Fic: Paternal Instinct (a wee!John fic)
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Paternal Instinct
By Kyizi
Disclaimer: Stargate: Atlantis and all related items do not belong to me, only the stories and their related original ideas and characters are mine. No copyright infringement intended.
Rating: PG
Characters: Lorne, four-year-old John, mentions of Rodney
Spoilers: None, but it’s sort of set around season three, I guess.
Feedback: Is a gift. It’s nice to give :)
Notes: This was written ages ago, as in was about the third snippet in this ‘verse. But I forgot to finish it and, over time, remembered it as something I’d already posted. Which was wrong, but totally explains why some references to naked John, etc, weren’t understood in later snippets. So I’ve just finished it and am posting it now!
Previous Ficlets
| Five Ancient Devices Rodney McKay Wishes He’d Never Discovered (number three) | Just an Ordinary Day | Christmas with the Millers | Nap Time | Maybe (same post as Nap Time) | Show Me How Tight You Can Cuddle | Sniffles | Little Troublemaker |
* * *
Major Evan Lorne has seen a lot of crazy shit since arriving in the Pegasus galaxy, but even he’s not sure if the crazy, gothic, vampire aliens, hell bent on eating everyone are less of a culture shock than his CO reverting to a three year old. He understands that things are a little weird in Pegasus and likes to think that he takes it all in his stride.
So on that day when a frazzled Rodney McKay stormed into his quarters whilst he was getting dressed, held out a scrawny, confused child and said, “Major, meet the new Colonel Sheppard. Bond, or... something. Just keep it occupied and don’t bring it back for at least seven hours!” thrust the boy into his arms and stalked out, Lorne didn’t really bat an eyelid.
“Sheppard,” he said with a nod to the child he was holding by the arm pits.
“John,” the boy responded, pointing to himself with a sticky finger and Evan had nodded, said “Okay” and they had spent the afternoon playing cops and robbers.
He’d figured, three weeks, tops, and he’d be back to 2IC duties and he and the Colonel would laugh about it over a beer.
Six weeks later, Lorne had realised that maybe, this time, things wouldn’t be quite so easy.
* * *
“E-van.”
He takes a deep breath at the tone he’s come to realise precedes a question he really will not want to answer and says, “Yes, John.”
“Whe’s my mom and dad?”
He freezes a little, because he’s already been party to the conversation about how well John was taking things and how he seemed to realise that his parents weren’t around and suddenly things have shifted. He looks around the all-but deserted mess area and wishes Rodney would enter, but a few minutes later, he’s still alone and John’s looking at him expectantly.
“Well…what do you remember from…before Atlantis?”
John frowns a little, scrunching his face up and taking on that ‘deep in thought’ look that small children get when they’re thinking very hard. “I wememebe …space and scawy monstes, but I fink that’s just deams.”
Evan really wishes they were just dreams. “And what else?”
“Wodney, I always wemembe’ Wodney. He’s safe.”
Evan smiles. “Yeah, he’s very good at keeping us all safe. What else?”
“Teya and Wonon and…who’s Fod?”
Taking a deep breath, he answers. “Ford was your friend, but he had to go away.”
John nods. “Okay. Did Dad have to go ‘way again, too?”
Evan’s not really sure how he’s supposed to deal with this. Sheppard’s a pretty quiet guy when it comes to his personal life. He never talks about home or family and even John’s been pretty quiet about it until now. He just wishes it was Rodney John had asked.
“Did you speak to Rodney about this?” he asks, kind of hoping that the other man had laid some ground for him.
John shakes his head. “No,” he murmurs, so softly that Evan has to lean across the table. “Don’t want him to send me ‘way.”
“Why would he send you away, John?”
“He might send me back.”
“To your parents?” Evan asks and the boy nods. “He won’t. I kinda think you’ll need to shoot Rodney before he lets you go anywhere, even when you’re big. I think you’re stuck with him, shrimp.”
“Weally?” John asks and the awe in his voice makes Evan wish someone thought about him that way.
