Atlantis Jackson

a note about Grandview

a_dethiel@sbcglobal.net — Tue, 03 Nov 2009 04:18:03 GMT

Hi everyone!

I'd like you all to know that I am NOT done with the Grandview stories! Not by a long shot... but I am taking a short break from it for the holidays as I have quite a bit on my plate at the moment.

I have been going back and looking at the links to the stories and it looks like there are a few missing or out of order, so what I'm going to do, and hopefully soon... is post what there is of Grandview in a series of longer posts rather than keeping all the chapters seperated. Hopefully this'll make it easier to read and easier to keep in order.

I may be able to get to that this weekend, but no promises.

Trust me! We've not seen the last of the Sheppard family! Grace has quite a bit of growing up to do... as does Nathan.

Keep an eye out for the reposted longer posts of the Grandview stories :D

And of course, thanks to all that have been reading them. No worries! There will absolutely be more!!

Happy Birthday Bluespirit_star

a_dethiel@sbcglobal.net — Sat, 24 Oct 2009 18:16:13 GMT

Happy Birthday bluespirit! Have a wonderful day!
You're a fantastic author and artist! I'm a big fan of yours and can't wait to read/see your next work :)

Oh brother...

a_dethiel@sbcglobal.net — Sun, 18 Oct 2009 18:27:14 GMT

*sigh* just found out that my nephew and two of my cousins have H1N1.
Just when I was starting to think all that was a bunch of hype.
My nephew and cousins are all healthy people, so they'll be fine. But apparently they're all quarentined, my sister can't go back to work until her son goes 24 hours without needing anything for fever. and my other nephew can't go back to school or work until his brother's better... so he's falling behind.

One of my cousin's has a four month old baby that she's been quarentined away from because the virus could apparently kill the baby if she gets it.

I certainly don't want Cassie catching it... if she misses any school she'll fall behind in her spanish and that would be bad!
Not to mention... I just don't want her getting sick... period!

So... that's what's going on here... *sigh*
Sometimes I just want to move away and hide somewhere cause real life gets me down.

HELP! I've gone around the bend!

a_dethiel@sbcglobal.net — Sun, 18 Oct 2009 05:43:38 GMT

View Poll: #1472726

Okay, so many of you know that I work at a daycare and what not. well, working at a daycare means that I get to deal with crazy kids all day long 5 days a week... and I get to listen to all brands of kids music. Some of it makes me want to go out to the playground and hang myself off one of the tree branches.

So, in an attempt to save myself a small amount of what little sanity I had to begin with, I took some better kids music in to work (No really, if I heard twinkle twinkle, the wheels on the bus or the itsy bitsy spider one more time, I would have shot someone!)
Anyway,one of the CDs I took in was the sound track to The Last Unicorn which I absolutely adore, the movie and the music!
But last week, some of the kids were in such rare form that by the time I left on Friday evening, I was ready to down a gallon of vodka straight!
That wasn't the point... the point was...

For some crazy reason, while we were listening to the sndtrk, I started getting this crackified idea to do a McShep fic for The Last Unicorn! WTF!!

John could be The Hero (Prince Lir (leer)).
Rodney could be the unicorn (HEY! there are male unicorns too! lol).
Teyla could be Molly
I can't really see Ronon as Schmendrick the magician so it might have to be a Ford fic... idk...
Zelenka could be the butterfly (cause he gets on Rodney's nerves! LOL!) and the butterfly does kind of look like Zelenka!
A Queen could be Mommy Fortuna (Or Weir could be if that proves to be too difficult)
Kolya could be King Haggard, he seems rather Kolya-ish
I can't think of who could be the Harpy... who would sound good manipulating Rodney by saying "We're brother's, you and I"?
Some Genii could be Captain Cully and his band of free men.
Ronon could be MaBruk (or maybe it should be Ford since Mabruk was being replaced by Schmendrick...? we're turning Rodney into a unicorn, why not make Ronon a sniveling little skinny man? And, come on, who wouldn't love to see Ronon tied to a tree that is declaring it's undieing love for him as it smooshes him between her big tree breasts?)
Maybe Todd could be the Red Bull?
Michael could be the cat... maybe he'd done one to many hybrid tests and one backfired lol... hey, it could happen :)
And someone fun has to be the skull... cause he's funny, laughs alot and loves to drink! hahaha!

See, I told you it was crackified! AND, as you can tell by the fact that it's almost completely cast... I haven't been able to get it out of my head! I was trying to write some on my current fic, and I couldn't stop thinking about that crazy idea.

Now I'm not saying that this could be done... I'm not the best crack writer, and I'm not the best at converting one movie into SGA... but I have the sneaking suspicion that my brain isn't going to stop thinking about this until I at least try to write it...
So, what do you guys think? Should I try it (eventually) or should I try to bury it in hallowed ground?

Sitcom meme

a_dethiel@sbcglobal.net — Mon, 12 Oct 2009 03:08:51 GMT

I totally changed those names! hahaha.... does that make me too weird? the others were just too boring! LOL

What have I done!?!? lol

a_dethiel@sbcglobal.net — Mon, 12 Oct 2009 02:16:33 GMT

Ok, so I signed up for sga_santa, it's something I've been thinking about for a little bit now, but never had the courage. But the other day I was talking to my friend padfootthegrim, and she told me that she had signed up for it. After telling her that I couldn't do it because I had to get more focused... I started thinking about it even harder.
I popped over there just a little bit ago and saw that the sign ups end on the 15th... today's the 11th. Time was running out and I made a decision. I clicked post to this community, filled out the form, thought about it for a few seconds, stuck to my decision and clicked send. And there you have it... someone will be getting a shiny new fic from me for Christmas! Hope it's someone who appreciates my form of writing. Hope I can make the story worthy of the community. Hope I can find a beta that isn't padfootthegrim just incase the person I am writing for ends up being her...

I may be posting some crazed fic writing rants on here some day soon... lol

I'm actually rather excited about this! YAY!

oops

a_dethiel@sbcglobal.net — Sun, 11 Oct 2009 15:14:04 GMT

well it seems that I have forgotten about this account... oops. Not to mention, I haven't really been on the computer all that much lately anyway. I'm going to try to do more here... since I can post to both here and LJ at the same time.
I guess we'll see..... lol

Fic Rec list!

a_dethiel@sbcglobal.net — Sat, 10 Oct 2009 01:45:01 GMT

Here you go, these are in no particular order, but I'll let you know how much I love the ones I utterly adore. :)

I'd like to thank each of the writers that are listed here. You're all amazingly talented and I completely enjoyed your work! Please continue to share your talent with this fandom for ages to come!

Please forgive me if this isn't cut... I cut it... twice... and it only cut half of it. Grrrrr, damn LJ!

For the authors I have several stories for, I'll link their LJ, and then link their stories in one lump so it'll be easier.

lamardeusethe prompt was Splash. If you've seen the movie (with Tom Hanks)... 'nuff said!
I like this one because I like Splash and I can't samy more without spoiling it :)

The Road to Nevada, it's another AU. It's rated NC-17 and is McShep. It's written in the past and I love it!
I like this one because it's so much different than most other fic I've read.

Stand In AU, NC-17, Written during the time when they were on earth after The Return.
This isn't usually the kind of fic I read, and I very nearly didn't read it because of that. But I stuck with it and so should you. It's worth it :-D

Romance at the Roadkill Grill NC-17, another AU.
This is probably my second favorite fic that Lamardeuse has ever written.

Depth of Field, AU, NC-17.
OMFG! I simply ADORE this one!!! You MUST read it! This IS my favorite fic that she's written! Go read it right now!

crysothemis

Do Over McShep, NC-17
This story is amazing! I love it and I know you will too!

Last Resort, McShep, NC-17
This is another fantastic story! I love the idea and OMG is it HOT!

xanthe

Anyone who has read anything by this phenomenal author will pounce on these if only to read them again!

General and Dr. Sheppard (Read 1st) NC-17, set in a bisexual BDSM AU,

Coming Home (Read 2nd) NC-17, set in a bisexual BDSM AU,

Hiding in Plain Sight (Read 3rd) NC-17, Set in a bisexual BDSM AU, SGA/NCIS X-over This is part one, each part is linked to the next.
I ABSOLUTELY ADORE all three of these stories! G&DS was the first story of her's that I read and I completely fell in love with it, her, and all her writing!

Back from the Well McKay/Sheppard/Beckett, NC-17,
OMG! Tear jerking, heart breaking, beautiful, scary, chairarm gripping good story! go read it!

The Chair McShep, R,
oooohhhhhhhhh, HOT!

Out of Bounds NC-17 (overall), AU by icarusancalion

I don't have enough words for this story! It's enormous, but SO worth every minute you'll spend with it! And if you haven't read it before, you're lucky enough enough to come in after it's done and don't have to wait for the next part and the next part...This one, you need to read!

And all we Have By seekergeek written for sgabigbang

. McShep, NC-17
Love this story!

Children of Lantean Design by xela

NC-17, McShep and other pairings.
It took me awhile to get into this one because it doesn't start out with our Atlantis and team, but stick with it cause it gets good!

Pocket full of Kryptonite by margarks

NC-17, McShep, Kind of an episode rewrite story.
This one's another one that took awhile to get into. But again, it's worth the time.

bluespirit_star

There isn't much of her's that I don't completely adore! So this is a link to a list of hers. Then I'll link some of my favorites.

