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Title: Break In The Road
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kellifer_fic
Rating: G
Category: SGA, John/Rodney
Warnings: None
Wordcount: 1,043
Disclaimer All mistakes are mine. Everything else is owned by the creators of Stargate:Atlantis.
Summary: John and Rodney Earthside are taking a trip.
The cessation of movement woke him.
Rodney tilted upright, rubbing at his face that had been pressed against the passenger side window of their truck. Sitting up enough to see in the rear vision mirror, Rodney found a bright red spot on his cheek where his skin had been resting against cool glass. He rubbed at it absently as he looked out into the afternoon sunlight.
They were in a gas station but he wasn’t sure where. It didn’t look familiar and he was alone in the truck. Rodney pushed the door open and swung his legs out, letting them dangle for a moment because he knew there would be pins and needles as soon as his feet hit solid earth. Scrunching his toes inside his shoes seemed to help at least partially wake his extremities and he slid out with only a slight tingle.
Rodney could see through the greasy front window of the gas station office John standing in front of the clerk. He had what looked like a couple of bottles cradled in his arms and was saying something that the clerk was nodding at. He turned to go but the clerk seemed to call him back and Rodney watched as John was offered a candy bar.
John finally appeared, juggling bottles of neon blue liquid, the offered candy bar sticking out of his mouth at a jaunty angle. He couldn’t smile, but his eyes creased up when he spotted Rodney.
“Thought you were going to sleep through,” John managed when he’d been relieved of the bottles and was able to take the chocolate from his mouth and push it into Rodney’s front pocket. Rodney merely raised his eyebrows at John’s beverage choice.
“Chillberry? When the hell did that become a flavour?”
“Ooh, you’re crotchety in the morning,” John said with a grin.
“Just remind me why we’re doing this?” Rodney demanded, bending one leg and then the other, frowning when his knees didn’t so much as crack, but kind of crackle.
“Senile in the morning too, good to know,” John remarked. He’d reached into the cab of the truck and emerged with a map. He spread it out on the hood and used two of the blue bottles to hold it down even though there wasn’t so much as a breeze.
Rodney was sore and had slept sitting up which was always bad news for his back. He was also pretty sure if he didn’t piss in the next five minutes he would pop. John, without looking up, raised an arm and unerringly pointed a finger in the direction of the restrooms.
Coming back from the bathrooms, a trip Rodney was sure he had not been able to escape from without some kind of exotic bacteria, his annoyance ratcheted up a few notches when he saw that the clerk from inside the gas station office had wandered out and was leaning on their rental looking at the map John had spread. He was non-too-subtly studying John’s profile instead of the map and Rodney fought down the urge to twist the kid’s head clean off. Ronon had recently shown him how.
“Watcha doin’?” Rodney asked, inserting himself into the now very tiny amount of space between John and the fairly game young admirer. The fact that John would be completely oblivious to the kid’s pretty overt behaviour was no real consolation.
The kid… young man Rodney mentally amended because the guy was probably closer to thirty than his teens, eyed him dubiously. John was aging too damn gracefully and Rodney was worried he wasn’t so fortunate. There was nothing sagging on John which was just damn unfair. Rodney patted his own belly in silent consolation.
“Billy was just telling me there’s a museum of curiosities down the road. I thought you’d like it.”
Rodney’s attention switched to John and he rubbed the back of his head. John turned and in another beat he’d leaned forward and pressed his lips to the side of Rodney’s mouth, so quick that Rodney didn’t even have time to respond. Billy snorted and ambled back to his fortress of candy bars and condiments.
“I…yeah. What kind of curiosities?” Rodney asked, trying to quash the rising feeling of just damn pleased that was radiating through him. The kiss had been so normal and so seemingly offhand that Rodney didn’t want to make a big deal about it, but it had been a long time since he’d been able to receive such casual affection without worrying about prying eyes and career-ending gossip, at least on John’s behalf.
“Gross stuff apparently. Right up your alley.”
