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Make the sun
want to shine
by
Bluespirit
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay
Rating: R
Summary: Wherein Rodney tries to search the Ancient database & the
boys don't talk about feelings. The epilogue to 'Still
the thunder'.
Genre: romance, established relationship
Spoilers: none
Word count: ~ 1000
Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction. The characters and universe are the property of Stargate (II) Productions, Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, Gekko Productions and the Sci-Fi Channel. This fic is meant solely for entertainment purposes and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes
1. This is a prompt ficlet for Almost_clara who said Still the Thunder
- three weeks after the scene on the pier. What happened next?
2. Thanks to the beautiful Lantean_drift for the beta.
John walked into his quarters and grinned. Rodney was huddled over the
desk typing frantically on a laptop, four others - and numerous coffee
cups and other snack-related garbage - spread haphazardly across the
couch and most of the available floor space. He really shouldn’t find
it endearing that Rodney preferred to hang out in his room, especially
with all the genius-associated detritus that it generated, but he
couldn’t help it. The fact that Rodney felt so at home here never
failed to make his chest go tight and weirdly warm.
He schooled his features into something cooler and less love-struck, and
raised a casual eyebrow. “Making yourself at home, McKay?”
Rodney spun around, eyes wide and startled. “Jesus, Colonel! Tone down
the stealth-ninja act, will you? I like my heart beating just as it is,
thank you.”
“I just walked into my quarters, Rodney,” John said, losing the
battle against smirking. “No advanced infiltration skills employed.
Just opened the door and walked right on in.”
“Fine, fine,” Rodney muttered, though one side of his mouth was
quirking up in a smile. “I still think you need a bell.”
“So, whatcha doing, anyway?” John asked, walking over. He leaned
forward and wrapped his arms around Rodney’s waist, hooking his chin
over Rodney’s shoulder to look at the screen.
“Hmmm? What?” Rodney murmured, crossing his arms over John’s and
linking their fingers together.
John turned his head and brushed a soft kiss to Rodney’s neck, nosing
at the stubbled skin of his jaw. “What’s got you so busy?” he
said, nodding towards the laptop, its screensaver of blueprints from the
original Enterprise now spiralling boldly across the screen.
“Oh? This?” Rodney said, flicking the touchpad to show densely
packed columns of Ancient text. “I was just trying to search the
Ancient database for something but god knows, the last thing the
Ancients were was in anyway organised. I mean is it really too much to
ask for an index, for god’s sake? Wasn’t there a Mister Dewey
Decimal Ancient out there somewhere? Clutching the Pegasus equivalent of
index cards and shushing people and telling them not to ascend so
loudly?” Rodney snapped. “Honestly, it’s like looking for a needle
in a… um, in a… really big thing,” he finished lamely, rolling his
eyes as John stifled a snort against his shoulder.
“So, what’s the needle?” John asked.
“Oh, that.” Rodney’s cheeks flushed and he mumbled something
indistinctly.
John stepped back and turned the chair around, bracing his hands on the
armrests and moving into Rodney’s eye-line. He looked steadily at
Rodney but didn’t say a word. One, two, three seconds passed.
“Okay, okay!” Rodney threw up his hands. “Enough with the special
ops torture and interrogation techniques, Colonel. I’ll talk!” he
blustered, grinning when John raised both eyebrows and slowly mouthed
‘special ops torture and interrogation techniques’. “I was
searching the database to see if I could find any of Janus’s
research… for the time travel device. I just thought that it might be
useful. And after that little stunt you pulled a few weeks ago, it
definitely wouldn’t hurt to have something on standby just in case I
do have to go back and manfully save your ass from whatever trouble
you’ve managed to get yourself into.” He paused and then continued
more quietly. “But I would really appreciate it if you’d stop
getting into trouble in the first place and we could avoid the whole
heroic-bravery-you-dying-and-leaving-me-a
lone thing, okay? Because, that? That would really work for me,” he
finished softly.
John felt his chest doing that weird tight-warm thing again. “Okay,”
he nodded and pulled Rodney up against him, pressing his lips to the
fine hair at his temple. “I’ll… try.”
Rodney didn’t say anything else, he simply wrapped his arms around
John’s waist and pushed his face into his neck. They stood like that
for a while, John happy to absorb Rodney’s warmth and breathe him in
too.
~*~
John rolled to one side, gulping in air and grinning the grin of the
well and truly awesomely fucked. He swiped a hand through the slick of
come on his belly and sighed happily at the satisfying soreness in his
ass. Rodney really was a genius - and not just in astrophysics, wormhole
dynamics and whatever hell other disciplines he had a wall full of
degrees for. He chuckled a little loopily and wondered if they gave out
Nobels for fucking. Rodney was a shoe-in, no doubt about it.
“Oh, god. I know that laugh. You’re broken, aren’t you?” Rodney
snorted and pulled John into his arms, pillowing John’s head on his
chest.
“Maybe a little,” John grinned slackly and settled a leg between
Rodney’s thighs. His cock twitched valiantly against the firm press of
Rodney’s leg and Rodney patted his ass fondly.
“Hold that thought,” Rodney sighed, sleepy and sated and warm.
“M’later….”
John nodded and rubbed his face against Rodney’s chest, the sprinkling
of silky hair tickling gently at his cheek. “I’ll do that,” he
murmured. “Oh, hey! I just thought of something,” he added.
Rodney snuffled and wrapped his arms around John’s shoulders.
“Later.”
“Yeah, okay but this is important - to help with the time travel
machine.”
Rodney grunted but opened his eyes and peered down at him, looking a
little more awake. “Really?”
“Yeah. The database is a bust, right? So I figure that we just need to
watch ‘Back to the Future’ a few more times and you can take notes
when Doc Brown’s explaining the schematics for the flux capacitor.
It’ll be like research and….”
John really couldn’t help the yelp when Rodney pinched him on the ass.
The end
Title taken from ‘Storms never last’ sung by Waylon Jennings
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