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sga_flashficTitle: Five Things I'd Like to See in Season Five
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keefaq
Word Count:729
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
1
“Cadman,” Rodney said, looking up from the DHD. "I haven't seen you for a while. You’re on the gate team that’s going to PM3-649?”
“That’s Major Cadman to you, Rodney. I’m not on the gate team, I’m in charge of it.” She gestured toward the woman beside her. This is my scientist, Sharon Dietz.”
“Oh? Really? An all female gate team? That’s…wow…that’s kind of hot.”
Major Cadman rolled her eyes. “Why would my team be all female?” she asked as two other, very male, marines joined them. She turned back to the gate with a jaunty “Let’s go, people,” and they were off.
2
John had told Woolsey that if they were going to do this, he wouldn’t risk the whole team visiting a supposedly friendly Wraith ship, which is why Rodney and Teyla had stayed home, but now he wished they had come so that they wouldn’t be dependant on his description of what he’d seen there.
“They’re Wraith,” Ronon said. “They’re feeding on humans.”
It must be nice to be so sure of everything. “They’re not exactly humans,” John said.
“Not exactly human? What does that mean?” Rodney asked.
“The Wraith have been doing some genetic engineering. The people they’re breeding to feed on are sub human. They don’t have any language or anything. They’re more like cattle than people. The Wraith claim they are getting more and more clans to give up raiding and start feeding on these creatures they’ve bred instead. I guess they reach maturity faster than us so these Wraith scientists believe they can solve their food shortage by breeding more and more of them. This group is claiming they have given up feeding on regular people completely and want to form an alliance with us.”
“They’re Wraith,” Ronon said. “They’re lying.”
“Even if they’re telling the truth,” Rodney said. “Are we okay with them feeding off these sort-of people?” John shot him a surprised look. “What?” Rodney’s voice went up in outrage. “I can be—“
Woolsey was rubbing his hands together in that gleeful way he had when he was jumping over moral quagmires with a single bound. “An alliance with a group like this could be just what we need to defeat the other Wraith.”
“We could play along,” Ronon suggested. Woolsey nodded thoughtfully.
“Perhaps we should look more closely at these altered humans,” Telyla suggested, “to see if what the Wriath have said about them is true.”
“Yes, yes, of course it requires further study,” Woolsey said, but John could tell his heart wasn’t in it.
This was going to get complicated.
3
Rodney reached for his radio with uncharacteristic ease, made graceful by sated lust. He listened intently for a moment, then shook his head at John, who had turned around on the bed to see what was up. He added a little “it’s nothing” gesture., and John slid back down, closing his eyes and looking as if Rodney’s sharp words through the radio were a familiar sleep aide, which, well, they were. Rodney indulged himself by reaching over and running one hand softly down John’s naked back as he harangued Zelenka for bothering him with trifles before he’d even gotten his morning coffee. He was glad Zelenka couldn’t see that he was smiling just a little.
4
“Look, I won’t be gone long. There are some things I need to take care of that can’t be done from here. A few days is all I need,” John said, his voice carefully casual, which didn’t fool Rodney at all.
“I’m coming with you this time,” Rodney insisted.
John stopped packing, moved deliberately into Rodney’s space, into Rodney’s broad hands which settled on his hips, and pressed his face into the side of Rodney’s neck. “Yeah, okay,” he said. “It’s time Dave met you, anyway.”
“I still don’t get why your Dad left everything to you.”
“His business sense always outweighed his personal feelings. He knew I’d make sure Dave was okay.”
“You won’t get sucked into staying there to run things?”
John pulled back and stared at Rodney. Both his hands had found their own way to Rodney's arms and he brushed those solid biceps with his thumbs as he rolled his eyes at the familiar worrying. “Come on, Rodney, get a grip.”
5
“Hey, what’s this?” Rodney asked, grabbing at the book before John could toss it into his duffle bag. “The Red and the Black? What happened to War and Peace?”
