darkhavens (darkhavens) wrote,
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Visions, 1/1, John/Rodney, PG

Author: darkhavens
Title: Visions
Fandom: Pairing: Stargate Atlantis: John/Rodney
Rating: PG
Words: 600 words
Concrit: Please. If you spot a typo, feel free to tell me in comments.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Summary: 6 AUs of various degrees, from Pegasus to WWII action, all in 100 word snippets.
Notes: Written for slashthedrabble challenge #167 - Eagles Song Titles. Each drabble title (and the overall name of the piece) is a song title from this list.



Frail Grasp on the Big Picture - the one where Atlantis went to hell and Rodney almost went with it

"Blue Jell-O?"

John sighed.

"Sure, buddy. But first I need you to put it back the way it was, okay?"

Rodney's nimble fingers switched and rearranged crystals until the 'gate was once again operable. He grinned proudly when he'd finished.

"Blue Jell-O!"

John's smile was bittersweet.

"Blue Jell-O for everyone, I promise, just as soon as we get home."

Rodney gazed around the 'gate room, seemingly oblivious to the trashed computers, shattered windows and scorched walls.

"'Lantis not home?"

"Not any more. C'mon, time to roll."

Rodney tucked himself under John's waiting arm and whispered, "S'okay. I still love you."



Guilty of the Crime - the one where they tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth

They were convicted in absentia.

The verdicts came in a final databurst before Atlantis was permanently locked out of the SGC computers.

The charges included sedition; treason; conduct unbecoming; taking up arms against the United States, the United Nations - a still stunned united Earth.

They included the lesser crimes of hijacking a hundred communications satellites to broadcast audio-video evidence of approaching alien invasion and various governments' attempts to buy their personal freedoms at the price of their people's. Which, of course, broke at least a dozen Official Secrets Acts.

McKay and Sheppard: enemies of Earth, heroes of the Pegasus galaxy.



Busy Being Fabulous - the one where they're in the USO (WWII era)

"Sheppard! Stop swishing about and get your non-existent military ass out on stage before your adoring crowd turns vicious!"

John easily dodged the wild swing of Rodney's clipboard, and then immediately paused to triple-check his stocking seams and the drape of his low-cut dress.

"Don't be such a bitch, McKay. You're just jealous because they love me more than-"

"Ha! It's my music, my scripts and my choreography they come to see. You're just the drag queen who shakes his ass on cue."

John leaned in for a lingering kiss.

"You love my ass."

"You can't…! Court martial! …in public!!"



King of Hollywood - the one where John Sheppard is an actor

When John Sheppard made the leap from TV RomCom Lead to Hollywood RomCom Lead, the rumormongers went into a feeding frenzy. A dozen names appeared in various trashy magazines, but no-one had proof he'd slept his way to the top.

When he made the second leap, to Unconventional Hollywood Action Hero, gossip hounds tore each other to ribbons trying to be the first to name and shame, to get that ever-elusive caught-in-the-act photograph.

When he won the Oscar for his role as "Flanigan" and proposed to his loud-mouthed agent, the terrifying Rodney McKay, on national TV, everyone was speechless.



Long Road Out Of Eden - the one where they lost before they started, and then won anyway

Weir was a great negotiator and the SGC were well-schooled at planning return trips through the stargate, but the logistics behind an almost-certain one-way jaunt to another galaxy seemingly escaped them.

Before the first year was over, they were down to less than sixty souls, few working weapons and a drained ZPM.

McKay and Sheppard led their ragtag team against the Wraith. Their people, tongue-in-cheek, called them Yan and Ying, Cheng and Ang, the velvet fist in the iron glove. Those who crossed them learned to fear their united wrath.

Five years later, Pegasus was free, and Atlantis rose again.



The Disco Strangler - the one where John's hair solves the case

"…telling me tall, dark and slinky is the would-be victim?" Homicide Detective McKay paused mid-diatribe and sniffed. "Is that fake strawberries?"

The 'victim' dragged a hand through his vertical hair, and the aroma intensified.

"That's probably me. I was in that new little boutique on DeSalle, and the girl behind-"

"Oh my God! It's been the hair all along! Carter, impound their records." McKay grabbed the 'victim' by the wrist. "Slinky, you're with me."

"Sheppard."

"What?"

"Sheppard. John. Not Slinky."

"Yes, yes, whatever. Come on!"

McKay tugged and Sheppard followed, enjoying the view.

"So, gonna buy me breakfast afterwards, Detective?"


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