Appearances Can Be Deceiving by alyburns
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stargateficrecShow: SGA
Rec Category: Sheppard/McKay
Characters: John Sheppard, Rodney McKay, Daniel Jackson
Pairings: Sheppard/McKay
Categories: Angst, Established Relationship, Slash, Time Travel
Warnings: Apparent character death (not permanent)
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
alyburns
Author's Website:
Link: Appearances Can Be Deceiving
Why This Must Be Read:
Time travel plus Daniel Jackson proves to be the solution to Rodney's dilemma after tragedy strikes. Fortunately, all's well that ends well for our heroes.
He had everything. DADT was history and everything he'd prayed for a couple of months ago, when his life turned impossibly bleak, was now his.
Rodney looked around the small kitchenette with its sunny colors (courtesy of the bright, stained-glass windows), at the small breakfast table holding his Simpson's mug (a gag gift from General O'Neill) full to the brim with hot coffee and, finally, an NFL plate (a 'just because' present from John) that held scrambled eggs, bacon and cinnamon-raisin toast. The soothing sound of the ocean added to the overall feeling of an peaceful, ordinary life. But then, feelings, like appearances, could be deceiving. At that moment, John walked in, dropped a kiss on the top of Rodney's head, filled his own mug with coffee and helped himself to the remaining eggs, bacon and only slightly cooled toast before joining Rodney at the table.
"Looks great," he commented as he dug his fork into the eggs.
"Made it your way; cream, sour cream and chives," Rodney answered.
"Thanks. So what's on the schedule for later? A relaxing hike over to the East Pier and that exploring you wanted to do...or maybe the trip to the mainland we've been planning?"
It was day one of their long overdue vacation and Rodney, the man with everything, couldn't have cared less what they did.
John gave a wicked waggle of his eyebrows, cocked his head, and added, "Or maybe we just stay here and go back to," he waved a hand in the general direction of their bedroom, "bed."
Rodney smiled, the one designed to fool everyone who knew him well - including John - and said, "Whatever you want to do, I want to do."
Grinning, John waved a piece of bacon in the general direction of their room and said, "Bed it is. Right after that pesky meeting with the teams in," he checked his watch, "an hour, but after that, I'm all yours."
Rodney should have complained about the last-minute meeting - bitterly. After all, no one had indulged in any kind of downtime in ages. But he didn't.
John should have been surprised by his lack of sulking - but he wasn't.
Which summed everything up in a nutshell.
Rodney watched as John, a half-smile on his face, enjoyed his breakfast while perusing a couple of reports. He hadn't shaved yet, his hair was spiky (yes, even more so than usual), and his right cheek was pillow-creased.
John should have been the most beautiful sight in the world.
Rodney sighed, not loud enough to capture John's attention, but enough to let a small bit of his... Was it ennui or an emotionless kind of...emotion...that he was giving an escape route to with the sigh? Like it mattered? Not likely.
John finished the last of his toast and coffee, put the report down, stood, picked up their dishes and walked them to the counter. He put them in the washer, waved his hand over the small crystal plate and walked back to Rodney. "I'd suggest a shower together, but we both know I'd be late to the meeting. But I promise to zip through it in half the time, all right?"
"Sure. I've got things I can do to stay busy," Rodney said, putting every ounce of fake emotion into the words that he could. He really should have been an actor.
Grinning again, John wagged a finger at him and warned, "Don't get too busy, I don't want to hear anything even remotely resembling, 'I have to finish this, it might hold the secret to the universe' coming out of your mouth. Got that, buddy?"
He hadn't said anything even remotely close to that in... Not since....
Rodney felt his heart jump a bit, but just nodded and crossed his heart. "Reading a mystery book. That's it, just reading."
John patted him on the head on his way to the bathroom. "Good boy."
Rodney was alone.
What a fucking difference a little time can make. He rested his head in his hands and, before he could stop it, his mind was floating back....
Rec Category: Sheppard/McKay
Characters: John Sheppard, Rodney McKay, Daniel Jackson
Pairings: Sheppard/McKay
Categories: Angst, Established Relationship, Slash, Time Travel
Warnings: Apparent character death (not permanent)
Author on LJ:
alyburnsAuthor's Website:
Link: Appearances Can Be Deceiving
Why This Must Be Read:
Time travel plus Daniel Jackson proves to be the solution to Rodney's dilemma after tragedy strikes. Fortunately, all's well that ends well for our heroes.
He had everything. DADT was history and everything he'd prayed for a couple of months ago, when his life turned impossibly bleak, was now his.
Rodney looked around the small kitchenette with its sunny colors (courtesy of the bright, stained-glass windows), at the small breakfast table holding his Simpson's mug (a gag gift from General O'Neill) full to the brim with hot coffee and, finally, an NFL plate (a 'just because' present from John) that held scrambled eggs, bacon and cinnamon-raisin toast. The soothing sound of the ocean added to the overall feeling of an peaceful, ordinary life. But then, feelings, like appearances, could be deceiving. At that moment, John walked in, dropped a kiss on the top of Rodney's head, filled his own mug with coffee and helped himself to the remaining eggs, bacon and only slightly cooled toast before joining Rodney at the table.
"Looks great," he commented as he dug his fork into the eggs.
"Made it your way; cream, sour cream and chives," Rodney answered.
"Thanks. So what's on the schedule for later? A relaxing hike over to the East Pier and that exploring you wanted to do...or maybe the trip to the mainland we've been planning?"
It was day one of their long overdue vacation and Rodney, the man with everything, couldn't have cared less what they did.
John gave a wicked waggle of his eyebrows, cocked his head, and added, "Or maybe we just stay here and go back to," he waved a hand in the general direction of their bedroom, "bed."
Rodney smiled, the one designed to fool everyone who knew him well - including John - and said, "Whatever you want to do, I want to do."
Grinning, John waved a piece of bacon in the general direction of their room and said, "Bed it is. Right after that pesky meeting with the teams in," he checked his watch, "an hour, but after that, I'm all yours."
Rodney should have complained about the last-minute meeting - bitterly. After all, no one had indulged in any kind of downtime in ages. But he didn't.
John should have been surprised by his lack of sulking - but he wasn't.
Which summed everything up in a nutshell.
Rodney watched as John, a half-smile on his face, enjoyed his breakfast while perusing a couple of reports. He hadn't shaved yet, his hair was spiky (yes, even more so than usual), and his right cheek was pillow-creased.
John should have been the most beautiful sight in the world.
Rodney sighed, not loud enough to capture John's attention, but enough to let a small bit of his... Was it ennui or an emotionless kind of...emotion...that he was giving an escape route to with the sigh? Like it mattered? Not likely.
John finished the last of his toast and coffee, put the report down, stood, picked up their dishes and walked them to the counter. He put them in the washer, waved his hand over the small crystal plate and walked back to Rodney. "I'd suggest a shower together, but we both know I'd be late to the meeting. But I promise to zip through it in half the time, all right?"
"Sure. I've got things I can do to stay busy," Rodney said, putting every ounce of fake emotion into the words that he could. He really should have been an actor.
Grinning again, John wagged a finger at him and warned, "Don't get too busy, I don't want to hear anything even remotely resembling, 'I have to finish this, it might hold the secret to the universe' coming out of your mouth. Got that, buddy?"
He hadn't said anything even remotely close to that in... Not since....
Rodney felt his heart jump a bit, but just nodded and crossed his heart. "Reading a mystery book. That's it, just reading."
John patted him on the head on his way to the bathroom. "Good boy."
Rodney was alone.
What a fucking difference a little time can make. He rested his head in his hands and, before he could stop it, his mind was floating back....
