound of bullets underneath his breath.
He's out the door in a second and before he knows it, before he's aware he's even moved, he's padding down the hallway in a gentle jog. This is what he was looking for, what he needs, because panic still has a grip on the corners of his heart and he has no one to shoot at here.
He doesn't know where he's going until he does. Finds himself in the darkness of a bedroom, a different sliver of moonlight stretched across the slowly rising form sprawled in an almost-unrecognisable lump in the centre of the bed, loose limbs dangling over the edges.
He stands, watches for longer than he cares to admit, even to himself, and is finally convinced.
Alive.
Coming through the gate at a run with his team in tact isn't enough to solidify that feeling that everyone made it home okay, but in the darkness he can make sure without having to ask, he can watch and let the last remaining vestiges of panic slip away until next time.
Finally convinced, he takes one last, deep breath. Lets it out slowly. Nods to himself. Turns to leave.
"Thank you."
He freezes, feels naked and pinned to the spot by a gaze he can't see. It was barely a whisper, but he knows he didn't imagine it. He turns slowly and just stares, takes in the moonlight reflected in eyes he could almost fall into.
He hadn't thought much before leaving his room; hadn't thought to put on his socks, or shoes, hadn't picked up his t-shirt or fastened the top button on his BDUs, but he's suddenly aware of being stripped bare on the spot. He swallows, nods jerkily and thinks about leaving.
Shadows shift on the bed and covers pull back in invitation.
He pauses for a moment longer, then moves slowly, sleepily, almost like he's been drugged, and almost falls into the John-shaped-space on the bed. The last of his energy begins to seep out of his skin at a rate of knots and he lets out a sigh as he closes his eyes, takes in the feel of the covers wrapping around him, the arm that stays over his chest, the chin resting on the tip of his shoulder.
He feels sleep tugging at the edge of his thoughts, feels it pulling over him like another blanket and murmurs, "G'night, Rodney," as darkness finally claims him.
Author: Kyizi
Genre: Stargate: Atlantis
Disclaimer: Oh, boys, be mine? *sigh* They belong to someone who isn't me, but I've borrowed and I'm sure I'll eventually return them...
Notes: I was having a debate with
loriel_eris about her finally writing some of the fics she's been teasing me with for years and this wee fic came up as an example of...something? *shrugs* It's late when John finally comes down off that high; the gentle buzz of runshootprotect still singing in his veins as he tugs his t-shirt over his head. He paces the floor, barefoot and not-quite-panting into the quiet night. The stillness around him seems to charge him more, make him move faster until he's almost running in circles, a ball of pent-up energy and frustration with nowhere to let it loose.
He hasn't switched on the light, hasn't bothered to pick up anything from the floor where he dropped it behind him and still his feet find a perfect circle to pace. If he listens for long enough, he can almost make out the sound of bullets underneath his breath.
He's out the door in a second and before he knows it, before he's aware he's even moved, he's padding down the hallway in a gentle jog. This is what he was looking for, what he needs, because panic still has a grip on the corners of his heart and he has no one to shoot at here.
He doesn't know where he's going until he does. Finds himself in the darkness of a bedroom, a different sliver of moonlight stretched across the slowly rising form sprawled in an almost-unrecognisable lump in the centre of the bed, loose limbs dangling over the edges.
He stands, watches for longer than he cares to admit, even to himself, and is finally convinced.
Alive.
Coming through the gate at a run with his team in tact isn't enough to solidify that feeling that everyone made it home okay, but in the darkness he can make sure without having to ask, he can watch and let the last remaining vestiges of panic slip away until next time.
Finally convinced, he takes one last, deep breath. Lets it out slowly. Nods to himself. Turns to leave.
"Thank you."
He freezes, feels naked and pinned to the spot by a gaze he can't see. It was barely a whisper, but he knows he didn't imagine it. He turns slowly and just stares, takes in the moonlight reflected in eyes he could almost fall into.
He hadn't thought much before leaving his room; hadn't thought to put on his socks, or shoes, hadn't picked up his t-shirt or fastened the top button on his BDUs, but he's suddenly aware of being stripped bare on the spot. He swallows, nods jerkily and thinks about leaving.
Shadows shift on the bed and covers pull back in invitation.
He pauses for a moment longer, then moves slowly, sleepily, almost like he's been drugged, and almost falls into the John-shaped-space on the bed. The last of his energy begins to seep out of his skin at a rate of knots and he lets out a sigh as he closes his eyes, takes in the feel of the covers wrapping around him, the arm that stays over his chest, the chin resting on the tip of his shoulder.
