don't be dull, be fannish

McKay strode in, cocked his fist, and slugged Jack hard enough he'd have hit the deck with his ass if Mitchell hadn't caught him.

"Ow," Jack mumbled and rubbed at his jaw. He supposed he deserved that, at least in McKay's eyes.

"You sonovabitch," McKay told him.

"Nice to see you too."

“You know,” he calls through the very expensive mahogany paneling, “I can’t actually do my job unless we’re in the same room.”

John pursed his lips unhappily, thinking. He automatically pulled Rodney closer, running his hands idly up and down his back. He did feel better--a lot better. He realized he hadn't even really known how bad he felt until he didn't anymore. He wasn't much surprised that he and Rodney were naked, though he didn't know how they ended up in infirmary beds. The last coherent memory he had was seeing Rodney again, and the desperate, clawing need that went with it, like there was no way he could ever get close enough.

With a sigh, Rodney pushed back in his chair and stared down at Radek. "What are you, some kind of crazed, gay yenta?"

"There was chest puffing." Radek sat up and puffed out his chest in imitation of Sheppard. "He's worse than a pigeon. Ever see their courtship display? They strut with their chest feathers all puffed up, much like the Colonel."

"Would you marry me?" Rodney asked.

To his credit, John didn't choke. He just stopped eating and looked at Rodney as if he'd grown a third eye. Rodney couldn't blame him. Neither of them spoke for a while until John said, "Okay, I'll bite. Is this therapy through role play? Or are you trying to get back at Jeannie?"

Dinner was good but Rodney stopped him when John went to pay for them both.

"I have a purse now," Rodney told him seriously. "I can beat you to death with it. This was my idea; I'm paying."

John held up his hands peaceably. "Sure thing, Rodney. I'm all for gender equality."

He got hit with the purse.

Their original plan is to rent a car and. . . go somewhere. Take the Trans-Canada as far as they could, retrace the last tour of Hard Core Logo, find the hand of Franklin, whatever. The real Canadian experience, John says, despite the fact that his work with the US Air Force has him spending so much time in Moose Jaw that he has to show Rodney around. The plan is revised, very early on, to stay in Rodney's apartment and have as much sex as possible. Rodney thinks this is a good plan. John's as scruffy as he remembers, except that the long hair has been hacked short and tends to stick up as if semaphoring for help. Rodney's always liked round-faced, blue-eyed blonds, male or female. This sudden lust for someone who's completely opposite to his type he finds baffling. He blames it on the chocolate.

tinx_r

~ "Hi, I'm Sheptron. Wanna fuse?"

~ Sheppardopteryx thought Meredistrodon was the best thing since the invention of flight. Meredistrodon in turn thought that Sheppardopteryx wasn't entirely stupid, which for him was practically the same sentiment.

~ Female go be blonde somewhere else. On keep Ro for himself.

Rodney to John: “Just tell me what you folded, bent, spindled, or mutilated and I’ll fix it and only mock you about it for a couple of weeks, promise.”