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setissma's birthday.
*throws glitter and appealing socks* Have a good one, Tai :)
...okay, there was GOING to be two CDs worth of car music for you, but apparently my Internet connection refuses to upload at anything faster than 5 kb/s just at the moment, so that's going to have to come later.
To tide you over in the meatime, I wrote you ridiculous impromptu McShep. Kind of :D
~
In retrospect, it’s just one of those incredibly unfortunate coincidences that the day John tells Ford he’s been sleeping with Rodney – just dropping it into conversation, you know, somewhere between discussing the latest mission and updating their perpetual game of my ideal weapon would be – is the same day they all walk in on Teyla making out with one of the other Athosian girls.
“Wow,” Rodney says.
“Huh,” John says.
“Please excuse us,” Teyla says.
“Oh my God,” Ford says, and the hand not holding his sidearm rises to his mouth. “You’ve all been exposed to something. Which means I’ve been exposed. One of those nice tribes on one of those nice alien planets fed us gay chemicals and any day now I’m going to wake up wanting to...to kiss Dr. Beckett, or something.” His voice has risen by about half an octave.
“Aiden –” Teyla begins calmly, but Ford has latched on to his hypothesis with so much enthusiasm that he is not at all dissuaded by her explanation; as far as John can tell, fishing Teyla’s quiet cadences out of Ford’s hysterical babble, it’s some kind of friends-with-benefits deal that’s been going on for years, and the Athosians don't really have the same kind of gender hang-ups as they do anyway.
“This is Weir,” comes Elizabeth’s voice over the citywide speakers, silencing all of them, and for a brief wild moment John wonders if she’s going to follow this up by revealing her own secret lesbian relationship. “Would Major Sheppard’s team please come to the conference room,” she says, sounding snippier than usual, and John remembers that they were already five minutes late for their briefing when they stopped to pick up Teyla.
Teyla apologises to her friend - Elisha someone - and adjusts her hair and they all scramble towards the conference room, Ford still muttering under his breath and John making sure to bump Rodney’s shoulder in a way that means it’s all going to be fine.
“What was the delay? Everything all right?” Elizabeth raises her eyebrows as they walk in.
“Everything’s fine, Elizabeth.” It’s Rodney’s most authoritative voice. “We just got a little distracted.”
“Right. Well –” and Elizabeth plunges into one of her specialised talks, balancing just the right amount of professional flattery with admonishment for the technology they keep breaking; John knows this one pretty much by heart, so he nods soberly at the appropriate moments and starts to direct his attention idly towards the weapons-and-blowjobs corner of his mind instead.
“– really appreciate it. Is everything all right, Lieutenant Ford?” Elizabeth says, breaking the rhythm, and John blinks at his lieutenant, whose face has frozen into a constipated kind of consideration and who can’t seem to look away from Elizabeth herself.
“Yeah,” Ford says, not sounding at all sure, and John manages at the last minute to turn his spurt of laughter into a cough. Oh, man. He knows his team and he knows what Ford is thinking of doing and he knows that it’s a stupid idea; though he isn’t really surprised. Teyla’s always been the only one of them who has the sensible ideas, and he doesn’t think it’s a woman thing or even an alien thing. It’s just a Teyla thing.
He’s a hair’s breadth away from hastily ordering Ford off to the other end of the city to take pictures of the sunset or count balcony railings or something. But then that part of Major John Sheppard that used to rack up insubordination charges faster than most guys did enemy kills speaks up, and it reminds him that Elizabeth is probably due a little bit of human contact by now.
So he lounges even more casually in his chair, folds his arms across his chest and adopts a carefully innocent expression that doesn’t so much as flicker when Ford lurches out of his chair, strides over to Elizabeth with a suicidal kind of determination, and kisses her.
“Good Lord,” Rodney says, and then starts to laugh into his hands. John hears Teyla doing the same, much more subtly, off to his right.
Elizabeth’s eyes are huge and her voice thin. “Lieutenant?”
“Sorry, ma’am,” Ford says, quickly, his eyes still rather glassy. “Very sorry. I was just...checking...”
Elizabeth recovers faster than John expected. “Checking?”
“Alien chemicals,” Rodney says, leaping out of his chair and grabbing one of Ford’s arms, making come on, help me eyes at John. “We thought they’d worn off by now, but obviously he needs medical assistance.”
“Yeah…yeah,” John says, taking Ford’s other arm and putting a firm hand over the kid’s mouth. “He drank the alien Kool-Aid, even though Rodney told him not to. He was kissing everyone.”
Ford gives John a betrayed look, but obviously decides that having a valid scientific excuse for kissing the mission commander is better than not having one, because he allows them to march him away.
“So, you two,” he says, when they’re two corridors away and the two of them have released him.
“Yeah,” John says, shoving his hands into his pockets.
“This isn’t – I mean, it’s not going to be – ?” Rodney sounds worried.
Ford looks from one of them to the other. “Am I, like, getting gay vibes? Standing between the two of you like this?”
“Uh –”
Ford grins abruptly. “I’m kidding, McKay. I couldn’t care less, and I,” he does an impromptu heelspin, “am as heterosexual as ever, thank you, thank you.”
~
“Gay vibes?” John mumbles, later that night, “’S there a scientific basis for those, d’you think? Maybe they’re what rainbows are made of.”