John rolled his eyes. “Jeez, Rodney, I finished War and Peace a long time ago.”
Author:
keefaqWord Count:729
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
“Cadman,” Rodney said, looking up from the DHD. "I haven't seen you for a while. You’re on the gate team that’s going to PM3-649?”
“That’s Major Cadman to you, Rodney. I’m not on the gate team, I’m in charge of it.” She gestured toward the woman beside her. This is my scientist, Sharon Dietz.”
“Oh? Really? An all female gate team? That’s…wow…that’s kind of hot.”
Major Cadman rolled her eyes. “Why would my team be all female?” she asked as two other, very male, marines joined them. She turned back to the gate with a jaunty “Let’s go, people,” and they were off.
John had told Woolsey that if they were going to do this, he wouldn’t risk the whole team visiting a supposedly friendly Wraith ship, which is why Rodney and Teyla had stayed home, but now he wished they had come so that they wouldn’t be dependant on his description of what he’d seen there.
“They’re Wraith,” Ronon said. “They’re feeding on humans.”
It must be nice to be so sure of everything. “They’re not exactly humans,” John said.
“Not exactly human? What does that mean?” Rodney asked.
“The Wraith have been doing some genetic engineering. The people they’re breeding to feed on are sub human. They don’t have any language or anything. They’re more like cattle than people. The Wraith claim they are getting more and more clans to give up raiding and start feeding on these creatures they’ve bred instead. I guess they reach maturity faster than us so these Wraith scientists believe they can solve their food shortage by breeding more and more of them. This group is claiming they have given up feeding on regular people completely and want to form an alliance with us.”
“They’re Wraith,” Ronon said. “They’re lying.”
“Even if they’re telling the truth,” Rodney said. “Are we okay with them feeding off these sort-of people?” John shot him a surprised look. “What?” Rodney’s voice went up in outrage. “I can be—“
Woolsey was rubbing his hands together in that gleeful way he had when he was jumping over moral quagmires with a single bound. “An alliance with a group like this could be just what we need to defeat the other Wraith.”
“We could play along,” Ronon suggested. Woolsey nodded thoughtfully.
“Perhaps we should look more closely at these altered humans,” Telyla suggested, “to see if what the Wriath have said about them is true.”
“Yes, yes, of course it requires further study,” Woolsey said, but John could tell his heart wasn’t in it.
This was going to get complicated.
Rodney reached for his radio with uncharacteristic ease, made graceful by sated lust. He listened intently for a moment, then shook his head at John, who had turned around on the bed to see what was up. He added a little “it’s nothing” gesture., and John slid back down, closing his eyes and looking as if Rodney’s sharp words through the radio were a familiar sleep aide, which, well, they were. Rodney indulged himself by reaching over and running one hand softly down John’s naked back as he harangued Zelenka for bothering him with trifles before he’d even gotten his morning coffee. He was glad Zelenka couldn’t see that he was smiling just a little.
“Look, I won’t be gone long. There are some things I need to take care of that can’t be done from here. A few days is all I need,” John said, his voice carefully casual, which didn’t fool Rodney at all.
“I’m coming with you this time,” Rodney insisted.
John stopped packing, moved deliberately into Rodney’s space, into Rodney’s broad hands which settled on his hips, and pressed his face into the side of Rodney’s neck. “Yeah, okay,” he said. “It’s time Dave met you, anyway.”
“I still don’t get why your Dad left everything to you.”
“His business sense always outweighed his personal feelings. He knew I’d make sure Dave was okay.”
“You won’t get sucked into staying there to run things?”
John pulled back and stared at Rodney. Both his hands had found their own way to Rodney's arms and he brushed those solid biceps with his thumbs as he rolled his eyes at the familiar worrying. “Come on, Rodney, get a grip.”
“Hey, what’s this?” Rodney asked, grabbing at the book before John could toss it into his duffle bag. “The Red and the Black? What happened to War and Peace?”
John rolled his eyes. “Jeez, Rodney, I finished War and Peace a long time ago.”