Make a Wish R, McShep
This one is so romantic, and kind of sad, and wonderful all around!

Mile marker 36 McShep, R,
I love this one! Kind of heart breaking, warm, angst-y and there's a moose in it. I reccomend it a really lot!

Little bit of Life G, McShep
Fuzzy, sweet, warm, yummy!

Atlantis PG-13, AU
Just go read it... :)

the_cephalopod

Dumbstruck McShep, NC-17
Sad, confusing, Happy. You'll love it I'm sure!

Networked McShep, NC-17
Love this cause of John's confusion. It's kind of pining/obvlious, and I LOVE that!

Written by...

sheafrotherdon

Low slung Surfer boy McShep, NC-17
John and Rodney... on vacation... and swim trunks! neecd I say more?

Tonight and the rest of my life by velocitygrass Mcshep, NC-17
A last night on Atlantis... what do you think happens? Go read!
The touchstones of our character also by velocitygrass NC-17, McShep, AU
I love this one! You will too so go read it!

Homecoming by sgamadison Mcshep, NC-17
Fantastic! story!

The Epic Tale of Rodney and John, Two Girlscout Cookies in Love By bitter_crimson
This is utter crack! It's pic fic and utterly hilarious!

And there you have it... the fic rec list. There are more than likely more, but I'm so dang tired I couldn't find my shoes if I looked for them!
Please enjoy the fics I've listed... I know I did.

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coming soon: a fic rec list! YAY

a_dethiel@sbcglobal.net — Fri, 09 Oct 2009 13:20:03 GMT

So, I was talking to my friend padfootthegrim and we've been kind of mentioning fics we like to one another. So I decided, in the interest of saving time, and so all the links would be in one place AND so the rest of my flist could enjoy them too, I'd put together a fic rec list and post it here on LJ.

Obviously I don't have time this morning because I have to leave for work in *looks at watch* GASP! ten minutes! But I'll get right on that this weekend and get it posted so that all the fic love can begin!

As you all, or at least most of you, know, all, or at least most, of the fics I rec will be McShep and most with the higher ratings.
So, look forward to that post coming sometime this weekend!
YAY!

Alright, I'm away! *flaps cape and flies off the the daycare to have the color blue party*

Inspiration... I need some.

a_dethiel@sbcglobal.net — Mon, 05 Oct 2009 00:37:33 GMT

Hi friends!
I KNow... I've been absent from LJ lately, but to tell the truth, I've been absent from alot of places online. I feel all neglectful and junk!

BUT! I think I might be getting a handle on my stuff, and I've found a little more time... not much, but enough to say I'm back! I want to spend more time here and twitter than I have been lately... the fact that I'm writing this post means I'm off to a good start! :-D YAY!

But, I've been talking about fic with some friends and I realize that it's been a long time since I wrote anything besides the Grandview series.
So, I went through my brain and realized that I don't know what to write, but I want to write something so very badly!

That said... I'm asking for prompts! You all know that I'm pretty much strictly McShep.
Give me an idea! Tell me what kind of McShep story you'd like to read.
The juicier the prompt the better!

Any ideas? Anyone?

I know about the prompt groups like mcsheplets and slashtheimage and mcsmooch and what not... but I'm coming back in on the tail end of that stuff and while I could easily wait a few days for the next prompt, I'd like to get some ideas from my flist.

Fic: The Big Day (a Grandview story) Rated G

a_dethiel@sbcglobal.net — Sun, 20 Sep 2009 18:48:48 GMT

I apologize for how long this took. I know I promised it earlier... I am shamed :) Thanks for waiting! *hugs to you all*

Title: The Big Day

Series: Grandview

Rating: G

Warnings/spoilers: None

Word count: 2,329

Summary: John wasn’t sure why, but for some reason they sat him in a wheelchair when they got to the SGC. Nathan was sitting on what was left of John’s lap with his arms stretched out to the sides.

Disclaimer: They’re not mine, I’m not getting paid. I’m just playing.

John was sitting on the couch watching Nathan draw beside him, something that looked like a Furling flying a kite, as Rodney raced around the house gathering the things they’d need. Then, just as Nathan was finishing up his picture, Rodney stood in front of the coffee table and dropped two bags onto it.

“Ok,” Rodney said and sighed out a long breath. “I think that’s it.”

“You sure?” John asked. “It just seems like it took a really long time to pack those two bags,” he added jokingly.

“That’s because you put the things we’d need in every corner of the house rather than keeping them all in one place.”

“That’s just because I love watching you run around the house. I mean, you know… just a while longer until we can-”

“Whoa whoa whoa!” Rodney cut him off franticly. “Our child is present you know.” He used both hands and his head motion toward where Nathan was sitting, flipping through his notebook for an empty page.

John smirked and looked down at Nathan. “I know, All I was going to say was: Just awhile longer until we can share the duties of running a home.”

“Yeah,” Rodney said sarcastically, “right.”

“Alright, check list,” John said.

“What? You think I can’t remember all the things we’ll need? We have done this before.”

“Yes, but at that time you had my help, this time I’m just kind of sitting here and waiting.” John smiled and winked at Rodney.

“You’re an ass, you know that right?” Rodney asked lightly.

“Yeah, but I’m your ass.”

“And don’t you forget it.”

“Blanket?”

“What?”

“The check list.”

“Oh, right. Check.”

“Clothes?” John asked.

“Check,” Rodney replied.

“Diapers?”

“Check.”

“Formula?”

“Shit,” Rodney cursed and ran toward the kitchen. He returned a moment later with a can of infant formula. “Check,” he said and sat the can beside the bags.

“Baby water?” John asked through a slight smile.

“Damn!” Rodney rushed toward the kitchen again and when he came back into the living room, he was carrying a gallon jug of water. “Check,” he huffed as he sat the jug beside the can of formula.

“Bottles?”

Rodney sighed and slowly made his way toward the hallway for a third time.

“Nathan’s toys?” John asked after Rodney had stuffed the bottles into one of the bags.

“Check!” Rodney said proudly.

“Good,” John replied. “Now we’re ready.”

“Budder tumming today?” Nathan asked and looked from John to Rodney then back again.

“Yup, he sure is,” John replied and ruffled his son’s hair.

“Speaking of brothers,” Rodney said. “Did you call Dave?”

“No,” John replied as if the answer should have been something Rodney had already known.

“Why not?” Rodney asked.

“Because, Rodney, even though Jack gave him clearance to know the situation, I didn’t want him to see me like this. And before you ask if this is something I’m ashamed of, which you know it’s not, let me ask you if you’d like Jeanie to see you pregnant. This has nothing to do with the pregnancy, it has everything to do with the man I grew up with and not wanting him to-”

“John!” Rodney said firmly. “I wasn’t going to say any of that. I know that carrying our child is the one thing you’re most proud of, and I completely understand and support your decision to not call your brother.”

John sighed and nodded. “I’ll call him after Owen is born.”

“Okay,” Rodney replied. “Jeanie, Kaleb, Maddie and Oscar are coming. So is Teyla.”

John looked up at his husband. “I thought Teyla couldn’t come. Something about the Athosian celebration of something or other.”

Rodney shrugged. “I don’t know. Jack called and said Teyla was coming.”

John cocked his head in his ‘whatever’ gesture. “Okay, cool. What about Ronon?”

“Eh, he’s Ronon. He said to call him when we get Owen home.”

John chuckled, “sounds like Ronon.”

“So,” Rodney said and rubbed his hands together. “We ready to go?”

John sighed and struggled to sit forward. “I suppose,” he said and took the hands Rodney had extended toward him. He grunted as Rodney pulled him up off the couch, then he looked back at Nathan.

The boy put his pencil back in his pencil box, closed the notebook in which he’d begun a new drawing, and tucked both under his arm. “Ready,” he announced as he bounced off the couch.

~*~

John wasn’t sure why, but for some reason they sat him in a wheelchair when they got to the SGC. Nathan was sitting on what was left of John’s lap with his arms stretched out to the sides.

“Look duhduh, I’m fwying!” Nathan called happily.

“You sure are,” John responded and tickled the boys sides making his arms clamp down in a tight self hug.

After what felt like an age of rolling down the stark gray SGC hallways, they reached the room that had been converted into Nathan’s play room, and John turned Nathan around and hugged him tightly.

“I love you, Nath,” John said into his son’s ear.

“Wuv you too, duhduh,” Nathan replied.

“No matter what, daddy will always love you. Remember that, okay?”

“Otay, duhduh.”

John reluctantly loosened his grip and ruffled Nathan’s hair. “Good, now go have fun with Sam and I’ll see you in a little while.” He kissed Nathan’s forehead and helped him to the ground.

“Bye duhduh, hab fun,” Nathan said before running toward Sam who was standing in the doorway of the play room.

John watched Sam lift Nathan onto her hip and he waved as his chair began to roll away.

“Tarol and Tarthon detting budder out of duhduh’s beddy today.” John heard Nathan inform Sam and he smiled a mixture of pride and worry as they rounded the corner.

~*~

“Okay, John,” Caroline said as she hooked John up to some wires and IV’s. “You’ll be awake but you won’t feel anything more than pressure. If you do feel pain let me know, okay?”

“Okay,” John sighed and looked up at the blank ceiling.

Two nurses strung a small sheet above John’s chest to keep him from seeing what the doctors were doing, and John squeezed Rodney’s hand for reassurance.

“You might feel a tad sleepy,” Carson said. “If you want to go to sleep that’s fine.”

