Drabble: SGA (McShep)
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comment_fic prompt: Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, being forced to dress in their "Sunday best" to receive visitors from Earth.
"This is easy for you, Sheppard. All you have to do is slap on your dress uniform and you're good to go. What am I supposed to wear? A lab coat?"
Rodney paced back and forth in front of the small closet he had in his quarters. He didn't have any clothing that he'd call his "Sunday best" hiding in there. When he'd made the trip to Atlantis, Rodney thought it was a very real possibility he would never see Earth again. Why waste space with clothes he'd never wear?
But John was trying not to stare at him from across the room and failing, eyebrows raised and fidgeting in his crisp service dress uniform. Rodney didn't envy him - he could tell John was just as uncomfortable with all the pomp and circumstance they were facing.
"You're the Chief Science Officer of the expedition, Rodney. You know Elizabeth's not gonna let it slide."
John ran a hand through his impossibly spiky hair, avoiding Rodney's gaze. Rodney stopped in front of his closet, sighed, and looked through it again. He found a shirt that was at least semi-formal - it had no coffee stains on it and that was the best he could manage - but also saw another article of clothing that made him stop and stare. He pulled it out of the closet and held it up for John to see.
It was the ugly orange jumper Rodney had worn the day they'd met in Antarctica. John grinned and tried to stifle a wave of giggles.
"You still have that thing?"
Rodney walked over to John, holding the sweater up against his body. "Well, duh. It's my favorite. Plus, now it just reminds me of you. The Amazing Flyboy Wonder - watch him turn on any Ancient device with a single thought!"
They smiled at one another, said nothing for a few beats. Then John put his arms around Rodney and pulled him closer, the orange fleece now tucked in between them.
"I'm glad I found you," John whispered.
"Likewise," Rodney answered, closing the remaining distance between them and kissing John softly.
"You gotta get ready," John murmured against Rodney's lips.
"Mmm, just one more kiss before company comes."
comment_fic prompt: Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, being forced to dress in their "Sunday best" to receive visitors from Earth."This is easy for you, Sheppard. All you have to do is slap on your dress uniform and you're good to go. What am I supposed to wear? A lab coat?"
Rodney paced back and forth in front of the small closet he had in his quarters. He didn't have any clothing that he'd call his "Sunday best" hiding in there. When he'd made the trip to Atlantis, Rodney thought it was a very real possibility he would never see Earth again. Why waste space with clothes he'd never wear?
But John was trying not to stare at him from across the room and failing, eyebrows raised and fidgeting in his crisp service dress uniform. Rodney didn't envy him - he could tell John was just as uncomfortable with all the pomp and circumstance they were facing.
"You're the Chief Science Officer of the expedition, Rodney. You know Elizabeth's not gonna let it slide."
John ran a hand through his impossibly spiky hair, avoiding Rodney's gaze. Rodney stopped in front of his closet, sighed, and looked through it again. He found a shirt that was at least semi-formal - it had no coffee stains on it and that was the best he could manage - but also saw another article of clothing that made him stop and stare. He pulled it out of the closet and held it up for John to see.
It was the ugly orange jumper Rodney had worn the day they'd met in Antarctica. John grinned and tried to stifle a wave of giggles.
"You still have that thing?"
Rodney walked over to John, holding the sweater up against his body. "Well, duh. It's my favorite. Plus, now it just reminds me of you. The Amazing Flyboy Wonder - watch him turn on any Ancient device with a single thought!"
They smiled at one another, said nothing for a few beats. Then John put his arms around Rodney and pulled him closer, the orange fleece now tucked in between them.
"I'm glad I found you," John whispered.
"Likewise," Rodney answered, closing the remaining distance between them and kissing John softly.
"You gotta get ready," John murmured against Rodney's lips.
"Mmm, just one more kiss before company comes."