“How do you figure?” Rodney asked, wanting to be annoyed at John’s assumption but not able to muster enough ire with John’s hand landing warm and solid on the back of his neck, rubbing gently and falling back to the map. Rodney always suspected John would be a toucher if he ever got comfortable enough and now it seemed he was right.
“Don’t you want to see an alien in a jar?”
“Only if it’s a long-dead Wraith,” Rodney quipped and John snorted.
“There’s a bearded lady.”
“That would interest me why exactly?”
“World’s strongest man.”
“Bet Ronon would kick his ass.”
“There’s also-”
“Why is this sounding like some carnival freak show?”
“There may be a carnival attached.”
“John, do you want to go to the carnival?” Rodney asked, raising an eyebrow. A hankering for ferris wheels, cotton candy and overpriced lard that would have you running to the bathroom every two seconds aside, Rodney was intrigued.
“Haven’t been to one in a while,” John said with a shrug, trying to look like he wasn’t fussed either way but Rodney could read John like a well-used physics book.
“Think there might be a coaster that won’t damage my spine?”
“We live dangerously as a general rule.”
“Speak for yourself. I tend to run away from danger.”
“We both know that’s not true,” John said, not looking up, but his hand had found its way back to Rodney’s nape and was kneading exactly in the spot he was sorest.
“Well, alright. I guess we have time to take a small detour.”
John grinned, the quick and bright kind that Rodney adored.
“Awesome.”
Author:
kellifer_ficRating: G
Category: SGA, John/Rodney
Warnings: None
Wordcount: 1,043
Disclaimer All mistakes are mine. Everything else is owned by the creators of Stargate:Atlantis.
Summary: John and Rodney Earthside are taking a trip.
The cessation of movement woke him.
Rodney tilted upright, rubbing at his face that had been pressed against the passenger side window of their truck. Sitting up enough to see in the rear vision mirror, Rodney found a bright red spot on his cheek where his skin had been resting against cool glass. He rubbed at it absently as he looked out into the afternoon sunlight.
They were in a gas station but he wasn’t sure where. It didn’t look familiar and he was alone in the truck. Rodney pushed the door open and swung his legs out, letting them dangle for a moment because he knew there would be pins and needles as soon as his feet hit solid earth. Scrunching his toes inside his shoes seemed to help at least partially wake his extremities and he slid out with only a slight tingle.
Rodney could see through the greasy front window of the gas station office John standing in front of the clerk. He had what looked like a couple of bottles cradled in his arms and was saying something that the clerk was nodding at. He turned to go but the clerk seemed to call him back and Rodney watched as John was offered a candy bar.
John finally appeared, juggling bottles of neon blue liquid, the offered candy bar sticking out of his mouth at a jaunty angle. He couldn’t smile, but his eyes creased up when he spotted Rodney.
“Thought you were going to sleep through,” John managed when he’d been relieved of the bottles and was able to take the chocolate from his mouth and push it into Rodney’s front pocket. Rodney merely raised his eyebrows at John’s beverage choice.
“Chillberry? When the hell did that become a flavour?”
“Ooh, you’re crotchety in the morning,” John said with a grin.
“Just remind me why we’re doing this?” Rodney demanded, bending one leg and then the other, frowning when his knees didn’t so much as crack, but kind of crackle.
“Senile in the morning too, good to know,” John remarked. He’d reached into the cab of the truck and emerged with a map. He spread it out on the hood and used two of the blue bottles to hold it down even though there wasn’t so much as a breeze.
Rodney was sore and had slept sitting up which was always bad news for his back. He was also pretty sure if he didn’t piss in the next five minutes he would pop. John, without looking up, raised an arm and unerringly pointed a finger in the direction of the restrooms.
Coming back from the bathrooms, a trip Rodney was sure he had not been able to escape from without some kind of exotic bacteria, his annoyance ratcheted up a few notches when he saw that the clerk from inside the gas station office had wandered out and was leaning on their rental looking at the map John had spread. He was non-too-subtly studying John’s profile instead of the map and Rodney fought down the urge to twist the kid’s head clean off. Ronon had recently shown him how.