“I don’t want to go to sleep,” John replied hurriedly. “I don’t want to close my eyes.”

Rodney tightened his grip on John’s hand and moved down the bed slightly. While the sheet kept John from seeing him, he heard whispering.

“Don’t worry, John,” Caroline said when Rodney returned to his vision. “I may not be a baby doctor, but I’ve performed a few emergency C-sections, and this one is scheduled so it’ll go a lot smoother.”

John glared at Rodney, knowing what they’d been down there whispering about. Rodney just shrugged and patted John’s hand and smiled.

“Alright, John,” Caroline said softly. “Tell me if you feel this.”

“Okay,” John replied and took a deep breath.

Carson chuckled and said “I guess he can’t feel it.”

“Alright then, let’s get started.” Caroline said. “Here we go, John.”

John sighed, closed his eyes and swallowed hard. A moment later, he reopened them and looked at Rodney when he felt the pressure moving across his lower belly. He bit his lip and locked his eyes on Rodney’s.

“It’s okay,” Rodney said. “We’re almost done.” He squeezed John’s hand again and ran his other hand over John’s capped hair.

“Rodney,” Carson spoke, “you can watch if you’d like.”

“No thank you.” Rodney said firmly. “I have no desire to see my husband cut open.”

The cap covering John’s hair felt tight and Rodney was beginning to look a little blurry around the edges; he felt nauseous.

“Rodney,” John whispered, then the room went black.

~*~

John opened his eyes and saw Rodney’s face floating above him.

“Hello sleepy head,” Rodney said and kissed John’s forehead gently.

John lifted his head and grimaced at the pain. “It’s over?” he asked.

“Yup, you did good.”

“Well, there wasn’t anything for me to do besides lie here and…”John panicked when he realized that this was his nightmare. “Where’s Nathan?” he asked frantically.

“Nathan?” Rodney asked confused. “Don’t you mean Owen?”

“No, I mean Nathan! Where is he?”

“Calm down, John.” Rodney said and put a gentle hand on John’s shoulder. “Nathan’s fine, he’s with Sam.”

“Are you sure?” John’s eyes were huge and the pain from his incision was worsening from his movement, but that didn’t matter.

“Of course I’m sure, I was just there a minute ago.”

John sighed and felt himself start to calm a little. “Did you see Owen?” he asked.

“No, I told them not to show me because I wanted to wait for you. I wanted us to see him together.”

“Okay,” John replied. “Go get Nathan, then we’ll see Owen.”

Rodney still looked a little confused but he nodded. “Okay, I’ll be right back.”

John looked up at the ceiling as Rodney left the room. He still felt a little dizzy from reality coming so close to his nightmare, and to be honest, he still wasn’t completely sure that this wasn’t his nightmare. He was about to doze off again when Rodney came back into the room with Nathan on his hip.

“Hey buddy,” John said softly and pressed the button to make the bed sit up a little.

“Hi duhduh,” Nathan called and reached for John. Rodney put Nathan on the bed beside John and Nathan looked up at him. “Budder here?” he asked.

“Yup,” John smiled. “Daddy was just about to tell the doctor to bring him in.”

“He’s awake,” Rodney said as he pressed the button on the wall. “He wants to see the baby.”

“Of course,” Caroline’s voice came through the speaker. “We’ll be right in.”

A moment later the door opened and Caroline walked into the room carrying a small pink bundle.

John looked up at Rodney and found Rodney looking back at him, looking as shocked as he felt.

“Here’s your beautiful daughter,” Caroline said and handed the bundle to John.

“Dat budder?” Nathan asked, craning his neck and trying to see.

John pushed the blanket out of the baby’s face and smiled. He looked down at Nathan and shook his head. “Not a brother, a sister.” He looked up at Rodney and then back at their little girl. “Hey there sweetie,” he said gently.

“You guys did choose a name for a girl, right?” Caroline said hopefully.

“Yeah,” Rodney said. “John insisted.”

Caroline chuckled. “Good thing. What’s her name then?”

“Grace,” John said. “Grace Meredith Sheppard.”

“It’s a beautiful name.” Caroline commented.

“She’s a beautiful girl,” Rodney replied.

“Dirl?” Nathan asked shocked, as if things had just caught up to him. “Posed to be a boy like me. Tan’t pway wif a dirl.”

“Of course you can,” John said, “but you still have to wait until she’s bigger.”

Rodney lifted Nathan off the bed and leaned over so he could see his sister.

John smiled when Nathan put his small hand on the baby’s head and spoke softly. “Hi thithter, I’m Nathan, your budder.”

“Big brother,” Rodney corrected and kissed Nathan’s head.

“You wanna trade?” John asked Rodney.

“Sure,” Rodney replied and sat Nathan back on the bed. “Nath, you have to be very gentle with Daddy, he has a booboo on his belly.”

“Otay,” Nathan said.

John put an arm around Nathan when Rodney took Grace from him. He kissed Nathan’s temple and watched as Rodney held their daughter for the first time.

“She’s beautiful, John.” Rodney said as he looked down at the baby. “She has your mouth.”

“John reached up and pulled the pink cap off the baby’s head to reveal a thin layer of fine blonde hair. “And your hair,” he said.

John looked down at Nathan and found his son looking at him with another of his confused looks. “What is it, Nath?” he asked.

Nathan looked away from John and up at Rodney before looking back at John again. “Thithter don’t have duhduh’s mouth and dada’s hair.”

Both parents laughed, knowing what those sentences sounded like to a child. “No, she doesn’t,” John said and kissed Nathan again. “What we meant was her mouth looks like mine and her hair looks like daddy’s did when he was little.”

The look on Nathan’s face deepened and a little shock was added to the confusion. “Dada wath wittle?”

John smiled. “Yeah, and so was I.” He looked up at Rodney. “I think it may be time to pull out a few photo albums.”

Rodney nodded and adjusted Grace in his arms. “I think you might be right,” he said and bent over John. “Here, you did all the work, you deserve a little more cuddling.”

As Grace changed arms, she opened her eyes and both parents caught sight of the hazel coloring.

John looked up at Caroline who had been standing quietly beside the bed.

“Aren’t babies born with blue eyes?” he asked.

“Most are,” the doctor replied. “But not all, although, most babies with light colored eyes are born with blue eyes, so Grace is unique.”

“In more ways than one,” Rodney said.

“John,” Caroline said, slipping back into her doctor’s tone. “I’m going to want you and Grace to stay here for a few days. Give you some healing time before you go home.”

“Nathan and I will be staying too, then.” Rodney said.

Caroline smiled and nodded. “I figured as much. We’ve made up a room for the four of you.”

John looked up at Rodney and smiled. “The four of us,” he said.

“The four of us,” Rodney repeated and bent to kiss John lightly on the mouth.

“1,2,3,4,” Nathan counted and pointed to each of them.

“That’s right, Nath,” John said. “We’re a family of four now.” He smiled and looked up at Rodney. “Just like daddy said.”

TBC

Gate con '09

a_dethiel@sbcglobal.net — Mon, 31 Aug 2009 01:43:32 GMT

UPDATE: Gate Con Chicago ‘09

So, I went to the convention with my very good friend Katie AKA Stargate_addict AKA katiesg_addict here on LJ. We arrived at the hotel at around 3:30ish on Thursday (because we didn’t want to take any chances that we’d miss anything on Friday). There was some confusion with the room and after that whole thing…. I was in serious need of a drink! So, I stopped at the bar in the lobby and met two fellow con-ers. A nice girl named Cassie and a nice guy named James. We talked for awhile while I drank a few vodka cranberry’s.

Then I ate with my other friend Chris and her friend what’s his face, while Katie went to IHOP.

The rest of Thursday isn’t important….

************************************FRIDAY************************************

Gary Jones!

I had Met Gary in Vancouver in 2006 and he’d mentioned an episode where he was reading a “technical manual”. I couldn’t remember which episode he said it was, so I decided to go to the mic and ask just that… which ep was it?

I was third to ask a question… the second person asked how he got the name Walter Harriman and he went into that story. I’m sure we’ve all heard it a billion times. But, in short, it goes something like this…

Technician>Davis>Norman Davis>Norman Walter Davis>Norman Walter Davis Harriman>Walter Harriman.

Then he looks over toward me (I’m next!) And then says “Oh!” and looks back to the audience and says “speaking of names…” Then he looks at me and says “I know you’ve been standing there, but this is related to names.” I nod to him because, well, I’M NEXT! I’m in no rush.

He says how he is ALWAYS getting stopped in line at the airport… “Mr. Jones, have you ever been arrested? No. Are you sure?” And how he always gets pulled out of line and sent to the little room with homeworld… I mean, homeland, security and gets asked the questions again.

So his wife says he needs to get a middle name, and after getting stopped again, this time in a car with friends, she insists and says she’d get him one for Christmas. So she brings home the papers, he thinks about it for awhile and decides that since he’d always wanted to be called Paul when he was a kid, he’d make his middle name Paul. Gary Paul Jones.

So a few weeks pass and he finally gets the documents in the mail, opens them and freaks out in the kitchen.

“What happened?” He asked his wife. “Well, I didn’t think Paul was exciting enough.” She replies.

Gary tells us that his wife had added the name Von to the papers. He says that his name had become Gary Paul VonJones. At this point he starts using a German accent and doing the goose step… I almost died laughing because I started thinking of a Stephen Lynch song. Then Gary invites an audience member onto the stage and she reads his driver’s license. “Gary Paul VonJones.”

