SGA FICLET: Doo-Wop - John/Rodney
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icarusAnother John/Rodney moment... although really, right now I feel like writing porn. Something truly steamy.
But this is what I've got.
ETA: Here's a copy of one of those Doo-Wop songs. Don't say I didn't warn you. ;)
http://s7.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=0IT1EH9M6B1OB2IEYPHBZKZWQ3
Doo-Wop
by Icarus
"What's this?" Rodney peered over the collection of junk spread all over John's messier-than-usual desk. Tightly rolled socks, a box of uniforms, a collection of electronics and weapons took up every available chair to Rodney's annoyance. He had a valuable mission report to hand in and suspected it would become lost in this... this disaster area. His report wasn't technically late if Sheppard was still in his office at ten o'clock at night.
John sighed heavily, running a hand through rumpled hair. "Colonel Sumner's gear. It's been sitting in his room for the last month. They just brought it up today."
"Oh."
Rodney made a brave attempt to look regretful or sad or whatever it was people were supposed to feel at these times, despite the fact that Sumner had been inconveniently slow to respond to every vital life-saving attempt to shut power off in Atlantis their first day. Rodney had more than a sneaking suspicion that that they'd just seen natural selection at work.
Sheppard picked up a holster and turned it in his hands unseeingly. "I'm supposed to… I'm supposed to send it back to his family. Write a letter." He set it down and made a vague gesture at the rest of the room. "Of course I can't send it anywhere."
Rodney pursed his lips. "Well… it's the thought that counts." That was what people said, wasn't it? Sheppard snorted, and he poured himself something Rodney suspected wasn't water, in which case he should be sharing.
Rodney peered over the collection as if it were potentially useful artifacts. He frowned. Speaking of artifacts….
"Is that really an old Walkman?" He pointed. Sheppard just shrugged. "Colonel Sumner listened to music?" Rodney couldn't quite contain his disbelief.
Sheppard tipped his head noncommittally. "Couldn't vouch for it. Never saw it myself."
There was already a tape inside. Rodney picked it up without hesitation and pulled on the headphones.
"I don't think you…" Sheppard began.
"Doo-Wop?" Rodney said, listening incredulously.
"Gimme that." Sheppard snatched away the headphones and then listened with a strange expression.
Rodney took it back and gratefully found that at least Sumner had the expensive kind with the built-in speakers. The old 50s music echoed off the high walls and vaulted ceilings of Atlantis, outrageously cheerful. Perky even.
A wondering smile spread across Sheppard's face. Rodney choked on a helpless laugh.
"So much about Sumner just fell into place…" he said, dazed, shaking his head. "I find it ironic that the first trace of a personality is unearthed after he's dead."
Sheppard spluttered.
Rodney's face went blank. "I wasn't supposed to say that, was I?"
Sheppard dipped his head in an attempt to hide a slow sheepish smile. Finally, he gave up and said, "It's true."
Rodney nodded, grateful. "It is."
They listened quietly, until the tinny sound irritated Rodney. He clicked it off.
"Hey!" John complained. "That's great stuff!"
"It's terrible!" Rodney said. "This is stone age! He was probably controlled by a lizard brain at the base of his spine." He ignored Sheppard's annoyance as he wrestled with the wires and Sheppard's laptop, and then – ah.
Much better.
The room filled with the strains of "Bells gonna ring, gonna ring-ring…" loud and clear through the speakers on John's computer.
"There's only so much technological horror I can stand." Rodney breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on a box of uniforms.
"It kinda sounded like a 78."
"I'm not into gramophones."
Sheppard grinned, head bobbing to the music, shoulders swaying awkwardly, unselfconscious if dreamy. He gave a half-mocking smile and sang, "The birds are sing-ing-! For me and my gal!" painfully off-key.
Rodney winced. He had to be a true karoke horror.
The only hope for it was to drown him out. It wasn't hard to pick up the simple ditty. Besides, Rodney couldn't resist that much fun. Sheppard had the sense to slip into the bass line as Rodney's clear well-trained tenor took up the melody.
They were well into the next song when Rodney heard a soft, "Gentleman-?"
Elizabeth's amused voice brought them up short. She stood at the door and glanced between them with a trace of a smile. "I didn't know you could sing, Rodney."
"Yes, well, I'm very talented," Rodney said cheerfully as he turned the music down.
Sheppard held up his glass and explained, "Colonel's Sumner's gear." He sprawled in his chair, legs straddled.
"Ah."
"We're having an impromptu wake… of sorts, I guess. If you care to join us." He gestured to one of the many very full chairs.