“Watcha doin’?” Rodney asked, inserting himself into the now very tiny amount of space between John and the fairly game young admirer. The fact that John would be completely oblivious to the kid’s pretty overt behaviour was no real consolation.
The kid… young man Rodney mentally amended because the guy was probably closer to thirty than his teens, eyed him dubiously. John was aging too damn gracefully and Rodney was worried he wasn’t so fortunate. There was nothing sagging on John which was just damn unfair. Rodney patted his own belly in silent consolation.
“Billy was just telling me there’s a museum of curiosities down the road. I thought you’d like it.”
Rodney’s attention switched to John and he rubbed the back of his head. John turned and in another beat he’d leaned forward and pressed his lips to the side of Rodney’s mouth, so quick that Rodney didn’t even have time to respond. Billy snorted and ambled back to his fortress of candy bars and condiments.
“I…yeah. What kind of curiosities?” Rodney asked, trying to quash the rising feeling of just damn pleased that was radiating through him. The kiss had been so normal and so seemingly offhand that Rodney didn’t want to make a big deal about it, but it had been a long time since he’d been able to receive such casual affection without worrying about prying eyes and career-ending gossip, at least on John’s behalf.
“Gross stuff apparently. Right up your alley.”
“How do you figure?” Rodney asked, wanting to be annoyed at John’s assumption but not able to muster enough ire with John’s hand landing warm and solid on the back of his neck, rubbing gently and falling back to the map. Rodney always suspected John would be a toucher if he ever got comfortable enough and now it seemed he was right.
“Don’t you want to see an alien in a jar?”
“Only if it’s a long-dead Wraith,” Rodney quipped and John snorted.
“There’s a bearded lady.”
“That would interest me why exactly?”
“World’s strongest man.”
“Bet Ronon would kick his ass.”
“There’s also-”
“Why is this sounding like some carnival freak show?”
“There may be a carnival attached.”
“John, do you want to go to the carnival?” Rodney asked, raising an eyebrow. A hankering for ferris wheels, cotton candy and overpriced lard that would have you running to the bathroom every two seconds aside, Rodney was intrigued.
“Haven’t been to one in a while,” John said with a shrug, trying to look like he wasn’t fussed either way but Rodney could read John like a well-used physics book.
“Think there might be a coaster that won’t damage my spine?”
“We live dangerously as a general rule.”
“Speak for yourself. I tend to run away from danger.”
“We both know that’s not true,” John said, not looking up, but his hand had found its way back to Rodney’s nape and was kneading exactly in the spot he was sorest.
“Well, alright. I guess we have time to take a small detour.”
John grinned, the quick and bright kind that Rodney adored.
“Awesome.”
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“Why is this sounding like some carnival freak show?”
“There may be a carnival attached.”
Loved it!
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And of course, he can't help but be a boy and want to go to the carnival! :D
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Loved this line!
A very sweet ficlet!
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::sigh:: totally love their coupleship! and yeah, the carnival will be fun... even the alien in the bottle :)
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Lovely read, thank you.
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Rodney always suspected John would be a toucher if he ever got comfortable enough
*nods in agreement*
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He was non-too-subtly studying John’s profile instead of the map and Rodney fought down the urge to twist the kid’s head clean off. Ronon had recently shown him how.
It just creacked me up!
Thanks for sharing.
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I loved your lines: Rodney always suspected John would be a 'toucher' if he ever got comfortable enough and now it seemed he was right. awww...
Rodney could read John like a well-used physics book.
and, my favorite: Rodney fought down the urge to twist the kid’s head clean off. Ronon had recently shown him how.
and I liked how very aware John was of Rodney the whole time, like pointing out the restrooms before Rodney could say he needed one, rubbing Rodney's neck where it hurt, derailing Rodney's jealousy with a well-timed kiss...John earned his carnival trip!