FINALLY! He turns to me then back to the audience and says “Lets have a round of applause for this lady who has been standing here forever.”

Everyone claps, I wave and ask my question…

“I saw you in 2 thousand…si…fi… two thousand something…” I say.

“Right,” Gary said, “When we dated.”

“Yeah,” I reply without missing a beat. “That’s it. Anyway, I saw you in Von couver… VAN couver,” I emphasize the van.

“Did you just say Von couver?” Gary asked.

“I did.” I reply truthfully.

Gary chuckles and I say, “It’s your fault Mr. VonJones.” And it was true… he put Von in my head with his story.

Anyway, I learn that he doesn’t remember the name of the ep, but it is in the Jonas season… so my search for the “Vanity Fair” episode has been narrowed from 10 seasons to 1… which helps.

(It’s in the ep where they’re all in the briefing room and Ba’al is going to destroy the world in 20 seconds.)

OH! And everyone should buy Gary’s book when it comes out. It’s called “Not savvy to the process”.

Then we break and people who have photo ops with Gary get in line for that. I did get that photo op so I walk around and run into James (the guy from the bar).

And I’d like to pause here to say how awesome the videos were this weekend! They had a video to intro each guest and videos saluting SG1 and Atlantis and specific characters. Most of those videos were amazing! A couple that stick out in my mind are, a Ronon vid to the song ‘I’m about to kick somebody’s ass’ (I don’t know if that’s the actual name, but it was all the song was about and it was funny!), and a Carter vid to the song ‘I hear the bells’ from Hairspray, it was a Sam/Jack video and I don’t do that pairing but it was still really good and pretty funny.

James and I talk for awhile and then it’s time for Photo ops with Connor. So James and I get in line together… like I said, he was a cool guy (and some of the pictures I have are thanks to him because my camera sucks and he emailed me his pictures!)

So, we’re in line, chatting and what not, and the line moved pretty quickly. Then, before I had time to prepare myself mentally… you know, think of my greeting, how will I wave, Will I wave or just shake his hand, how will I stand… that kind of thing……. Doesn’t everyone do that? It’s my turn!

Now… I really have no idea what I thought Connor would feel like… or even IF I had thought about it… but he didn’t feel like I thought he would… or something. Perhaps that thought came from the fact that I hadn’t done my usual thinking before taking the picture. I don’t know.

Now, many of you know the thing I have with softness (yes, that’s the Joe’s shirt story…). Well, Connor’s shirt was not only soft, it was also cool and felt crisp… like it had just been pressed (except for the cool part…) and he smelled good! OMG did he smell good.

So we took the picture, he shook my hand and thanked me, and out of habit I replied “you’re welcome.”

Then I walked around the dealers room for a bit until his panel.

Let me just say that this was the tiniest dealer room ever! The room wasn’t tiny, but there were so few tables that it didn’t even fill half the room. One table with shirts, one with sg related stuff like badges, action figures, signed pix etc. and a couple with sci-fi stuff in general, one with blinky things and a “big finish” table selling the audio dramas (I bought 2).

Between Connor’s photo op and his panel, James and I go outside for a bit. James had a gold ticket and had told me earlier that his friend who was supposed to come with him had bailed at the last minute, so while we’re outside I say “I want to sit with you on Sunday.”

He says “I have that gold ticket if you what it.”

“Really?”

“I’m not doing anything with it.”

“Awesome!”

He tells me that he’s about to go to his room to put his stuff away and asks if I want to come with him to get it. I go, he offers me a coke, gives me the ticket, I thank him, we talk for a little bit and then we go to the Connor panel.

I didn’t have to give James anything for the ticket… and by anything I mean ANYTHING! I got a gold ticket just for being the super nice person I am!

Need I tell you… James Rocks!

CONNOR TRINNEER!

I found my seat, still back in the preferred area cause my gold ticket hadn’t been registered yet, and a few minutes later Connor came out! I was still super stoked about meeting him for the first time that I hadn’t been able to think of a question that was worth asking, but that was okay, because I was there!

He talked about Atlantis and Enterprise, he also talked about other roles he did and then he talked about his upcoming part in The Closer… the one he fired his manager over. He said if the part is three minutes he’d eat his hat.

He said that he was pretty happy with the way ST:ENT ended, mostly because almost the entire ep was about him, and that since it was the last ep, it was ok that he was being killed off. “How many shows can you look back on and say that you’re happy with the way things went?”

Autographs-Friday!

As you know, they call by rows for autographs. You line up, chat with friends and what not and before you know it you’re at the table.

Well, we were in row Q! So it was going to take awhile. So I left the room, walked around for a bit, talked to a few people and got a drink. Then I got another drink and took it back into the room. A few minutes after I got back in there, they called our row. I got my pictures out, got everything ready and then after a few more minutes I was at the table getting Gary’s autograph!

By the time I got to Connor’s table my drink was mostly gone.

Now, anyone who has ever been to a creation con knows how it works, you hand the handler the tickets and they tear the end off so you can’t go back and get in line again… right? Well it was the same this time.

Now there’s no way that 2 vodka and cranberry’s are going to make me tipsy or even buzzed, so I was feeling no effect from that, but I was in high spirits because I was at a convention! So, I hand the woman my tickets, she tears them and jokingly I say “Well what’d you rip it for?”

Connor looks at me with this huge smile and says “What’s in that glass?”

I reply truthfully with “vodka and cranberry.”

His smile widens a bit and he chuckles before signing my pictures. One of which is for the ever lovely gavet97 as promised!

So after that there isn’t anything else to do celebrity wise, but there’s a Comedy thing later with Gary and Dean Haglund (Langely on X-Files) and a karaoke party in the bar and grill at 10. I have a few more drinks then meet Katie in our seats for the comedy. Starhole SG1.5 was SO funny! They invited a few people up from the audience. Gary was Harriman (of course) Dean was Landry. The people from the audience were “Jack” whose uniform was a hat with a blinking light, Teal’c who got a swiffer handle with a nerf football on the end and a piece of tape gum for his emblem and Daniel who already had glasses so she (yes, Daniel was played by a woman) didn’t need any props. Dean also played Sam Carter… so he came out on stage in a black sports bra! Then he also played Evil Spock and the audience member who was doing the sound effects started doing the bow chicka bow bow type porn music causing Harriman to channel Captain James T. Kirk, he did the voice, the mannerisms and the swiveling at the hips thing! Then Evil Spock said they had to fight but the rule was that they couldn’t move. 2 people from his “planet” aka the audience had to move them. He picked 2 people and explained…. “if you want us to take a step, grab us by the pants waaaaaay down here” (he grabs Gary’s pants by his knees and makes him take a step.) They fight, Harriman wins Sam is rescued and although all the rest of the team died (Daniel ascended), the two of them got back to the SGC (after gating to London….). They have a memorial for the fallen team members, they start to kiss but before they can….. “I’m too sexy for my love…” starts playing and the two of them do their little turns on the cat walk!

I left there with a sore throat from laughing so hard and sore hands from clapping so hard!

After the show, Katie and I go down to Maxie’s to enjoy the bad singing.

I find James there (it seemed that I was always running into him either in a line or at the bar….lol), I say hello, order myself a drink and one for Katie, then the two of us grab a table not too far from the bar.

We talk and watch the comings and goings for awhile and then I needed another drink. I go up and sit beside James, order, drink, talk then order again. I look back at our table to assure Katie that I’m coming back and find three other people and no Katie.

“She left…. Without even telling me.” I say to James. He turns and says, “Yeah, and now Gary Jones is sitting there.”

I didn’t recognize him from the back so I turn and look again and, yup, that’s Gary. So I went over there and playfully say “You stole my seat,”

“Is this your seat?”

“It used to be, but my friend left so I’m sitting at the bar now.” Then Katie walks over. “Oh look,” I said, “She didn’t leave. I thought you left.”

She said she was looking at the list of songs for karaoke but they didn’t have the one she wanted. We tell Gary and Dean how much we liked the show and thank them both from coming to the convention, then we go back to the bar and chat with James.

We sit there for awhile and Dean comes over to get them some more drinks. He starts talking to us and I tell him about the time I saw him at Starbase Indy and he remembered the show he did there too! The man is hilarious people! AND SMART! He invented a laptop cooling device called the chill pack, I am SO going to buy one if I ever see it at the store. He was selling them at the con, but by the time I had seen it I had already spent more than I should have!

Katie goes back upstairs to the room and James and I stay there talking until the bar closes. Eventually he goes to his room and I go up to mine and fall into bed feeling very good and possibly slightly drunk…

**************************************SATURDAY***********************************

I get up early, shower and stuff and go down to register my shiny gold ticket, feeling very much like Charlie with his pass into the chocolate factory!

There was nothing for me to do until 12:30 when Michael gets up on stage. So, since I had eaten very little the day before, I decide to start the day with some food.

After I had registered my gold ticket I gave the preferred one to Chris so she could get autographs and stuff. But I decided that rather than abandon Katie back in row Q all by herself, I decided that I’d enjoy all the gold offered me, but I’d sit with Katie until Sunday, then I’d go sit with James.

MICHAEL SHANKS!

Michael came out on stage all pressed and clean shaven. The man had on a suit… but he forgot to pack socks for that outfit lol.