Rodney spends twenty seconds rolling his eyes and talking about the electromagnetic spectrum before he realises that John was teasing him, and then he tries to kill him with a pillow.
setissma's birthday. *throws glitter and appealing socks* Have a good one, Tai :)
...okay, there was GOING to be two CDs worth of car music for you, but apparently my Internet connection refuses to upload at anything faster than 5 kb/s just at the moment, so that's going to have to come later.
To tide you over in the meatime, I wrote you ridiculous impromptu McShep. Kind of :D
~
In retrospect, it’s just one of those incredibly unfortunate coincidences that the day John tells Ford he’s been sleeping with Rodney – just dropping it into conversation, you know, somewhere between discussing the latest mission and updating their perpetual game of my ideal weapon would be – is the same day they all walk in on Teyla making out with one of the other Athosian girls.
“Wow,” Rodney says.
“Huh,” John says.
“Please excuse us,” Teyla says.
“Oh my God,” Ford says, and the hand not holding his sidearm rises to his mouth. “You’ve all been exposed to something. Which means I’ve been exposed. One of those nice tribes on one of those nice alien planets fed us gay chemicals and any day now I’m going to wake up wanting to...to kiss Dr. Beckett, or something.” His voice has risen by about half an octave.
“Aiden –” Teyla begins calmly, but Ford has latched on to his hypothesis with so much enthusiasm that he is not at all dissuaded by her explanation; as far as John can tell, fishing Teyla’s quiet cadences out of Ford’s hysterical babble, it’s some kind of friends-with-benefits deal that’s been going on for years, and the Athosians don't really have the same kind of gender hang-ups as they do anyway.
“This is Weir,” comes Elizabeth’s voice over the citywide speakers, silencing all of them, and for a brief wild moment John wonders if she’s going to follow this up by revealing her own secret lesbian relationship. “Would Major Sheppard’s team please come to the conference room,” she says, sounding snippier than usual, and John remembers that they were already five minutes late for their briefing when they stopped to pick up Teyla.
Teyla apologises to her friend - Elisha someone - and adjusts her hair and they all scramble towards the conference room, Ford still muttering under his breath and John making sure to bump Rodney’s shoulder in a way that means it’s all going to be fine.
“What was the delay? Everything all right?” Elizabeth raises her eyebrows as they walk in.
“Everything’s fine, Elizabeth.” It’s Rodney’s most authoritative voice. “We just got a little distracted.”
“Right. Well –” and Elizabeth plunges into one of her specialised talks, balancing just the right amount of professional flattery with admonishment for the technology they keep breaking; John knows this one pretty much by heart, so he nods soberly at the appropriate moments and starts to direct his attention idly towards the weapons-and-blowjobs corner of his mind instead.
“– really appreciate it. Is everything all right, Lieutenant Ford?” Elizabeth says, breaking the rhythm, and John blinks at his lieutenant, whose face has frozen into a constipated kind of consideration and who can’t seem to look away from Elizabeth herself.
“Yeah,” Ford says, not sounding at all sure, and John manages at the last minute to turn his spurt of laughter into a cough. Oh, man. He knows his team and he knows what Ford is thinking of doing and he knows that it’s a stupid idea; though he isn’t really surprised. Teyla’s always been the only one of them who has the sensible ideas, and he doesn’t think it’s a woman thing or even an alien thing. It’s just a Teyla thing.
He’s a hair’s breadth away from hastily ordering Ford off to the other end of the city to take pictures of the sunset or count balcony railings or something. But then that part of Major John Sheppard that used to rack up insubordination charges faster than most guys did enemy kills speaks up, and it reminds him that Elizabeth is probably due a little bit of human contact by now.
So he lounges even more casually in his chair, folds his arms across his chest and adopts a carefully innocent expression that doesn’t so much as flicker when Ford lurches out of his chair, strides over to Elizabeth with a suicidal kind of determination, and kisses her.
“Good Lord,” Rodney says, and then starts to laugh into his hands. John hears Teyla doing the same, much more subtly, off to his right.
Elizabeth’s eyes are huge and her voice thin. “Lieutenant?”
“Sorry, ma’am,” Ford says, quickly, his eyes still rather glassy. “Very sorry. I was just...checking...”
Elizabeth recovers faster than John expected. “Checking?”
“Alien chemicals,” Rodney says, leaping out of his chair and grabbing one of Ford’s arms, making come on, help me eyes at John. “We thought they’d worn off by now, but obviously he needs medical assistance.”
“Yeah…yeah,” John says, taking Ford’s other arm and putting a firm hand over the kid’s mouth. “He drank the alien Kool-Aid, even though Rodney told him not to. He was kissing everyone.”
Ford gives John a betrayed look, but obviously decides that having a valid scientific excuse for kissing the mission commander is better than not having one, because he allows them to march him away.
“So, you two,” he says, when they’re two corridors away and the two of them have released him.
“Yeah,” John says, shoving his hands into his pockets.
“This isn’t – I mean, it’s not going to be – ?” Rodney sounds worried.
Ford looks from one of them to the other. “Am I, like, getting gay vibes? Standing between the two of you like this?”
“Uh –”
Ford grins abruptly. “I’m kidding, McKay. I couldn’t care less, and I,” he does an impromptu heelspin, “am as heterosexual as ever, thank you, thank you.”
~
“Gay vibes?” John mumbles, later that night, “’S there a scientific basis for those, d’you think? Maybe they’re what rainbows are made of.”
Rodney spends twenty seconds rolling his eyes and talking about the electromagnetic spectrum before he realises that John was teasing him, and then he tries to kill him with a pillow.