"I'm afraid I can't sing," she apologized as she stepped in, looking around wonderingly at the mess.
"That would make two of you," Rodney said. "And if this is a wake, shouldn't you be sharing that?" He indicated Sheppard's glass.
John finally woke up to the fact he was the host and dug out a couple of coffee cups that in all likelihood weren't clean, but Rodney wasn't complaining. He coughed at the first sip, pounding his chest. "Wow."
"We should invite the rest of the team," Elizabeth suggested.
"That's a good idea," John said.
None of them moved as they sipped quietly. Finally a little frown creased her forehead. "Is that Doo-Wop?"
John clicked her glass, then Rodney's. "Looks like."
But this is what I've got.
ETA: Here's a copy of one of those Doo-Wop songs. Don't say I didn't warn you. ;)
http://s7.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=0IT1EH9M6B1OB2IEYPHBZKZWQ3
Doo-Wop
by Icarus
"What's this?" Rodney peered over the collection of junk spread all over John's messier-than-usual desk. Tightly rolled socks, a box of uniforms, a collection of electronics and weapons took up every available chair to Rodney's annoyance. He had a valuable mission report to hand in and suspected it would become lost in this... this disaster area. His report wasn't technically late if Sheppard was still in his office at ten o'clock at night.
John sighed heavily, running a hand through rumpled hair. "Colonel Sumner's gear. It's been sitting in his room for the last month. They just brought it up today."
"Oh."
Rodney made a brave attempt to look regretful or sad or whatever it was people were supposed to feel at these times, despite the fact that Sumner had been inconveniently slow to respond to every vital life-saving attempt to shut power off in Atlantis their first day. Rodney had more than a sneaking suspicion that that they'd just seen natural selection at work.
Sheppard picked up a holster and turned it in his hands unseeingly. "I'm supposed to… I'm supposed to send it back to his family. Write a letter." He set it down and made a vague gesture at the rest of the room. "Of course I can't send it anywhere."
Rodney pursed his lips. "Well… it's the thought that counts." That was what people said, wasn't it? Sheppard snorted, and he poured himself something Rodney suspected wasn't water, in which case he should be sharing.
Rodney peered over the collection as if it were potentially useful artifacts. He frowned. Speaking of artifacts….
"Is that really an old Walkman?" He pointed. Sheppard just shrugged. "Colonel Sumner listened to music?" Rodney couldn't quite contain his disbelief.
Sheppard tipped his head noncommittally. "Couldn't vouch for it. Never saw it myself."
There was already a tape inside. Rodney picked it up without hesitation and pulled on the headphones.
"I don't think you…" Sheppard began.
"Doo-Wop?" Rodney said, listening incredulously.
"Gimme that." Sheppard snatched away the headphones and then listened with a strange expression.
Rodney took it back and gratefully found that at least Sumner had the expensive kind with the built-in speakers. The old 50s music echoed off the high walls and vaulted ceilings of Atlantis, outrageously cheerful. Perky even.
A wondering smile spread across Sheppard's face. Rodney choked on a helpless laugh.
"So much about Sumner just fell into place…" he said, dazed, shaking his head. "I find it ironic that the first trace of a personality is unearthed after he's dead."
Sheppard spluttered.
Rodney's face went blank. "I wasn't supposed to say that, was I?"
Sheppard dipped his head in an attempt to hide a slow sheepish smile. Finally, he gave up and said, "It's true."
Rodney nodded, grateful. "It is."
They listened quietly, until the tinny sound irritated Rodney. He clicked it off.
"Hey!" John complained. "That's great stuff!"
"It's terrible!" Rodney said. "This is stone age! He was probably controlled by a lizard brain at the base of his spine." He ignored Sheppard's annoyance as he wrestled with the wires and Sheppard's laptop, and then – ah.
Much better.
The room filled with the strains of "Bells gonna ring, gonna ring-ring…" loud and clear through the speakers on John's computer.
"There's only so much technological horror I can stand." Rodney breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on a box of uniforms.
"It kinda sounded like a 78."
"I'm not into gramophones."
Sheppard grinned, head bobbing to the music, shoulders swaying awkwardly, unselfconscious if dreamy. He gave a half-mocking smile and sang, "The birds are sing-ing-! For me and my gal!" painfully off-key.
Rodney winced. He had to be a true karoke horror.
The only hope for it was to drown him out. It wasn't hard to pick up the simple ditty. Besides, Rodney couldn't resist that much fun. Sheppard had the sense to slip into the bass line as Rodney's clear well-trained tenor took up the melody.
They were well into the next song when Rodney heard a soft, "Gentleman-?"
