J & R Pawn, by apple_pi (Gen)
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Show: SGA
Rec Category: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard
Characters: John Sheppard, Rodney McKay
Pairings: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard
Categories: Slash
Warnings: None
Words: ~1k
Author's Journal: None
Author's Website: apple_pi
Link: J & R Pawn
Why This Must Be Read: This fic is short but so sweet, one of my favourite bookmarks. Anything I write will probably be longer than the fic itself, so I'll just say that you absolutely should take five minutes out of your day to read it because it will make you smile. :)
If you stand around shooting the breeze long enough with John, you might hear noises from the back room. That's Rodney, the "R" half of J & R. He's not as nice as John, and he's some kind of crazy mad scientist. You wouldn't believe it, except you've heard the clang and snap of metal and wire back there, heard him yell out a cuss word as something sparks bright enough to throw shadows out the always-open door to the workroom.
Rec Category: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard
Characters: John Sheppard, Rodney McKay
Pairings: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard
Categories: Slash
Warnings: None
Words: ~1k
Author's Journal: None
Author's Website: apple_pi
Link: J & R Pawn
Why This Must Be Read: This fic is short but so sweet, one of my favourite bookmarks. Anything I write will probably be longer than the fic itself, so I'll just say that you absolutely should take five minutes out of your day to read it because it will make you smile. :)
If you stand around shooting the breeze long enough with John, you might hear noises from the back room. That's Rodney, the "R" half of J & R. He's not as nice as John, and he's some kind of crazy mad scientist. You wouldn't believe it, except you've heard the clang and snap of metal and wire back there, heard him yell out a cuss word as something sparks bright enough to throw shadows out the always-open door to the workroom.
When that happens John cranes his head back over his shoulder and says loudly, "Do I need to call the fire department?"
Usually this is met with more profanity, but occasionally (once you see, twice you hear about) the answer is "Yes, yes, and hurry up about it!" (Really though John just hooks the fire extinguisher off the wall and goes back to deal with it. They hardly ever call for outside assistance.)