“Really. Your mom and dad…well, they kinda had to go away, too. I’m sure they’d love to have you back, but I think everyone knows Rodney looks after you the best. Even if some people had to be reminded,” he adds, more to himself than to John; the scene with Elizabeth still making him feel ill and angry and upset all at once.
“Wodney’s gonna keep me?” John asks once more, just to be sure.
“You can bet on it, scamp.”
“Okay.” John nods and Evan finds the small smile on his little face contagious.
* * *
Evan’s never really had to think much about becoming a father. He’s a favourite uncle and a dorky younger brother, a model son and he tries to be a good, polite gentleman. But having children of his own isn’t something he thought he’d have to think about.
When he’d started seeing Janet, all those years ago, he’d wondered what he might be getting into. Cassie had been fourteen and had shifted through phases of wanting him to treat her like a kid and trying to become the young woman she so wanted to be. Thus Evan sometimes found himself taking her to amusement parks, or more often surrounded by blushes and giggles and, generally, got a bit freaked out over the whole thing. The fact that Janet had found it hilarious really hadn’t helped.
But things have changed; he’s lost Janet, they had in fact said goodbye to their relationship a few months before he’d stood by her graveside, and Cassie’s all grown up. He’d made sure Cassie was safe, put as much college money aside as he could afford and personally driven her across three states for her first day of school, before setting one foot into the Pegasus galaxy.
So, finding himself in the bowels of Atlantis chasing after a three year old isn’t really something he’d thought he’d have to do. The fact that he keeps remembering that said three year old is his CO and, therefore, not someone he’s ever thought it was a good idea to see naked, is more than a little creepy. Creepier, in fact, than the days of his almost-step-daughter’s little crush. But John, Evan thinks, doesn’t seem to agree.
“I swear to God, you better get back here right now and put some clothes on, young man!” he calls out, wincing and muttering, “God, this is so wrong.” He sighs and continues down the corridor. “John?”
There’s a giggle and a streak of white as the naked child runs right past him so fast that Evan trips over his own feet trying to (unsuccessfully) scoop the boy up. He curses, winces and hopes the boy didn’t hear (although he knows that, grown up, Sheppard says a hell of a lot worse) and takes off after him, ignoring the laughing marines in the corridor behind him.
“How much trouble can one three year old be?” he muses incredulously.
John’s past him again before he’s realised and all Evan’s succeeded in doing is dropping the boy’s missing clothes again.
The answer is, apparently, a lot of trouble.
* * *
"19, 20. Ready or not, here I come..."
Evan keeps his voice low, knowing that he's being irrational; he isn't on candid camera and, no, the marines don't live in this part of the city. That said, he doesn't feel the need to tempt fate; he's playing Hide and Seek with his CO. This is going to be embarrassing enough for him when Sheppard grows up without having to worry video evidence.
He searches high and low, going through all the nooks and crannies of every room he can possibly think of to search and, half an hour later, is almost frantic. He’s about to notify Elizabeth on comms when John appears in front of him in a flash of blue light.
“I’m bo’ed,” the boy says, failing to notice that Evan’s a little gobsmacked at his sudden appearance. “E-van,” John tugs his trousers. “Come on, lets play something diff’went.”
John’s past him and heading for the door when his brain catches up. He turns and scoops the boy up, turning him around. “Wait a minute, how did you do that?”
“Do what?”
“Land on my feet when I couldn’t find you anywhere.”
“I’s good at hide and seek,” he says cheekily, knowing fine well that Lorne is asking him more than that.
“John,” Evan says, a hint of warning in his tone (the one that always had his nephews ‘fessing up).
John rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, but says nothing.
“I can stand here all day, I’ve got time.”
John lets out a long-suffering sigh and says, “I’ll just get ‘Lantis to magic me away again.”
Evan looks at him for a minute, before hiking John onto one hip and tapping his comm. with his free hand. “McKay, I think you’re gonna want to see this,” he says and heads to the science labs.
