stargateficrec | Einstein by tigs (PG-13)

Show: SGA

Rec Category: Alternate Universe
Characters: Rodney McKay John Sheppard Aiden Ford
Pairings: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard
Categories: Gen Established Relationship Alternate Universe
Warnings: Dissing the hair
Author on LJ:

tigs
Author's Website: Fiction by Tigs Tigs on AO3 Tigs on Wraithbait
Link: Einstein on Author's site Einstein on LJ Einstein on AO3 Einstein on Wraithbait

Why This Must Be Read: The Summary says:
"On me, at least, it would be appropriate," Rodney said. "Crazy physics teacher, here. I *should* have hair that sticks out at all odd angles."

This is just a small little High School Teacher AU that takes place during a break.

"Damn you, Sheppard," Ford said, and when John turned around again, he'd already picked the tube up off of the ground and was in the process of taking it to one of the tables. "You can't just *hand* a brother his package, can you? No, you think that just because you coach the football team, you've got to *pass* it."

"It's what he does," Rodney said from his place at the table in the corner of the room. "You've been teaching here for a year now, Ford, you should know this already."

Rodney had the newspaper open in front of him: the science and technology page, John was sure, because Rodney always read the science page during his free period. And then he spent the rest of the day complaining that the section editors were idiots who wouldn't know newsworthy science if it came and bit them on the ass. Which it would someday, he vowed, and given that Rodney was pretty much a genius, John thought he was probably right.

"I know, I know," Ford said. "But I keep hoping that if I mention it often enough, it'll get through his thick skull."

"It's not his skull it needs to get through," Rodney answered, and John would have been willing to place bets on what the next words to come out of his mouth would be. And he would have been right too. "It's his hair."

"You're just jealous," he said.

He had to resist the urge to pat down his hair, though, so instead he sat himself down at the nearest table, his own box in front of him. He pulled his keys out of his pocket, using them to splice through the tape on the top, cutting through the label with his name on it: John Sheppard, Pegasus Cole High School, Atlantis, CA 94521.
"On me, at least, it would be appropriate," Rodney said. "Crazy physics teacher, here. I *should* have hair that sticks out at all odd angles."

John pointed at his own head. "*Crazy math teacher.*" Then, because he thought he was sounding maybe a little bit *too* indignant: "And the look I'm going for is playfully tousled, not 'sticking out at all odd angles.'"

"Sorry," Rodney said, still not looking up from his paper—and that was just one of the annoying things about him. He could carry on whole conversations without once looking at you. But then he did. And he actually *leered* at John. On campus. "My mistake."