He feels sleep tugging at the edge of his thoughts, feels it pulling over him like another blanket and murmurs, "G'night, Rodney," as darkness finally claims him.
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Date: 2008-07-16 03:46 pm (UTC)*glomps*
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Date: 2008-07-16 08:28 pm (UTC)Umm...any chance of some weeJohn fic coming soon? *hopeful eyes*
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Date: 2008-07-17 07:59 am (UTC)LoL! Well, Laptop Saga Volume 7 just finished and the Rodney is back in my possession. He does, however, have a brand new hard drive...that is devoid of anything I had saved on it. As soon as he's up and running, I'll try to get the few unfinished snippets I have finished and posted. Prod me again in a week if you've not seen anything!!! :p
P.S. I LOVE YOUR ICON! I {heart} Jaylee *g*
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Date: 2008-07-17 01:16 pm (UTC)And if you love Jaylee then you'll definitely like this: http://community.livejournal.com/jaylee_ship/
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Date: 2008-07-18 08:42 am (UTC)Oh, yes, I LOVE that comm. I've been a member for a while, but haven't been over in a long time. Am now feeling the need to go blitz through the new fics there... ;)
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Date: 2008-07-17 11:01 am (UTC)*cough*
*whistles*
*points* --> Paternal Instinct (http://kyizi.livejournal.com/166030.html)
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Date: 2008-07-16 09:33 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-07-17 08:01 am (UTC)Although, I was looking back through my wee!John tag to discover that there is one (possibly two) snippet not posted. Ever. It might not be 100% finished in fact. Will need to rectify that when I get Rodney up and running again...
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Date: 2008-07-17 08:41 am (UTC)Is this snippets I have not seen?!
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Date: 2008-07-17 09:08 am (UTC)Yes, it's snippets you have not seen... Do you remember ages ago me talking about the first Lorne snippet? None of the ones I've posted are the one I was talking about. But it totally explains why no one got the reference to Lorne worrying about John running around Altantis naked in the last snippet! I'm also sure I started a Ronon one. And possibly there's another Rodney focussed one, but I could be thinking about the main fic...
“Is that a…teletubby?” Elizabeth asks, torn between amusement and horror.
“I’ve tried everything, including incineration and he still manages to find it before it’s destroyed!” Rodney says wild eyed.
“I do not understand,” Teyals says, frowning. “What is a teletubby?”
“A nasty creature hell bent on destroying the brain cells of young children,” Rodney says emphatically, disdain dripping from every word.
“And your world allows them to be revered as Gods?”
“What?”
“John carries that idol most reverently.”
Rodney moves to answer her, but finds himself too distracted by the twitch on Elizabeth’s mouth. “Oh, what?” he demands.
“I just…he picked the one with the handbag…”
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Date: 2008-07-17 09:48 am (UTC)Oh Rodney. It's really not your day! *giggles*
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Date: 2008-07-17 11:12 am (UTC)Hee, it was a snippet I found in the main fic when I was looking through it.
And I ended up finishing that Lorned snippet *headdesk* Just posted.
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Date: 2008-07-17 11:48 am (UTC)Just read the Lorne snippet, and left feedback. However, I'm currently emailing you from work as hotmail, the bastard, has rolled over and died. (Telling me that my account is currently unavailable. Assuring me that Hotmail Live will be back soon. *scowls* Oh, it's back now.)
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Date: 2008-07-17 02:02 pm (UTC)And thanks for all teh feedback on wee!John 'verse / Lorne/Janet.
You realise now that I have the urge to go finish betaing and post WSIT, right?
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Date: 2008-07-17 02:21 pm (UTC)You do realise that I've spent all day feedbacking wee!John and researching sleeping bags. I don't have a clean harddrive, or clean desk, or complete documentation! *cries*
I am in no way stopping you from betaing and posting WSIT!!!!!! Did I finish betaing, or should I print out a copy and read on the train to Manchester on Saturday?
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Date: 2008-07-17 04:48 pm (UTC)Wheeeee! And I love you for your feedback *smooch*
Hee, well, I just re-read and I loved more than I remember. I miss having it to write, but mostly I am so glad it's finished and just needs tweaking. Yes, you finished beta duty and the document is also full of typed up notes from our conversations :) I've just got wee bits here and there to fix now :)
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Date: 2008-07-17 05:06 pm (UTC)Re beta - cool. *g*
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