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Title: McShep Match Drabbles
Author: [personal profile] danceswithgary
Pairing: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard
Rating: G to PG-13
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 5 x100
Summary: A set of unrelated drabbles written for the 2013 McShep Match Drabble Tree. The word(s) in bold type is the prompt from the tree.

1. puzzled

Although Rodney is rarely baffled for long by either human or Ancient technology, he has to admit people have often puzzled him. Honest opinions aren't appreciated, motives are concealed behind polite phrases, and stupidity usually reigns supreme.

John Sheppard is one of the rare exceptions, something Rodney truly appreciates, especially now. There's no dishonesty in John's eyes as he stretches lean and long across his narrow bed, a smile warm and lazy on his lips. It's late, Rodney's tired and sticky and can't seem to be able to turn his shirt right-side-out, but when John whispers, "Stay," Rodney finally understands.

2. "Does it hurt?"

"Does it hurt?"

John's sensitized skin could feel the Rodney's fingers tremble as they traced just outside the labyrinth etched by the Gebrith high priest. He tried shrugging the question away only to hiss at the pull across the freshly inked surface. "Ehh, maybe a little."

Rodney shook his head while rummaging in the first-aid kit for antibiotic cream and bandages. "I still can't believe you let them tattoo you."

"It's a map, Rodney." John flinched under a cool dollop. "To a ZPM."

Rodney huffed, his fingers gentler than his irritated words. "They could have used paper instead of you."

3. John's dressed in

It's one of Rodney's favorite fantasies. John's dressed in tailored, dark-blue wool, shirt gleaming white and offset by the row of medals and John's tanned face. He smiles - the one that mocks himself instead of Rodney - slowly unbuttoning his jacket and loosening his tie. Rodney holds his breath as John slinks closer, the dress uniform magically disappearing as John says....

"You with me, buddy?"

Rodney blinks then blushes, hopes he hasn't missed anything important. "Where else would I be?" he blusters.

John says with a knowing grin, "Time for bed."

"Great. Now I can't stand up, you... tease."

4. nightmares

It wasn't surprising Rodney had nightmares, but that he refused to ask for help. John observed the sunken crescents beneath Rodney's reddened eyes darken daily, hoping Rodney would admit there was something wrong before catastrophe struck. Finally, no longer willing to watch and wait, John plotted an ambush outside Rodney's room as Rodney was returning to the lab at oh-dark-thirty.

Manhandling Rodney back inside, John ignored blustered protests, removing Rodney's shoes, pants, and shirt before doffing his own. Lifting the bedcovers as invitation, John smiled when Rodney sighed and settled where he belonged, next to John, to sleep without dreams.

5. gilded

A bird in a gilded cage, Rodney mused as he approached John's elegantly appointed 'cell.' It had been a week of frantic searching before they'd pinged John's subcutaneous transmitter, seven very long days of bitter coffee and restless catnaps.

Irritated by his misplaced worry, Rodney grumbled when he entered the room. "Here you are, relaxing in the lap of luxury while...."

He stuttered to a stop when half-naked John turned from the barred window, bruises dark across chest, belly, and wrists - although his face appeared unmarred.

"John, I'm sor...." Contrition souring his mouth, Rodney bowed his head swearing vengeance.


Standard Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters herein. The characters of Rodney McKay and John Sheppard as well as any supporting characters are the property of their creators and MGM Television/Sony Pictures Television/Associated Production Companies. Any deviation (or deviant behavior) from the originals, however, is mine.

Feedback is both welcome and appreciated.

Date: 2013-06-07 07:55 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] mrs_sweetpeach
All of these are very good and #5 left me wanting to read more.


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