His scruffy photo ops were that morning and now he was ready for the suave picture. He said he did that for those that had complained that he always wore tee shirts and jeans to conventions. *I* happen to love the way he dresses at conventions! He looks comfortable and like he’s enjoying himself. But… I got the clean shaven picture because I had no way of knowing how much beard he was going to have! I can deal with a little scruff, in fact, I find a scruffy man sexy, but a full on beard just totally turns me off no matter who has it! So I decided rather than take the chance that he’s be bearded, I’d get the clean picture. I saw the scruffy pictures later and I SO could have dealt with the amount of scruff he had *thud*!!

He talked about what it was like to work with Claudia in Promethius unbound, how she came to him and said something to the effect of “What can I do to help accentuate your character?” He said he just wanted to grab her up and hug her tight.

There were a few questions about Megasnake and Lost treasures of the grand canyon and others. He asked, “Who here has seen Megasnake?” a lot of people raised their hands. He says, “to many to have you killed.” Then, “Who’s seen Lost treasures of the grand canyon?” Even more people raised their hands. “Wow, certainly can’t have all of you killed.”

After his panel was the suave Michael photo ops so Katie and I run off to get in line…. WOW! The line was already down the hall, around the corner, down that hall and down the stairs! But that’s okay, the lines moved pretty quickly. James got in line behind us before he realized that the line was for Michael only and he needed the duo line, so he left.

I had the photo of our first meeting in my bag and I fished it out to show it to him… I only intended to show it to him. You know the one… the one where I gave him the towel and he stuck the top in his pants and wore it like a loin cloth.

“What was I wearing?!”

I explained when and what and where and he said “Canada scarves right?”

“Yeah!” I replied!

He held up the picture and so our picture is of him holding a picture of us… LOL!

After Michael’s photo op was the duo with Michael and Amanda, so there was nothing much to do until 3:40 when Amanda took the stage. I walked around the dealer room for a little bit, talked to other fans and then took the opportunity to grab another bite.

AMANDA TAPPING!

She was awesome! This was my first time meeting her too and she is so frelling cool! She talked about Carter and Helen. About how her dad didn’t want her to be an actor and got her an audition for a play thinking she wouldn’t get the part and she’d see how hard and heart breaking it was and get discouraged. That back fired though because she got the part! YAY!

Her birthday was in a few days so we all sang happy birthday to her and she blushed a bit and clapped for us.

She talked about how she loves doing conventions because of all the positive energy that fills the place. She said that the last time she was in Chicago she was very newly pregnant with Olivia and had had two miscarriages before her, and how she believed that it was all the love and energy she got at the critical point in the pregnancy that made Olivia stick. She very nearly started crying when she said that so we know that it’s heartfelt!

She is such an awesome person!!

AUTOGRAPHS SATURDAY!!!

Although I could have gone up and sat with James and got my auto’s earlier, I decided to stay with Katie and a few other squirrels!

Again, there was plenty of time before they called our row so I went outside for a bit and grabbed a drink. When I got back to the room they were getting ready to call our row. We got in line and the next thing I knew I was standing in front of Michael’s table. I handed him my picture, which was one I had made for the MSSB, it had three small pix from Lifeboat showing three different personalities and under the pictures I had put the caption “It doesn’t matter who is hitching a ride, he’s still our Daniel Jackson.”

He liked the picture, commented on how creative it was and signed it with his usual smiley face :) Then I went over to Amanda’s table. I had my little sticky note with my name on it (which is Amanda) and Amanda said “Awesome name!”

“It is awesome!” I said, “And guess what my middle name is.”

“Not Samantha, is it?”

“No, it’s Michael. Amanda Michael.”

“Really!?”

“Yeah.”

“Awesome! This is fate! I’m Amanda, he’s Michael and you’re Amanda Michael!”

She was really amused with my name :) LOL!

After the autographs there was a little time before the costume contest.

Chris was Xaqualina Dex, her OC Ronon’s sister. And Andrea (her friend) was Andrea Emmagen, Teyla’s cousin. I had (for some reason…. I’m still unsure how it happened) I had agreed to be Amanda DeThiel (My OC from a past fic) and I stowed away on the Daedalus and the two of them captured me and I was their prisoner….. Needless to say… we didn’t win.

Other costumes were… there was a Jaffa of Ra, complete with helmet with glowing eyes and a glowing ribbon device (he didn’t win either and I thought he should have), Daniel, Jack, Ascended Daniel, Anubis, a couple Knox, a couple Wraith, one of the kids was one of Hathor’s original Jaffa, a knox child, a Jaffa of Anubis, and plenty of others. It was a pretty big turnout of contestants. The Jaffa of Ra came in 3^rd, Anubis came in 2^nd and ascended Daniel got first. We all got a tee shirt for entering.

DESSERT PARTY!!

As a gold member I was able to go to the dessert party! WOOHOO!!!

So At 9 I met James in the bar (this time it was a scheduled meeting) and at about 9:30ish we got in line and then we eventually got into the room downstairs, grabbed a table and waited.

We got to go out to the dessert table, but nothing looked appetizing to either of us (just a bunch of sugar loaded junk and ice cream… we had both been drinking for a while by then and didn’t want to mix alcohol and dairy…) so we just grabbed a couple drinks (I went for my usual vodka cranberry and this time, I guess I had ordered them so many times in front of James that he decided to try one,) and he also ordered a miller genuine draft. We went back to our table and a bit later Amanda, Gary and Dean came out.

James and I talked with the people at our table for a bit and then Amanda was close to our table.

(this next part kind of pisses me off…) A woman came over to our table and said “I just arrived, can I sit here?”

“Sure, go ahead.” We all said. She sits and Amanda comes over. The new woman grabs Amanda’s ear and before she has time to even say hello to the rest of us, she was tapped on the shoulder. She turned to us and said “They want me to leave and I haven’t even talked to you guys.” So she sat there for a moment longer and we got to talk. I told her about Cassie and she wanted to see a picture, and ALL DAY I had been carrying my picture book. I opened my bag to get it and. “Damn it!” I said, “I left it in the room.”

Amanda playfully taps me on the arm and repeats my sentiment “damn it!”

Everyone at the table laugh and then Amanda has to leave.

The part that pisses me off about that is that after Amanda left, the “new woman” got up and walked over to another table and one of the people at our table realizes that she had been sitting there when Amanda was at that table!

After Amanda left our table, everyone but me, James and some other guy left because they only wanted to see Amanda. So it was just three of us when Dean and Gary came over to our table so we got to talk to them for awhile!

We talked about the comedy show from the night before and Dean’s invention “the chill pack”. He told us how he’s invented it… He’d just been told how crappy laptops were going to be for the next 20 years and then he was given a laptop. He had an injured knee and had an ice pack on it. He was on the couch (or bed) and put a movie in the laptop and fifteen minutes later the laptop froze. He said he moved it over to the cold pack on his knee and the movie started playing again and that how he got the idea for the chill pack.

Awesome!

After the dessert James and I decided that if we wanted to get up for the breakfast in the morning, we’d better go to bed. So he went his way and I went mine.

****************************************SUNDAY***********************************

I managed to get up early enough to go to the breakfast… something I was worried about. I was sharing a room with three other people and I was the only one who needed to get up at the butt crack of dawn. I showered and got ready and met James not IN the bar this time but outside it. I had decided that Sunday was going to be a sober day and I found out later that James had decided the same thing. How weird!

So we went down to the room, sat at our table from the night before and my squirrel friends were at that table!! YAY!

So I got to sit with them and this time I was the third to sign the card to the stars from David’s squirrels!

We went out to the tables and grabbed breakfast. Bacon… mmmmm, I also grabbed some honey dew melon! Yummy! And I may have been the only person at our table that wasn’t eating eggs (I hate eggs!)

Paul came to our table not long after and we talked to him… we let him know that he was surrounded by squirrels. :-D A little bit later, Rachel came over to the table. She is so tiny! And super sweet!

After Breakfast we jumped in line for Rachel photo ops. One of the volunteers came down the line making all the gold people get out of line because the preferred were going first. Gary, the man Gary… the creation guy Gary, asked what we were in line for and we told him the woman told all the gold people to get out of line because we were going after the preferred people. He got upset, lined us all up somewhere else and we got to go first. There were stories later that one of the volunteers got fired that weekend… and I wonder if it was her.

While the photos with Rachel were going on, Joe and Paul were signing autographs for preferred people. They had split it up like that because both Joe and Paul had to fly out that night.

RACHEL and PAUL!

They had the two of them on the stage together. Rachel was wearing her little tank top and Paul was in a coat. Rachel said she was freezing and Paul gave her his jacket (it said Stargate Atlantis on it).

Paul had a few things that he was going to “trivia off” one of which was a picture of him dressed as pregnant Teyla (wig too) and fighting with Ronon. He said that he did those poses for Rachel’s baby book. And under that pic he had written “momma though” and there was another one where he was dressed as her, lying on the couch in his trailer with chips crumbled all over his chest and he wrote “momma hungry” and so on.

Someone asked if there was ever a line that they didn’t want to say ( or something like that) and Paul said that in Poisoning the well, in the opening he had that long dialogue and Rachel was supposed to say “who?” and couldn’t remember the line. Rachel corrected him by saying that she could remember it, but there was so much noise and they were so far ahead of her that she couldn’t hear her cue and that’s why she didn’t say it.

Paul said that from then on just for no reason from time to time he’d go up to Rachel and say “who?”

For the rest of the panel Rachel would say “who?” at certain times.

