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I literally have 50 trillion other things I'm supposed to be writing so what am I doing?
Writing an SGA fic (John/Rodney but with all of them team) set in Firefly 'verse...
Yeah... I'm... I've got no excuse.
Here be a snippety-snippet.
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“I was all kinds of noble once,” John comments. Rodney half-turns to him and raises an eyebrow.
“When was this?” he asks, a little distracted.
“I’m sure I was. I remember having ideals and not breaking the law on a regular basis.”
“Really?” Rodney’s lip turns up in a half-smirk and he reaches over and gives John a gentle pat on the hip. Rodney then steps back quickly to avoid being squashed by the dozen cows filing passed.
“Don’t get me wrong,” John says. “I enjoy being a bad guy immensely. I can wear black all the time and no one gives me grief about it.”
“I do.”
“You give me grief about everything,” John muses. “And you should know by now that I exclude you whenever I’m talking about people as a whole.”
“Because I’m exceptional?” Rodney says, able to step forward again, dodging Teyla who takes a swipe at him as she passes. She has a bandana across her mouth and her eyes crinkle which is the only way they can tell she’s smiling.
“Absolutely. You’re the exception to every rule I have,” John agrees.
“You’re not a bad guy,” Rodney says as he stabs the controls to raise the cargo ramp back into the ship. He sneezes a couple of times and rubs the back of his hand over his eyes. The ramp is halfway up when a pair of hands appear at the top and then Cadman pulls herself up and over, sliding down to the deck on her butt. When she gets up she gives Rodney a filthy look.
“You knew I was still outside!” she snaps and Rodney gives her his most innocent look. She huffs and pushes passed him, dodging the now aimlessly milling cows to get to the ladder that leads to the upper deck gangway.
“You really like taking your life in your hands?” John prods. “I wouldn’t mess with a girl that can rig practically anything to explode.”
“Yeah well, I can vent her sleeping quarters into space remotely. We’ve got a mutual thing going.”
John laughs but then sobers. “You don’t think we’re bad guys?”
“I said I don’t think you’re a bad guy,” Rodney says. “This,” Rodney adds, waving a hand at the cows that Teyla is trying to coax into the makeshift pen they’ve set up. “Doesn’t touch you. Maybe it’s all that nobility you were talking about.”
“Uhuh,” John says, a little confused but strangely pleased. Rodney is a fairly new addition to their crew, recruited by Teyla who had basically refused to fly unless they got a brilliant engineer that would stop the Firefly falling straight out of the sky. John had to admit that the last couple of months, it had been a real possibility.
John looks up and spots Ronon on the gangway, looking annoyed. “I have a client at our next port and my shuttle smells like a farm,” he grumbles, looking accusingly at the gathered livestock.
“I thought your clients would be used to earthy odours,” John says with a wry grin and Ronon rolls his eyes.
“No more cows!”
“Do you think I wanted to be a cattle rustler when I grew up?” John snaps, flinging his hands up. “I apologise if what we’re currently stealing gets in the way of your man-whoring.”
“Why do you always qualify it like that?” Ronon asks, sounding curious. “You could just say whoring.”
“I could just say your lease is up!” John snaps and Ronon shrugs and disappears.
“What were you saying about me and Cadman?” Rodney asks, looking amused.
“Shutup,” John sighs, without heat and Rodney laughs.
Writing an SGA fic (John/Rodney but with all of them team) set in Firefly 'verse...
Yeah... I'm... I've got no excuse.
Here be a snippety-snippet.
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“I was all kinds of noble once,” John comments. Rodney half-turns to him and raises an eyebrow.
“When was this?” he asks, a little distracted.
“I’m sure I was. I remember having ideals and not breaking the law on a regular basis.”
“Really?” Rodney’s lip turns up in a half-smirk and he reaches over and gives John a gentle pat on the hip. Rodney then steps back quickly to avoid being squashed by the dozen cows filing passed.
“Don’t get me wrong,” John says. “I enjoy being a bad guy immensely. I can wear black all the time and no one gives me grief about it.”
“I do.”
“You give me grief about everything,” John muses. “And you should know by now that I exclude you whenever I’m talking about people as a whole.”
“Because I’m exceptional?” Rodney says, able to step forward again, dodging Teyla who takes a swipe at him as she passes. She has a bandana across her mouth and her eyes crinkle which is the only way they can tell she’s smiling.
“Absolutely. You’re the exception to every rule I have,” John agrees.
“You’re not a bad guy,” Rodney says as he stabs the controls to raise the cargo ramp back into the ship. He sneezes a couple of times and rubs the back of his hand over his eyes. The ramp is halfway up when a pair of hands appear at the top and then Cadman pulls herself up and over, sliding down to the deck on her butt. When she gets up she gives Rodney a filthy look.
“You knew I was still outside!” she snaps and Rodney gives her his most innocent look. She huffs and pushes passed him, dodging the now aimlessly milling cows to get to the ladder that leads to the upper deck gangway.
“You really like taking your life in your hands?” John prods. “I wouldn’t mess with a girl that can rig practically anything to explode.”
“Yeah well, I can vent her sleeping quarters into space remotely. We’ve got a mutual thing going.”
John laughs but then sobers. “You don’t think we’re bad guys?”
“I said I don’t think you’re a bad guy,” Rodney says. “This,” Rodney adds, waving a hand at the cows that Teyla is trying to coax into the makeshift pen they’ve set up. “Doesn’t touch you. Maybe it’s all that nobility you were talking about.”
“Uhuh,” John says, a little confused but strangely pleased. Rodney is a fairly new addition to their crew, recruited by Teyla who had basically refused to fly unless they got a brilliant engineer that would stop the Firefly falling straight out of the sky. John had to admit that the last couple of months, it had been a real possibility.
John looks up and spots Ronon on the gangway, looking annoyed. “I have a client at our next port and my shuttle smells like a farm,” he grumbles, looking accusingly at the gathered livestock.
“I thought your clients would be used to earthy odours,” John says with a wry grin and Ronon rolls his eyes.
“No more cows!”
“Do you think I wanted to be a cattle rustler when I grew up?” John snaps, flinging his hands up. “I apologise if what we’re currently stealing gets in the way of your man-whoring.”
“Why do you always qualify it like that?” Ronon asks, sounding curious. “You could just say whoring.”
“I could just say your lease is up!” John snaps and Ronon shrugs and disappears.
“What were you saying about me and Cadman?” Rodney asks, looking amused.
“Shutup,” John sighs, without heat and Rodney laughs.