* * *
Evan lets out a long breath and settles back into his chair. He lets his gaze settle on the sleeping child and groans a little, shifting and letting his spine pop back into place. He really has no idea how Rodney does this day in day out. It exhausts him just the few hours a day that he looks after John. Evan doesn’t think that Rodney realises how much respect he has for him, thinks that maybe he should say something, but then every time he starts he trips over his words and has to leave. Janet always told him he wasn’t that good at telling people when he admired them, had found it endearing and always smiled at him with a twinkle in her eyes.
He misses Janet. A lot more than he maybe should for someone who’d mutually agreed that maybe they weren’t meant to be. But he does. He misses her smiles, he misses her laughter, the frown she always gave him when he came back injured – the one that let him know she was scared that one day he might not come back at all. Ironic, really, that is should be her, the one normally tucked up safe underground in the mountain that should be the one to meet that fate. But most of all, Evan thinks that maybe he misses the possibility of ‘one day’.
Evan’s never really had to think much about becoming a father. He’d always thought that, with Janet by his side, it was just inevitable.
* * *
End
Yeah, okay, so I snuck in my Janet/Lorne ‘ship again. I can’t help it, I love it!
Continued in 'Replacement'
Paternal Instinct
By Kyizi
Disclaimer: Stargate: Atlantis and all related items do not belong to me, only the stories and their related original ideas and characters are mine. No copyright infringement intended.
Rating: PG
Characters: Lorne, four-year-old John, mentions of Rodney
Spoilers: None, but it’s sort of set around season three, I guess.
Feedback: Is a gift. It’s nice to give :)
Notes: This was written ages ago, as in was about the third snippet in this ‘verse. But I forgot to finish it and, over time, remembered it as something I’d already posted. Which was wrong, but totally explains why some references to naked John, etc, weren’t understood in later snippets. So I’ve just finished it and am posting it now!
Previous Ficlets
| Five Ancient Devices Rodney McKay Wishes He’d Never Discovered (number three) | Just an Ordinary Day | Christmas with the Millers | Nap Time | Maybe (same post as Nap Time) | Show Me How Tight You Can Cuddle | Sniffles | Little Troublemaker |
* * *
Major Evan Lorne has seen a lot of crazy shit since arriving in the Pegasus galaxy, but even he’s not sure if the crazy, gothic, vampire aliens, hell bent on eating everyone are less of a culture shock than his CO reverting to a three year old. He understands that things are a little weird in Pegasus and likes to think that he takes it all in his stride.
So on that day when a frazzled Rodney McKay stormed into his quarters whilst he was getting dressed, held out a scrawny, confused child and said, “Major, meet the new Colonel Sheppard. Bond, or... something. Just keep it occupied and don’t bring it back for at least seven hours!” thrust the boy into his arms and stalked out, Lorne didn’t really bat an eyelid.
“Sheppard,” he said with a nod to the child he was holding by the arm pits.
“John,” the boy responded, pointing to himself with a sticky finger and Evan had nodded, said “Okay” and they had spent the afternoon playing cops and robbers.
He’d figured, three weeks, tops, and he’d be back to 2IC duties and he and the Colonel would laugh about it over a beer.
Six weeks later, Lorne had realised that maybe, this time, things wouldn’t be quite so easy.
* * *
“E-van.”
He takes a deep breath at the tone he’s come to realise precedes a question he really will not want to answer and says, “Yes, John.”
“Whe’s my mom and dad?”
He freezes a little, because he’s already been party to the conversation about how well John was taking things and how he seemed to realise that his parents weren’t around and suddenly things have shifted. He looks around the all-but deserted mess area and wishes Rodney would enter, but a few minutes later, he’s still alone and John’s looking at him expectantly.
“Well…what do you remember from…before Atlantis?”
John frowns a little, scrunching his face up and taking on that ‘deep in thought’ look that small children get when they’re thinking very hard. “I wememebe …space and scawy monstes, but I fink that’s just deams.”