There was one point when Paul said something to Rachel and Rachel said “what?” but at the same time, 9/10ths of the audience said “who?” and Rachel and Paul started laughing.

Someone said he loved her voice when she sang, she thanked them and then Paul said “sing for us Rachel” and she declined.

A few questions later, a guy said that he played Beyond the Night at his father’s funeral (Rachel was really touched by that) and he asked her to sing. She said ok, but couldn’t think of a song. Someone called out, “Sing a lullaby” and she sang Baby Mine (from Dumbo) at which point I almost started crying (sitting beside James at this point) because that was what I used to sing to Cassie and I hadn’t thought of it in a long time. Rachel started getting choked up cause she was thinking of her son.

Someone asked her if Torren was her son and she said “No, they couldn’t use him because no one would believe that he was my child. He’s white with blonde hair and blue eyes, no one would believe that that was Teyla’s son… but I swear he’s mine.”

Paul talked about A Dog’s Breakfast and seeing David Hewlett’s naked ass. And that they would both do another movie with him. “In fact,” Rachel said, “we’re talking about some things right now.” Those of us that follow David on Twitter know that to be true.

After their panel was Photo ops with Joe. James and I got in line for that and I got out the sheep that I made him for Sheppard’s Flock.

When it was my turn I said hi and handed him the sheep. He looked at it and laughed when he read Sheppard’s Flock “That’s good,” he said.

He held the sheep in the picture then tried to hand it back and I said “it’s for you,”

“It’s for me?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I replied.

“Awesome!” He said and sat it on the table. The sheep was made funny and the head was heavier than the body so it kept falling over on its nose and Joe kept trying to sit it up… and he seemed a little frustrated that this damn sheep wouldn’t stand up. So he grabbed a piece of paper, balled it up and put it under the nose so it would stand up. He smiled and nodded victoriously at the sheep before returning to his place for the next picture.

After that they did photos with Joe and Paul and then photos with Paul then Joe had his drinks with the 9 lucky fans, so there were a couple hours with nothing going on except auctions and videos and

Discussions.

Then FINALLY Joe comes out on stage.

I told him that we, the fans, appreciate all the work that the actors put into the characters and that as far as we’re concerned the actors are not expendable. He grabbed onto what I was saying in the beginning, before I could finish, and said that he seems to have started a storm with that interview and that it came across “like I was saying don’t watch Universe, and I’d never say that. They’ve got some great actors on the show and I wish them all the success in the world…” I waited and nodded and when he was done talking I said… “That’s not was I was going to say.”

“Oh,” he said. “What then?”

That’s when I said my piece and he thanked me.

Andrea (Chris’ friend) was in his black cloak thing standing behind me, and before I said anything into the mic, Joe said “You got death behind you there,” I turned around and the guy was pointing a wooden sword at me.

Then after I was done and went back to my seat, Joe went to the other side for that question, then after that went back over to Andrea and he put his hands on his knees and took a deep breath. “Alright death, let’s go,” he said.

To my delighted surprise no one asked about slash or bathrooms or any other stupid questions. One woman said “who is your favorite guitarist slash band?”

Joe said “Well it isn’t slash…” The entire audience cracked up! He went into his usual thing about the different types of music he likes… and ended it, of course, with Johnny Cash.

Someone asked if it was his idea to put Johnny Cash in Vegas and Joe said no, “I’d been trying to get Johnny Cash into an episode forever but there was always a cash issue…” he paused and smiled a goofy smile at the audience and said “Cash issue… no pun intended.”

We learned that he lost three dogs last year due to coyotes.

Rachel called him while he was on stage… he didn’t answer it. Then someone else called him, he looked at the phone “It’s not Rachel… otherwise I’d answer it.”

After Joe was the autographs with Joe and Paul for the Gold ticketers and also Autographs with Rachel on the other side of the room.

I stood in line with James and we talked while we were going up to get the autographs. We were directly in front of Joe (still waiting to get Paul’s auto) and I didn’t realize that there was no one between Joe and us. James said something… I can’t remember what but I said “Oh I don’t think so my friend!” Not in a mean way, but in a firm way :) and Joe whistles and laughs.

I ask him if I can hand him something I don’t want him to sign and he says “You don’t want me to sign?” I said “Yeah,”

“Um… okay.”

So I hand him Cassie’s picture and tell him that she drew it for him. I was going to tell him that if I took it back home she’d be mad at me but…

“Oh,” he said, “This is gorgeous! Can I keep it?”

Joe Flanigan ASKED to keep the picture Cassie drew for him.

“Yeah,” I replied, “She’ll be mad at me if I take it back home. I had to promise that I’d give it to “John Sheppard”.” He laughed and looked at the picture for another minute and then sat it to the side and patted it gently as if it was something precious to him. I was so happy that he liked it!

And I saw when he left that he had the picture in his hand!!

I got Paul’s auto, (did you all know that he has a degree in Physical education and education?) then went to get Joe’s. I had three pictures to have signed. One where he was tied up to the tree and Kolya had just beaten him (Remnants) and another where he was sitting on the bench in the cell in Inquisition, and the third one had him in the chair… I asked him of the three which was his favorite and he picked the one from remnants “I’d have to say that one, there’s a lot going on in this picture compared with the other two.”

I collected my pix, thanked him and he thanked me and told me to tell my daughter “John Sheppard really liked the picture she drew.”

Then after Joe left, I went over and got in line to get Rachel’s autograph.

I told her how I almost started crying when she started singing because I used to sing that song to my daughter and I hadn’t thought of it for awhile. She said “it makes a lovely lullaby doesn’t it?”

I agreed and showed her a picture of Cassie. “She’s beautiful,” she cocks her head to the side and says “wow, she and Caden could be related!” They both have blonde hair and blue eyes.

LOL!

And that was pretty much that for the celebs. I hung out with James for a little while longer and then I got in line to get my pictures (the ones I took with Joe and Rachel). I was in line for AGES! He was printing them out one and a time for the people who were in line. I talked with a couple guys in line, then I went up to the room and grabbed my laptop, the Starhole SG1.5 DVD and A Dog’s Breakfast. We watched Starhole and helped pass the time. I went to Maxie’s and grabbed a sandwich and took it back to the line (Katie was in line with me… I wasn’t entrusting my laptop to a bunch of strangers, Katie was watching it for me… lol)

And FINALLY! I got my pictures! And then I said bye to the guys I had met; I went outside for a minute and then went to the desk to leave a message for James. He was asleep already and I was supposed to give him my email address… so I left him a message at the desk.

Katie and I crawled upstairs (at this point it was like 2 am) and we flopped into our beds and passed out :)

Ah the wonderful feeling of a convention weekend!

And that is that… Chicago Gatecon ’09!

Coming soon: Next chapter AND review of chicago con

a_dethiel@sbcglobal.net — Thu, 20 Aug 2009 07:32:00 GMT

Hey there friends!

I truely apologize that I haven't gotten the next chapter up of the grandview series. I have it written, I just have to type it up.
My surgery went well. I had 2 hernias instead of just the one, and my recovery time took an entire week longer than expected. I'm still a little tender on the inside, but the incision is healing nicely. And, well... I just haven't felt like sitting at the computer long enough to type the next chapter. I know that I promised it after the surgery, but I just wasn't feeling up to it.
I am, however, about to start typing it right after I post this!! YAY!

As many (or maybe all) of you know... the Stargate convention in Chicago is this weekend and I am going!!
I am so super excited, not only because I get to meet Joe again, and I get to meet Connor and Amanda for the first time... but because, since I was unemployeed last year, it was the first year since 2000 that I did not attend any convention at all! Not a single one!
So this is like my reunion tour... with out the tour... or the reunion for that matter.
Yeah... I suppose that makes it nothing at all like a reunion tour.... so.... never mind that... I guess. :-/

Anyway! After the weekend is over (And I have time to recoup from all the insanity) I plan to post a full report on everything I did!! I plan to have pictures to post and, since my brother turned my piece of shit desk top into something close to resembling an actual computer with a purpose OTHER than making sure the desk doesn't fly away, I will have some video to put up. Of course I will have the video regardless... but the to put up part depends on whether or not the desk top is in good enough condition to actually capture the video off teh camcorder... (I still have a tape from dragon con 2007 that I haven't been able to capture).

So... here I go, off to begin typing up the next chapter!

My surgery...

a_dethiel@sbcglobal.net — Thu, 23 Jul 2009 03:23:13 GMT

Anyone who knows me from dgeek and twitter and stuff knows that for several years now I've had really bad pain from an umbilical hernia. It hurts often and bad.... but I am finally having surgery on it next Thursday 7-30-2009.

It's out patient. I go in an hour before surgery, have the surgery and a few hours later I go home.
I'll be totally out... completely under.... and I gotta say that that is a tad scary.

I haven't been feeling up to being on the computer very much lately so I may or may not be on between now and then, aside from replying to any comments I get on any of my stories... the most recent chapter in Grandview to be more specific :-)
Or any replies on anything here.... if I have an email saying there's a comment... I'll reply. LOL

So, I'd appreciate any well wishes and/or prayers to whatever deity you all believe in :-)

Thanks a bunch!

Fic: Almost there (a Grandview story) Rated G

a_dethiel@sbcglobal.net — Wed, 22 Jul 2009 00:18:55 GMT

Almost there

Series: Grandview

Rating: G

Word count: 1,413

Disclaimer: They’re not mine; I just like playing with them.

