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sga_flashficTitle: 46 seconds
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bibliotech [bibliofic@gmail.com]
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard (preslash)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, this never, ever happened, I don't own these characters. 100% fiction.
Summary: Not much that you could do with an ability like this, but it was still kinda cool.
Note the first: Archived at quite a few places; the list is here.
Note the second: Thank yous tocincodemaygirl for beating my pronouns into submission, vegetariansushi for the usual clarity, and hikethekilt for beta'ing in a fandom where she's seen all of one episode.
If Rodney tapped that pen against the desk one more time, John was going to reach over and snap it in half.
Tap. Taptaptaptaptap.
Okay, maybe two more times.
He gave up, turning to face Elizabeth as she went on about something with water temperatures. When it got to this point in the discussion, he tended to zone out a bit. It couldn't be helped, just like it couldn't be helped that Rodney was a compulsive tapper. He'd stop in about 46 seconds anyway. Although that was a pretty random number, come to think of it. The thought was almost enough to keep him awake.
Frowning slightly (with that look that said "I'm really interested in what you have to say, and I'm giving it a lot of thought"), he tried to figure out why it would take 46--wait, now 26--seconds for Rodney to stop tapping the pen. And how he'd known that. Because, really, if you wanted to get technical about it, it wouldn't be the first time that he'd done this. The only reason Rodney wasn't dead yet is because John knew how long it would take for him to get tired of one annoying habit and move on to the next one.
Maybe he just had some kind of internal stopwatch to let him know when it was time for Rodney to switch from irritating habit #4579 to irritating habit #4580. Kinda like knowing when Rodney was about to complain that he couldn't walk another step, not a single solitary one, and he was going to collapse right then and there and they'd have to set up a litter to drag him the rest of the way. John took some perverse satisfaction in announcing that it was time for a break right about then. He gave himself extra points if Rodney had actually opened his mouth to speak.
Three more seconds. Two seconds. One...and Rodney dropped his pen, leaning back in his chair. Okay, it was kinda cool. Not much that you could do with an ability like this, but it was still kinda cool.
Rodney nudged his arm and leaned in to whisper, "I know exactly what you're thinking. You're five seconds away from a coma, aren't you?"
John couldn't resist. "More like 46 seconds."
Author:
bibliotech [bibliofic@gmail.com]Pairing: McKay/Sheppard (preslash)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, this never, ever happened, I don't own these characters. 100% fiction.
Summary: Not much that you could do with an ability like this, but it was still kinda cool.
Note the first: Archived at quite a few places; the list is here.
Note the second: Thank yous to
cincodemaygirl for beating my pronouns into submission, vegetariansushi for the usual clarity, and hikethekilt for beta'ing in a fandom where she's seen all of one episode. If Rodney tapped that pen against the desk one more time, John was going to reach over and snap it in half.
Tap. Taptaptaptaptap.
Okay, maybe two more times.
He gave up, turning to face Elizabeth as she went on about something with water temperatures. When it got to this point in the discussion, he tended to zone out a bit. It couldn't be helped, just like it couldn't be helped that Rodney was a compulsive tapper. He'd stop in about 46 seconds anyway. Although that was a pretty random number, come to think of it. The thought was almost enough to keep him awake.
Frowning slightly (with that look that said "I'm really interested in what you have to say, and I'm giving it a lot of thought"), he tried to figure out why it would take 46--wait, now 26--seconds for Rodney to stop tapping the pen. And how he'd known that. Because, really, if you wanted to get technical about it, it wouldn't be the first time that he'd done this. The only reason Rodney wasn't dead yet is because John knew how long it would take for him to get tired of one annoying habit and move on to the next one.
Maybe he just had some kind of internal stopwatch to let him know when it was time for Rodney to switch from irritating habit #4579 to irritating habit #4580. Kinda like knowing when Rodney was about to complain that he couldn't walk another step, not a single solitary one, and he was going to collapse right then and there and they'd have to set up a litter to drag him the rest of the way. John took some perverse satisfaction in announcing that it was time for a break right about then. He gave himself extra points if Rodney had actually opened his mouth to speak.
Three more seconds. Two seconds. One...and Rodney dropped his pen, leaning back in his chair. Okay, it was kinda cool. Not much that you could do with an ability like this, but it was still kinda cool.
Rodney nudged his arm and leaned in to whisper, "I know exactly what you're thinking. You're five seconds away from a coma, aren't you?"
John couldn't resist. "More like 46 seconds."
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Date: 2006-08-07 03:58 am (UTC)Cute fic, thanks for sharing! :D
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Date: 2008-03-15 09:52 pm (UTC)And now they hide under the desk and are sekritly invisible and do gay pretend-baby-making!
Foxx, you really should've bludgeoned me into this fandom way back when (okay, yes, you tried, but you should've TRIED HARDER) because McShep is the best thing since sliced bread and I really, really, really like bread.
Or something.
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