Evan really wishes they were just dreams. “And what else?”
“Wodney, I always wemembe’ Wodney. He’s safe.”
Evan smiles. “Yeah, he’s very good at keeping us all safe. What else?”
“Teya and Wonon and…who’s Fod?”
Taking a deep breath, he answers. “Ford was your friend, but he had to go away.”
John nods. “Okay. Did Dad have to go ‘way again, too?”
Evan’s not really sure how he’s supposed to deal with this. Sheppard’s a pretty quiet guy when it comes to his personal life. He never talks about home or family and even John’s been pretty quiet about it until now. He just wishes it was Rodney John had asked.
“Did you speak to Rodney about this?” he asks, kind of hoping that the other man had laid some ground for him.
John shakes his head. “No,” he murmurs, so softly that Evan has to lean across the table. “Don’t want him to send me ‘way.”
“Why would he send you away, John?”
“He might send me back.”
“To your parents?” Evan asks and the boy nods. “He won’t. I kinda think you’ll need to shoot Rodney before he lets you go anywhere, even when you’re big. I think you’re stuck with him, shrimp.”
“Weally?” John asks and the awe in his voice makes Evan wish someone thought about him that way.
“Really. Your mom and dad…well, they kinda had to go away, too. I’m sure they’d love to have you back, but I think everyone knows Rodney looks after you the best. Even if some people had to be reminded,” he adds, more to himself than to John; the scene with Elizabeth still making him feel ill and angry and upset all at once.
“Wodney’s gonna keep me?” John asks once more, just to be sure.
“You can bet on it, scamp.”
“Okay.” John nods and Evan finds the small smile on his little face contagious.
* * *
Evan’s never really had to think much about becoming a father. He’s a favourite uncle and a dorky younger brother, a model son and he tries to be a good, polite gentleman. But having children of his own isn’t something he thought he’d have to think about.
When he’d started seeing Janet, all those years ago, he’d wondered what he might be getting into. Cassie had been fourteen and had shifted through phases of wanting him to treat her like a kid and trying to become the young woman she so wanted to be. Thus Evan sometimes found himself taking her to amusement parks, or more often surrounded by blushes and giggles and, generally, got a bit freaked out over the whole thing. The fact that Janet had found it hilarious really hadn’t helped.
But things have changed; he’s lost Janet, they had in fact said goodbye to their relationship a few months before he’d stood by her graveside, and Cassie’s all grown up. He’d made sure Cassie was safe, put as much college money aside as he could afford and personally driven her across three states for her first day of school, before setting one foot into the Pegasus galaxy.
So, finding himself in the bowels of Atlantis chasing after a three year old isn’t really something he’d thought he’d have to do. The fact that he keeps remembering that said three year old is his CO and, therefore, not someone he’s ever thought it was a good idea to see naked, is more than a little creepy. Creepier, in fact, than the days of his almost-step-daughter’s little crush. But John, Evan thinks, doesn’t seem to agree.
“I swear to God, you better get back here right now and put some clothes on, young man!” he calls out, wincing and muttering, “God, this is so wrong.” He sighs and continues down the corridor. “John?”
There’s a giggle and a streak of white as the naked child runs right past him so fast that Evan trips over his own feet trying to (unsuccessfully) scoop the boy up. He curses, winces and hopes the boy didn’t hear (although he knows that, grown up, Sheppard says a hell of a lot worse) and takes off after him, ignoring the laughing marines in the corridor behind him.
“How much trouble can one three year old be?” he muses incredulously.
John’s past him again before he’s realised and all Evan’s succeeded in doing is dropping the boy’s missing clothes again.
The answer is, apparently, a lot of trouble.
* * *
"19, 20. Ready or not, here I come..."
Evan keeps his voice low, knowing that he's being irrational; he isn't on candid camera and, no, the marines don't live in this part of the city. That said, he doesn't feel the need to tempt fate; he's playing Hide and Seek with his CO. This is going to be embarrassing enough for him when Sheppard grows up without having to worry video evidence.
