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sga_flashficTitle: Shore Leave
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kellifer_fic
Pairings: McKay/Sheppard (implied)
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
Words: 230
He spent the first three days on the beach. A little sun, a little surfing and amazement that no matter where you were in the universe, sand had the power to find its way into uncomfortable places in exactly the same manner.
The fourth day he flipped through his address book for an hour before deciding there was no one he really had a burning desire to catch up with and didn’t that say something.
Day five found him in a bar, being pressed up against by blondes of both genders and a particularly tall red head that he wasn’t quite sure about, all of which got a polite smile and a nod towards his beer, basically a ‘sorry folks, just here to drink’.
It was nice to know he still had it.
On the sixth day, he was standing outside Rodney’s apartment, looking at his sneakers when the door swung open and an affably dishevelled McKay said, “Well?”
“I want to go home. Is that pathetic?” John ducked his head.
Rodney leaned forward and hooked an elbow around John’s neck, mussing his fingers through John’s hair in a movement that would get any other person flat on the floor with a knee to the throat for their trouble, but because it was Rodney, merely invoked an affectionate grin.
“Finally,” Rodney sighed. “I’ve already called a car.”
Author:
kellifer_ficPairings: McKay/Sheppard (implied)
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
Words: 230
He spent the first three days on the beach. A little sun, a little surfing and amazement that no matter where you were in the universe, sand had the power to find its way into uncomfortable places in exactly the same manner.
The fourth day he flipped through his address book for an hour before deciding there was no one he really had a burning desire to catch up with and didn’t that say something.
Day five found him in a bar, being pressed up against by blondes of both genders and a particularly tall red head that he wasn’t quite sure about, all of which got a polite smile and a nod towards his beer, basically a ‘sorry folks, just here to drink’.
It was nice to know he still had it.
On the sixth day, he was standing outside Rodney’s apartment, looking at his sneakers when the door swung open and an affably dishevelled McKay said, “Well?”
“I want to go home. Is that pathetic?” John ducked his head.
Rodney leaned forward and hooked an elbow around John’s neck, mussing his fingers through John’s hair in a movement that would get any other person flat on the floor with a knee to the throat for their trouble, but because it was Rodney, merely invoked an affectionate grin.
“Finally,” Rodney sighed. “I’ve already called a car.”