Elizabeth's amused voice brought them up short. She stood at the door and glanced between them with a trace of a smile. "I didn't know you could sing, Rodney."
"Yes, well, I'm very talented," Rodney said cheerfully as he turned the music down.
Sheppard held up his glass and explained, "Colonel's Sumner's gear." He sprawled in his chair, legs straddled.
"Ah."
"We're having an impromptu wake… of sorts, I guess. If you care to join us." He gestured to one of the many very full chairs.
"I'm afraid I can't sing," she apologized as she stepped in, looking around wonderingly at the mess.
"That would make two of you," Rodney said. "And if this is a wake, shouldn't you be sharing that?" He indicated Sheppard's glass.
John finally woke up to the fact he was the host and dug out a couple of coffee cups that in all likelihood weren't clean, but Rodney wasn't complaining. He coughed at the first sip, pounding his chest. "Wow."
"We should invite the rest of the team," Elizabeth suggested.
"That's a good idea," John said.
None of them moved as they sipped quietly. Finally a little frown creased her forehead. "Is that Doo-Wop?"
John clicked her glass, then Rodney's. "Looks like."
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Date: 2006-02-22 06:29 pm (UTC)Lovely fic. Your Rodney-voice was, completely crass, and yet I can see him like this.
Honestly wonderful.
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Date: 2006-02-22 07:01 pm (UTC)Your Rodney-voice was, completely crass, and yet I can see him like this.
It might be a little late for Rodney to sound so much like he did in SG-1's "48 Hours."
Icarus
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Date: 2006-02-22 08:46 pm (UTC)It's more like sometimes I get surprised I have such a crush on such a politically incorrect character. Worse still is that he (normally) doesn't mean bad. He's just that honest, and that critical.
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Date: 2006-02-25 04:44 am (UTC)I agree. The only thing that saves him is when it becomes clear that he's his own worst critic.
Icarus
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Date: 2006-02-22 07:08 pm (UTC)It's really a pity that they killed off Sumner. So much nice tension between him and Sheppard.
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Date: 2006-02-22 07:13 pm (UTC)Icarus
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Date: 2006-02-22 07:19 pm (UTC)My knowledge about US music of the 50s is relatively small.
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Date: 2006-02-22 07:23 pm (UTC)It's so perfect for clean-cut Sumner.
Icarus
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Date: 2006-02-22 07:45 pm (UTC)Hmm, was Sumner really that clean-cut? Maybe he hid his darker side somewhere? Maybe John will unearth red lacy underwear once he goes through Sumner's things? ;-D
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Date: 2006-02-22 08:51 pm (UTC)And John hands them over without a word. Sumner comes down on him like a ton of rocks for the next six weeks, just to make the point.
Then John says quietly, "I still have the blue ones."
"I don't have--" Then Sumner pauses to scowl at him. "What are you playing at Lt. Colonel?" He says the later with an emphasis, implying that John would definitely not have been promoted under him.
John hands him a small puffy envelope. "You do now. Sir." He snaps off a perfect salute.
"Dismissed," Sumner says, discomfited and wary. In private, with narrowed eyes, he opens the package -- fully prepared for a nasty prank. Instead he finds they are indeed dark blue, satin panties. In his size.
He refuses to wear them as a matter of principle, but he does ease off Sheppard a bit.
Icarus
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Date: 2006-02-22 09:54 pm (UTC)You really have to write this. That's too good not to share. *g*
And that song, yes, it's something to bop/swing along. Fits, in a weird way.
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Date: 2006-02-23 12:42 am (UTC)Icarus
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Date: 2006-02-22 07:30 pm (UTC)Icarus
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Date: 2006-02-22 07:49 pm (UTC)http://s7.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=0IT1EH9M6B1OB2IEYPHBZKZWQ3
Icarus
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Date: 2006-02-22 09:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-23 12:41 am (UTC)Thanks, and yeah, Sumner would have been the bad ass tough guy 'Daddy' for Sheppard.
Icarus
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Date: 2006-02-23 12:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-23 01:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-23 04:04 am (UTC)"Aliens, and now cats too! What is it about you?" Rodney complained as John scratched kitty between the ears. The tabby's eyes shut in bliss.
"I guess I'm just a likeable kind of guy."
Rodney snorted and folded his arms. "It must be something connected to smell...."
Icarus
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Date: 2006-02-23 01:59 am (UTC)hehe Nice little story too. ^_^
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Date: 2006-02-23 03:58 am (UTC)Icarus
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Date: 2006-02-23 04:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-25 04:42 am (UTC)Icarus