He searches high and low, going through all the nooks and crannies of every room he can possibly think of to search and, half an hour later, is almost frantic. He’s about to notify Elizabeth on comms when John appears in front of him in a flash of blue light.
“I’m bo’ed,” the boy says, failing to notice that Evan’s a little gobsmacked at his sudden appearance. “E-van,” John tugs his trousers. “Come on, lets play something diff’went.”
John’s past him and heading for the door when his brain catches up. He turns and scoops the boy up, turning him around. “Wait a minute, how did you do that?”
“Do what?”
“Land on my feet when I couldn’t find you anywhere.”
“I’s good at hide and seek,” he says cheekily, knowing fine well that Lorne is asking him more than that.
“John,” Evan says, a hint of warning in his tone (the one that always had his nephews ‘fessing up).
John rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, but says nothing.
“I can stand here all day, I’ve got time.”
John lets out a long-suffering sigh and says, “I’ll just get ‘Lantis to magic me away again.”
Evan looks at him for a minute, before hiking John onto one hip and tapping his comm. with his free hand. “McKay, I think you’re gonna want to see this,” he says and heads to the science labs.
* * *
Evan lets out a long breath and settles back into his chair. He lets his gaze settle on the sleeping child and groans a little, shifting and letting his spine pop back into place. He really has no idea how Rodney does this day in day out. It exhausts him just the few hours a day that he looks after John. Evan doesn’t think that Rodney realises how much respect he has for him, thinks that maybe he should say something, but then every time he starts he trips over his words and has to leave. Janet always told him he wasn’t that good at telling people when he admired them, had found it endearing and always smiled at him with a twinkle in her eyes.
He misses Janet. A lot more than he maybe should for someone who’d mutually agreed that maybe they weren’t meant to be. But he does. He misses her smiles, he misses her laughter, the frown she always gave him when he came back injured – the one that let him know she was scared that one day he might not come back at all. Ironic, really, that is should be her, the one normally tucked up safe underground in the mountain that should be the one to meet that fate. But most of all, Evan thinks that maybe he misses the possibility of ‘one day’.
Evan’s never really had to think much about becoming a father. He’d always thought that, with Janet by his side, it was just inevitable.
* * *
End
Yeah, okay, so I snuck in my Janet/Lorne ‘ship again. I can’t help it, I love it!
Continued in 'Replacement'
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Date: 2008-07-17 11:40 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-07-17 11:55 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-07-17 11:42 am (UTC)Ahem. Yes. *loves* *loves so very awesomely much*
So on that day when a frazzled Rodney McKay stormed into his quarters whilst he was getting dressed, held out a scrawny, confused child and said, “Major, meet the new Colonel Sheppard. Bond, or... something. Just keep it occupied and don’t bring it back for at least seven hours!” thrust the boy into his arms and stalked out, Lorne didn’t really bat an eyelid.
*dies laughing* Both at Rodney and Lorne! *g*
"Whe’s my mom and dad?" and "Don't want him to send me ‘way." and "I kinda think you’ll need to shoot Rodney before he lets you go anywhere, even when you’re big. I think you’re stuck with him, shrimp." and "Wodney’s gonna keep me?" John asks once more, just to be sure.
omg *cries* and also *glee* and *hugs John* and Oh Rodney.
John appears in front of him in a flash of blue light. and "I’ll just get ‘Lantis to magic me away again."
You cannot just leave it there like that!!!!!
Also. Janet/Lorne?!
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Date: 2008-07-17 12:01 pm (UTC)*dies laughing* Both at Rodney and Lorne! *g*
Heh, that was actually a bit I added this morning when I was finishing it. The start was too bitty, but meant to be all together and it was all narrative, so I broke it into sections and added to it. I kinda love to think that Lorne and the others are so used to the wtf-ness of it all that it's just become normal. And, yeah, it's day one, Rodney's allowed to hand him off! ;p
You know, I almost didn't plan on broaching the thing about his parents, but then I thought I should :)
John appears in front of him in a flash of blue light. and "I’ll just get ‘Lantis to magic me away again."