Summary: And when it’s all over, you and I will walk out of the SGC with both our sons. We’ll be a family of four, you, me, Nathan and Owen.

Rodney found John in the dining room hunched over a bowl of Cherry cordial ice cream.

That was John’s favorite ice cream so John eating it was nothing new, but he’d never eaten it in the middle of the night, so the fact that he was now was cause for concern in Rodney’s book.

John was sitting in his boxers, the room was dark and John wasn’t as much eating the ice cream as he was starring into the bowl and stirring it.

“What’s it say?” Rodney asked as he stepped up to stand beside John.

John looked up. “What?” he asked confused.

“You look like you’re trying to see the future in your ice cream.”

“Oh,” John said and let go of the spoon.

Rodney sighed and sat down. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “And don’t say nothing because I know what you look like when something’s on your mind. Are you having nightmares again?”

“No,” John replied.

“What is it then?”

“There’s only one week left, Rodney,” John said softly and went back to stirring his ice cream.

“I know. Owen will be in our arms in five days, six hours and…” he looked at his watch. “Twenty seven minutes.”

John sighed and nodded. “Yeah,” he breathed.

“Aren’t you excited? Our son is about to be born, the hard part is almost over.”

“Of course I’m excited, but…” he shook his head and sighed again.

In all the years Rodney had known John, he’d only seen him afraid a handful of times, and he was afraid right now. He seemed more afraid than he’d ever been of the Wraith or the Goa’uld or any of their other enemies in Milky Way or Pegasus, human or Alien.

“Talk to me, John,” Rodney said gently.

“I’ve been shot. I’ve been stabbed, fed on by Wraith. I’ve been to the edge of death and back, I’ve even had a building fall on me. But in five days, six hours and twenty six minutes, my stomach is going to be cut open and people are going to be rummaging around inside me, moving things around and taking things out. I know that after all the shit I’ve been through; it’s stupid to be afraid of this… but…”

“It’s not stupid to be afraid, John. This is new territory; it’s never been done before. But Caroline and Carson are two of the best doctors I know. It’s a scary thing, the idea of any surgery is scary, but the effort is worth the reward. You’ve carried our son inside your body for thirty-seven weeks. You’ve cared for him and nurtured him all by yourself, and now it’s time to share some of that responsibility with me. I know you’re scared, and I wish there was something I could do to ease that a little. But I’ll be in the room with you, making sure nothing happens to either you or Owen. And when it’s all over, you and I will walk out of the SGC with both our sons. We’ll be a family of four, you, me, Nathan and Owen.”

John nodded and his posture seemed to have loosened a bit. “Thanks, Rodney,” he said softly.

Rodney smiled and held out his hand. “You ready to go upstairs with me?” he asked.

John took a deep breath and put the spoon down again. “I think so,” he said and took Rodney’s hand.

~*~

After half an hour, John was still awake. Rodney could tell by his breathing and how still he was.

Rodney turned onto his side, propped himself up on his elbow and put his hand on John’s belly.

Owen thumped his palm and John grunted softly.

“He’s active tonight,” Rodney commented.

“Yeah,” John replied. “He’s rolling all over the place in there.”

Rodney could tell by John’s tone that he was still worried, and he supposed he’d be worried too if their roles were reversed.

“It’s going to be alright, John,” Rodney said quietly and rubbed his hand over John’s belly in the way that always soothed John, even before he got pregnant. “You’ve had surgeries before. After Michael’s compound fell on us, you rescued Teyla with a hole in your side. Keller had to go in and patch you up.”

“Yeah, but back then, you were the only one I’d be leaving behind if something went wrong. Keller said it took her a long time to stop the bleeding. I could have bled to death, Rodney. What’s to stop that from happening this time? Then you’d be left alone with Nathan and Owen.”

“That’s what you’re worried about?” Rodney asked, a little confused.

“Yeah, I don’t want to die, but more than that, I don’t want to leave you a single parent of two young children.”

“That’s not going to happen, John.”

“It’s easy to say that. No one goes into a surgery thinking they won’t come out. But anything can happen, Rodney. Like you said, this hasn’t been done before.”

“Well, not to a man.”

“And I’m a man.”

“Yeah,” Rodney replied. “But the machine made your insides like a woman, that’s why you can carry a baby. You have a womb, John. It won’t be any different than doing a cesarean on a woman. And that’s been done thousands of times.”

John sighed and turned his head toward Rodney. “I just… I don’t want to leave you, Rodney, and I don’t want to leave Nathan.”

“You won’t. You’ll be fine, John. You and I will be sitting together at Nathan’s college graduation, then at Owen’s. You’re not going to die, John. I won’t let you.”

“What if…” John swallowed and turned his head away from Rodney.

“What if what, John?” Rodney asked. He put his hand on John’s cheek and turned his head back toward him.

“What if you have to choose?”

“What are you talking about?”

“What if it comes to a situation where you have to choose between me and Owen? Either I die or he does.”

Rodney’s ears pricked and his throat tightened. “Why would you even think that?” He demanded.

“Because it’s happened before.”

“I refuse to answer that because it’s not going to happen.”

“I’d want you to choose Owen,” John said matter of factly.

“John!”

“No, Rodney, choose him. Let him live. I’m sure either Teyla or Jeanie would be willing to raise him.”

“John,” Rodney said again, and his voice cracked. “Why are you doing this?”

“I just want all the bases covered.”

“Well they’re covered, now stop it! Both of you will be fine. Nothing’s going to happen.”

“But if it does-”

“No!” Rodney said as loud as he could without waking Nathan.

“No what?” John asked.

“No, I won’t choose Owen. I’ll choose you.”

“Rodney-”

“No, John. I’d rather have you. If you wanted, later, I could use the machine to have another baby, but I’d choose to have you.” Rodney had fought hard to keep the tears at bay but they were flowing freely now. “I’d choose you, I’ll always choose you.” He moved his elbow and dropped his head to the pillow.

John rolled onto his side and wiped the tears off Rodney’s face. “You’re right,” he said softly. “Nothing’s going to go wrong. Lam and Beckett are good doctors, like you said, and they’ll both be there. I don’t know why I’m worried about this, but I shouldn’t have… I shouldn’t have hurt you and made you worry too.”

“No, John,” Rodney replied, he knew that John was only putting on a brave front for his sake. “You’re supposed to talk to me about what worries you. That’s part of being married, holding on to one another and helping each other through the rough patches. It’s alright for you to be worried, I’d be worried too. But I wasn’t lying when I said I’d choose you.”

John nodded and rubbed his thumbs over Rodney’s cheeks again. “Okay,” he said. “I can live with that.”

“Good,” Rodney replied. He leaned in and kissed John as he ran his hand over his belly. Owen thumped again, harder than before and both parents gasped.

“Calm down buddy,” Rodney said and patted John’s belly. “It’s almost time, just a little longer.”

He smiled at John and continued rubbing his belly.

John gave Rodney a small smile in return and snuggled into his arms. Rodney wrapped his arms around John and began rubbing his hair softly. He kissed John’s forehead when his eyes slipped closed.

TBC…

sex on the fly

a_dethiel@sbcglobal.net — Wed, 08 Jul 2009 22:42:41 GMT

It is to my shame that I failed to complete the Sex on the Fly challenge. The last one I wrote was behind the gate and I haven't posted that.

Cassie, my daughter, decided that she wanted my attention every minute that I wasn't at work and, as her mother and only parent, I wasn't going to deny her that attention.

I just wanted to let you all know why I hadn't finished the challenge.

But... for those of you who have read the sex on the fly stories AND Grandview.... Take comfort in the fact that the next chapter is almost done... just needs to be typed up and edited :-D

Sorry to have let you all down by not finishing the challenge... I feel bad about it because of the fact that not only was it the first challenge that I made for myself.... but also because I was looking forward to writing all of the stories!

Fic: Conference Room-Day 25 of Sex on the Fly Rated PG-13

a_dethiel@sbcglobal.net — Sat, 27 Jun 2009 01:13:27 GMT

Conference Room-Day 25 of Sex on the Fly

Rating: PG-13

Word count: 673

Disclaimer: They’re not mine; I’m just playing with them.

Summary: How many times had John had him in a position like this? Driving him sexually insane, unable to say or do anything, unable to react at all.

Rodney smiled inwardly as he thumbed the head of John’s dick. How many times had John had him in a position like this? Driving him sexually insane, unable to say or do anything, unable to react at all.

All Rodney could think as John scooted closer to the table and explained their most recent off world mission to Woolsey was: payback’s a bitch. Of course, Rodney had firsthand knowledge of how sweet a bitch it could be. He also knew that he’d be in for one hell of a night with John once this debriefing was over.

He put his index finger over the slit in John’s dick and pressed lightly, moving it like a joystick.

John’s voice cracked slightly and he cleared his throat before continuing.

Rodney didn’t want to get John off, that would be messy and hard to explain. He wanted to take him to just this side of orgasm then take him to his room, strip him to nothing and lick every inch of his body before getting him back to the breaking point.

Rodney wrapped his hand loosely around John’s dick and slowly stroked upward. When he had stroked down to the base, he pushed his fingers further into John’s unzipped pants and pressed them against his balls, feeling them move in the sac.

John sucked in a breath. “Um-” he said as cover then shakily went back into his explanation. He rolled his hips in his chair, pretended to reposition himself and reached below the table. He took Rodney’s hand, pulled it off his balls and put it back on his dick.

Rodney chuckled aloud and bit his lip.

