Story for SGA Saturday
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scarlettdreamDue to the massive problems posting on LJ I am posting this story here with a link from the community
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This Truth by:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
scarlettandblue
Prompt # 8 Bow
Warnings: Adult themes, some disturbing and harmful areas for some, plus some sex and some attempts at humour. Bit of a mixed bag really. Extra warning: self-harm
Pairing: John and Rodney
Spoilers: Set after season 5.
Summary: the Marquis De Sade once said “One must do violence to the object of one’s desire; when it surrenders, the pleasure is greater.”
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, I only wish I did. I’m doing this for fun not profit so please don’t sue me.
Rodney didn’t notice, not at first. He was busy with the latest emergency. He doesn’t even remember now what the emergency was. No hot water in Woolsey‘s Jacuzzi and shower combo bathroom? Industrial toast machine on the fritz again in the commissary kitchens? Pump gage broken in hydroponics lab threatening a test batch of the latest genetically engineered “medicinal” herbs? Maybe all of the above? A trifecta of disaster.
But after working two straight days on only two hours of sleep he thinks he could be forgiven for being a little slow. For dropping the observational ball, so to speak. After all it‘s not rocket science, with rocket science he would have known right away that something was wrong.
So the next day when Rodney strolls into the commissary coasting on the wave of a whole five hours uninterrupted sleep and an expectation of a perfectly toasted bagel for breakfast. It is a little perplexing when people start asking him, “Have you seen Colonel Sheppard?” and looking concerned when he replies, “What? No! Have you tried his office?”
But he shrugs it off and enjoys his breakfast, lightly toasted and slathered in the real cream cheese and jam that could almost be blackcurrant, a fitting reward for the man who single-handedly saved Atlantis from burnt toast. It’s not until he’s finished the bagel and notices Ronon had sat opposite him and hadn’t even tried to steal his breakfast that he begins to wonder if maybe there is a problem. Because Ronon not making free with the contents of Rodney’s breakfast tray is a sign of the apocalypse, a harbinger of some kind of doom.
Ronon glares, and the usual glint of amusement is missing from his eyes, so Rodney asks, “Everything okay?”
And Ronon says, “You seen Sheppard?“
Now Rodney feels his irritation quotient rising exponentially. Clearly Sheppard wants to see him but can’t be bothered to actually come and find him. It’s a tactic he’s endured before.
By the time fifty or so people have all asked him some variation of “Have you seen Colonel Sheppard yet?” Rodney will snap. He’ll storm down to the grim little closet Sheppard calls an office. He’ll slam the door open and shout “What!” Sheppard will be slouching in his crappy un-ergonomic plastic chair with his booted feet up on the desk and he’ll smirk and say “What, What?” and before he knows it Rodney will be drawn into bickering over who wanted who and it will all be down hill from there. Another evening of his valuable time lost to arguing over who has the best toys Batman or Iron Man, or who has the coolest super-villains Batman or Dr Who, or whether Kirk would beat Leela in a celebrity death-match.
But he’s not falling for that today. Rodney is the man who single-handedly saved Atlantis from a less than shower-fresh Woolsey, a dip in the supply of medicinal herbs and the less than sunny disposition of hordes of disgruntled Marines and Lab Assistants looking for payback after the breakfast toast was burnt again. So he replies, “No I haven’t. But did you notice the toaster is working again?”
Ronon is up and heading over to the bread and baked breakfast selection and successfully diverted back on to his latest quest; to discover which flavour of muffin is enhanced by the toasting process and which just turns into molten goo. Rodney slips out of the commissary with a small smile. Now that he’s stripped it out and powder coated the heating elements with naquada, and used the latest self-lubricating synthetic oil technology on all the moving parts he’s pretty sure that toaster is indestructible. But it does no harm to get the caveman to give it a through field-test just to be sure.
link to This Truth Part 2
sga_saturdayThis Truth by:
scarlettandbluePrompt # 8 Bow
Warnings: Adult themes, some disturbing and harmful areas for some, plus some sex and some attempts at humour. Bit of a mixed bag really. Extra warning: self-harm
Pairing: John and Rodney
Spoilers: Set after season 5.
Summary: the Marquis De Sade once said “One must do violence to the object of one’s desire; when it surrenders, the pleasure is greater.”
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, I only wish I did. I’m doing this for fun not profit so please don’t sue me.
Rodney didn’t notice, not at first. He was busy with the latest emergency. He doesn’t even remember now what the emergency was. No hot water in Woolsey‘s Jacuzzi and shower combo bathroom? Industrial toast machine on the fritz again in the commissary kitchens? Pump gage broken in hydroponics lab threatening a test batch of the latest genetically engineered “medicinal” herbs? Maybe all of the above? A trifecta of disaster.
But after working two straight days on only two hours of sleep he thinks he could be forgiven for being a little slow. For dropping the observational ball, so to speak. After all it‘s not rocket science, with rocket science he would have known right away that something was wrong.
So the next day when Rodney strolls into the commissary coasting on the wave of a whole five hours uninterrupted sleep and an expectation of a perfectly toasted bagel for breakfast. It is a little perplexing when people start asking him, “Have you seen Colonel Sheppard?” and looking concerned when he replies, “What? No! Have you tried his office?”
But he shrugs it off and enjoys his breakfast, lightly toasted and slathered in the real cream cheese and jam that could almost be blackcurrant, a fitting reward for the man who single-handedly saved Atlantis from burnt toast. It’s not until he’s finished the bagel and notices Ronon had sat opposite him and hadn’t even tried to steal his breakfast that he begins to wonder if maybe there is a problem. Because Ronon not making free with the contents of Rodney’s breakfast tray is a sign of the apocalypse, a harbinger of some kind of doom.
Ronon glares, and the usual glint of amusement is missing from his eyes, so Rodney asks, “Everything okay?”
And Ronon says, “You seen Sheppard?“
Now Rodney feels his irritation quotient rising exponentially. Clearly Sheppard wants to see him but can’t be bothered to actually come and find him. It’s a tactic he’s endured before.
By the time fifty or so people have all asked him some variation of “Have you seen Colonel Sheppard yet?” Rodney will snap. He’ll storm down to the grim little closet Sheppard calls an office. He’ll slam the door open and shout “What!” Sheppard will be slouching in his crappy un-ergonomic plastic chair with his booted feet up on the desk and he’ll smirk and say “What, What?” and before he knows it Rodney will be drawn into bickering over who wanted who and it will all be down hill from there. Another evening of his valuable time lost to arguing over who has the best toys Batman or Iron Man, or who has the coolest super-villains Batman or Dr Who, or whether Kirk would beat Leela in a celebrity death-match.
But he’s not falling for that today. Rodney is the man who single-handedly saved Atlantis from a less than shower-fresh Woolsey, a dip in the supply of medicinal herbs and the less than sunny disposition of hordes of disgruntled Marines and Lab Assistants looking for payback after the breakfast toast was burnt again. So he replies, “No I haven’t. But did you notice the toaster is working again?”
Ronon is up and heading over to the bread and baked breakfast selection and successfully diverted back on to his latest quest; to discover which flavour of muffin is enhanced by the toasting process and which just turns into molten goo. Rodney slips out of the commissary with a small smile. Now that he’s stripped it out and powder coated the heating elements with naquada, and used the latest self-lubricating synthetic oil technology on all the moving parts he’s pretty sure that toaster is indestructible. But it does no harm to get the caveman to give it a through field-test just to be sure.
link to This Truth Part 2