You cannot just leave it there like that!!!!!
Hahahaha! It's something I've toyed with for a while, but it was actually meant to be a part of Avatar, which is so much a WiP that I stole it for here, too. It'll be explained more in the main fic... ;p
Also. Janet/Lorne?!
Yes!!! Ever since I mentioned the pairing in What's Simple Is True, I've had a Janet/Lorne backstory milling about in my head and it just wrote itself in here, too!
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Date: 2008-07-17 01:50 pm (UTC)And also, in case anyone else reads your comment, I'll post the reminder that I've actually mentioned it (albeit obscurely) in this genre before, at the end of Christmas with the Millers (http://kyizi.livejournal.com/147086.html).
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Date: 2008-07-17 01:47 pm (UTC)“You can bet on it, scamp.”
*sniffles* *cuddles wee!John* *cuddles Lorne* *thinks about cuddling Rodneny but decides it probably wouldn't be safe...* ;)
God, I adore this 'verse, this tiny version of John just breaks my heart, how everyone on Atlantis pulls together to take care of him, no one more so than Rodney. It's just... *sniffle* so lovely. Very much enjoyed this installment, looking forward to the next *g*
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Date: 2008-07-17 01:52 pm (UTC)Glad you liked and thanks for the feedback.
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Date: 2008-07-17 01:53 pm (UTC)I'd love to see a vignette of how John actually became three years old and the first reactions of people at their "new" CO. Of course, I'd love to see more weeJohn anything. :)
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Date: 2008-07-17 01:56 pm (UTC)I'd love to see a vignette of how John actually became three years old and the first reactions of people at their "new" CO. Of course, I'd love to see more weeJohn anything. :)
I'm almost tempted to give you a preview of the main fic, because that's where you'll find out how and see it happen and how people react... ;)
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Date: 2008-07-18 03:58 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-07-18 08:09 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-07-20 09:40 pm (UTC)OMG, is there anything *I* can do to tempt you into giving *me* a preview??? *bats lashes, tries to look adorable, fidgets in seat* *g*
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Date: 2008-07-22 04:06 pm (UTC)* * *
If Rodney McKay had realised that this was a defining moment in the upcoming three years of his life, he might have taken a moment to pay a little more attention to what the idiotic locals were telling him. Instead he rants, he raves and he generally insults every village elder, every deity they’ve ever known, the kids who’re likely grow up to be village elders and everyone else in between. He even throws in the goat-like creatures they passed on the way into the village, just for good measure.
It’s only when he, Ronon and Teyla are being dropped off at the ‘Gate with a screaming child that Rodney thinks he might have missed something along the way.
* * *
“What do you mean this is Colonel Sheppard?”
“I don’t know how you expect me to be more clear than that, Rodney, so I’ll say it again. Our tests conclude that that wee boy is the Colonel.”
Elizabeth takes a deep breath and lets out a resigned sigh. It’s a credit to just how fucked up their lives in Pegasus are, Rodney thinks, that she’s barely batting an eye at the situation. “Rodney, did they villagers say anything that might indicate how they did this, or even why?”
“Oh, yes, while we were being bound and gagged, they left the instruction manual and the secret diary of their insane plans out for me to look at!”
“Rodney.”
He lets out a huff of irritation. “I don’t know. It’s…possible I might have missed something they were saying, but they were unwashed, uneducated morons, so I’m sorry if I deigned to ignore them after they kidnapped us and locked us in a basement.”
“Can you fix it?” Elizabeth asks, ignoring his ranting and he’s not sure if she’s talking to him or Carson until the Scot answers.
“There’s nothing more I can tell without further scans, but he seems to be a healthy wee boy. I’d say about two or three years old. I’m not really sure there’s anything I could do without knowing what caused this.”
“Do you have any idea what the machine looked like?” Elizabeth asks and Rodney barely manages to bite his tongue.
In fact he doesn’t. “What part of ‘we were dropped off at the ‘gate with it and held at spear point until we left’, was unclear?”
“Rodney,” Elizabeth says and she’s using her serious voice. Rodney rolls his eyes as she turns back to Carson. “Other than his age, there’s nothing wrong with him?”
“Not that I can tell and we’ve run every scan I can think of. He’s maybe a bit undernourished, but I’d guess that’s no different to the rest of his team. He should eat and maybe run off a wee bit of energy. Other than that, it’s nothing a good night’s sleep won’t cure.”
Elizabeth nods. “Okay, I’m going to re-establish contact and see if I can’t negotiate for whatever did this. Until then-”
“Why can’t we just go back with bigger guns?” Ronon asks and, for once, Rodney’s in complete agreement with the man. Shooting the bastards actually sounds therapeutic.
Elizabeth doesn’t seem to agree. “I don’t think that’s the best way to start planetary relations with possible trading partners.”
“Trading partners? Are you insane?”
“Rodney, they have-”
“They turned Sheppard into a kid! A goofy looking kid with crazy hair and big eyes and a desire to do nothing but scream and cry. What could they possibly have for negotiations?”
“Well, I hear it tastes like coffee.”
“Oh, well that’s…I don’t care!” And, okay, so he does, but does Elizabeth actually think he’s that shallow? He shakes his head, feeling more hurt than he might have thought he would, but possibly less than he ought.
There’s a tug on the bottom of his uniform and he turns both ways before he realises it’s coming from below. When he looks down, he tries to keep the look of discomfort and sheer terror from his face. He hates children.
“Um…hello…little boy.”
“John,” the boy says slowly, pointing to himself and treating Rodney like a brain damaged ferret. “What’s you’ name?”
And, oh god, this is Sheppard and he has no idea who Rodney is.
* * *
...hopefully enough to keep you going for now. Although, that said, there's a new ficlet in the 'verse, called Replacement (http://kyizi.livejournal.com/166866.html)
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Date: 2008-07-23 06:58 pm (UTC)Also?
And, oh god, this is Sheppard and he has no idea who Rodney is.
omg cries!
Also, also?
"Why can’t we just go back with bigger guns?" Ronon asks and, for once, Rodney’s in complete agreement with the man.
OMG yes please!
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Date: 2008-07-24 08:10 am (UTC)*snort* Somehow, I had the feeling you'd pick up on that bit!
And, oh god, this is Sheppard and he has no idea who Rodney is.
omg cries!
*sniff* Yeah, sorry...
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Date: 2008-09-14 06:01 pm (UTC)Also. Write more. ;p
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Date: 2008-07-24 02:34 am (UTC)“John,” the boy says slowly, pointing to himself and treating Rodney like a brain damaged ferret. “What’s you’ name?”
And, oh god, this is Sheppard and he has no idea who Rodney is.
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!! OMG, so freakin' adorable!! Oh more, more, more, pweeeeeeeeeeease??? ;)
*runs off to feverishly read new installment*
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Date: 2008-07-24 08:11 am (UTC)Also, your icon? *is gleeful* Awesome!
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Date: 2008-07-26 04:09 pm (UTC)I absolutely adore my wee!John icons - if
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Date: 2008-07-18 05:33 am (UTC)So, hows the timing look for your fic? I'm finding it hard to wait for it, but these little fics sure help!
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Date: 2008-07-18 08:12 am (UTC)erm...pass? I have been getting itchy to write the rest of it, though, and that's always a good thing -- knowing my muses haven't abandoned me! I just got my laptop back from getting fixed and it's at factory settings. I've been spoiled a little for Doctor Who, so I'm determinted to blitz the end of Torchwood and Season 4 DW this weekend, but after that... this will definitely be a focus.
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Date: 2008-07-22 09:35 am (UTC)Thank you for the feedback and *drools over your icon*