“Did you have something to add Dr. McKay?” Woolsey asked.

“No,” Rodney said and shook his head. “John’s pretty much covered everything.” He gave John’s dick a squeeze and John’s hips jumped slightly. “Except for the fact that these people have no technology and even less clothing. The men walked around completely nude 100% of the time.” He began slowly stroking John’s dick again, remembering the several encounters they had with men having sex in the open.

John grunted when Rodney tightened his strokes. “That’s not all they did in the nude,” he said obviously remembering the same thing.

“Meaning?” Woolsey asked.

“They conducted all their business that way too,” Rodney said, saving John from having to explain why he’d just grunted.

“You said the men were nude,” Woolsey commented.

“Yes,” Teyla said softly. “They believed the female body to be… hideous.” She was clearly upset by that.

“Male nudity was their custom,” She said, having composed herself.

“They made us take off out clothes too,” Ronon told them. “And Teyla had to stay inside with all the other women.”

Rodney could tell that John was struggling to keep himself contained; his hips were now rocking up into Rodney’s hand as discreetly as possible.

“There’s no reason to go back to the planet,” Rodney said, ready to get the debrief over and get John back to his room.

“Do you agree, colonel?” Woolsey asked.

“Yes, completely agree, 100%, Rodney’s right,” John spoke quickly.

“Alright, I’ll have Chuck make a note in the database,” Woolsey said. He gathered his things and stood up. “If there’s nothing else, this meeting is concluded.”

“Nope, nothing else,” John said.

Rodney took his hand off John’s dick and pretended to type something on his laptop. He nodded at Woolsey as he walked around the table and out the door.

He heard John’s pants being zipped when they were alone and he turned toward him.

“You’re dead when we get back to your room, you know that right?” John asked as he stood up.

“I’m counting on it,” Rodney replied and followed John’s lead. He closed his laptop and tucked it under his arm. He bent his head and chuckled at the tent in John’s pants. “I didn’t do that did I?” he asked teasingly.

“Let’s get the hell out of here,” John said urgently.

Rodney chuckled and followed John out of the room.

FIN

Fic: On the Roof-Day 24 of Sex on the Fly Rated R

a_dethiel@sbcglobal.net — Sat, 27 Jun 2009 01:09:19 GMT

On the Roof-Day 24 of Sex on the Fly

Rated: R

Word count: 931

Disclaimer: They’re not mine; I’m just playing with them.

Summary: John lay on the blanket with Rodney at his side, and stared up at the stars.

John lay on the blanket with Rodney at his side, and stared up at the stars.

He had his fingers laced behind his head and his elbow was touching Rodney’s, who was lying in the same position.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this,” John said thoughtfully.

“What?” Rodney asked.

“Looking up at the sky and seeing different stars. I’ve been all over the earth and seen the stars from a lot of different countries, but these…” he chuckled. “These are stars in a whole other galaxy.”

“It does kind of blow your mind when you think about it, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah, but we hardly ever get time to think about it. We’re always fighting one enemy or another.”

“It makes times like this more enjoyable.”

“You know,” John said leaning up on one elbow and facing Rodney. “There’s one thing I have never done under these stars.”

Rodney looked at him. “What’s that?” he asked.

John smiled and ran his hand across Rodney’s chest. “I’ve never made love under them.”

“Huh, now that you mention it,” Rodney said after a moment. “Neither have I.”

John shook his head. “That’s a shame,” he said. “We’ve been here for more than five years and neither of us has ever had sex under the stars.”

“Well,” Rodney said, “we’re both under the stars now. No one’s around, seems like the perfect time to remedy that.”

“You know what,” John said and leaned closer to Rodney. “I think you’re right.” He put his hand over Rodney’s shoulder and kissed him. He rolled onto his back pulling Rodney with him, then it was automatic and they began rubbing their hips together.

After a moment, John tore his lips away from Rodney’s. “I don’t want it this way,” he said breathily. “I want you naked, I want you inside me,” he whispered

Rodney growled hungrily, pushed up onto his knees and began unbuttoning his pants.

John sat up and pulled his shirt off, and when Rodney’s hands moved over to his pants, John began unbuttoning Rodney’s shirt.

Rodney finished with John’s pants and John pushed Rodney’s shirt off his shoulders. He leaned forward and sucked a nipple into his mouth. He flicked his tongue over the nub and Rodney clutched at John’s shoulders.

John sucked the nipple as his fingers ran over the other; he pinched the hard flesh and rolled it between his fingers. John pulled back with a smacking sound and looked up at Rodney. “Now, Rodney,” he uttered huskily.

“I um- I don’t have anything,” Rodney said disappointedly.

“I don’t care, fuck me now, Rodney. I need you now.”

Dry fucking was nothing new to John, he’d done it before, but as far as he knew, and from the near horrified look on Rodney’s face, this was his first time.

“It’s okay,” John whispered. “It’ll be alright, I just… I need you inside me, Rodney.”

Rodney swallowed and nodded. “Okay,” he said softly. He leaned forward onto his hands and knees, pushing John back with him.

John spread his legs and Rodney positioned himself between them. He looked up at Rodney and locked his ankles behind Rodney’s hips. Then he felt the head of Rodney’s dick pressing at his dry hole.

Rodney swallowed again and pushed in.

John closed his eyes and hissed and Rodney stopped.

“Keep going,” John grunted. “All the way.”

Rodney groaned and began pushing forward again. He let out a shaky breath when he was completely inside.

“Do it,” John pleaded. “Fuck me, Rodney.”

Rodney bared his teeth, growled softly and pulled out to the head, then pushed back in smoothly.

John took a deep breath, “Oh yeah,” he moaned, and began rocking his hips against Rodney’s cock.

Rodney bit his bottom lip and grunted again and again as his thrusts sped up.

“Oh fuck, John,” Rodney groaned and blew out a harsh breath.

John clenched his teeth and encouraged Rodney on. He felt the push and pull of Rodney’s dick and the burn of the skin on skin friction. He pulled another breath in through his teeth and grunted it out.

“Mmmm,” he hummed and pushed down on Rodney’s cock.

Rodney groaned and pounded into John with harsh grunts.

John wrapped his arms around Rodney’s shoulders and pressed his fingers into the muscles. The pleasure of the unlubricated friction was driving him wild, the fire was building in his gut and Rodney hadn’t even touched his dick. He closed his eyes and grunted Rodney’s name again and again.
John bared his teeth and growled deeply as he came. He was just coming down from the euphoric high when he felt Rodney stiffen and then he felt Rodney’s come filling him.

“Oh my god, John,” Rodney said as he collapsed onto him, “That was intense.”

Rodney was breathing as hard as John was, and although Rodney was heavy on his lungs making breathing difficult, John was glad that Rodney hadn’t pulled out, he wasn’t ready to be empty.

“Why haven’t we done it that way before?” Rodney asked.

“It’s not something I do often, and I wanted to save it for a time when I needed you but didn’t have the necessary supplies.”

“Does it hurt?”

“It burns a little, the friction.” He took a breath, “kind of like an indian burn, only, not so bad. But it’s never been this good.”

Rodney raised his eyebrows and looked a little smug.

John rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Shut up and kiss me you idiot,” he said.

Rodney smiled and leaned in and followed John’s order.

FIN

Sorry....

a_dethiel@sbcglobal.net — Sat, 27 Jun 2009 01:02:34 GMT

Sorry that the last two stories weren't posted on time... but I was having some internet issues! They're sorted out... for the moment and hopefully for good....

So coming up in the next 5 minutes.... days 24 and 25 of Sex on the Fly :-D

Fic: Broken Transporter-Day 22 of Sex on the Fly Rated R

a_dethiel@sbcglobal.net — Tue, 23 Jun 2009 02:30:42 GMT

Broken Transporter-Day 22 of Sex on the Fly

Rating: R for sexual content

Word count: 1,640

Genre: First time/ Episode Tag

Spoilers: Quarantine

Disclaimer: They’re not mine; I’m just playing with them.

Summary: He’d had Rodney right then, he could have lied, he could have played Rodney’s insecurities and made him break it off with Katie, but John wasn’t that guy.

John looked down at the box in his hand; Rodney was going to propose to Katie, if he did, then John’s chances would be over. He couldn’t very well tell Rodney not to do it, but he wanted to. He wanted to tell him that Katie couldn’t give him what John could.

“Well I’ll buy you a beer later and we can celebrate,” John said, not meaning a word of it.

He felt his heart sink when Rodney walked out of the room.

“John,” Teyla said softly as she entered the room.

“I’m sorry, Teyla,” John said quickly. “I gotta go.” He rushed past her and out of the lab. He bound down the stairs two at a time and rounded the corner just as Rodney was approaching the transporter.

“Rodney!” he called.

Rodney turned and waved at him. “What’s up?” he asked happily.

“Rodney,” John said out of breath. “Are you sure about this? I mean, I know how you can sometimes make quick decisions.”

Rodney looked confused. “You think I’m not ready.” He gasped, “No, you’ve heard something, haven’t you? Katie’s going to break up with me and you’re trying to keep me from looking like a fool.”

“No, Rodney. I haven’t heard anything.” He sighed, “I shouldn’t have said anything, I’m sorry. Go ahead, Rodney.” John kicked himself when Rodney stepped onto the transporter. He’d had Rodney right then, he could have lied, he could have played Rodney’s insecurities and made him break it off with Katie, but John wasn’t that guy.

“Wait,” John said and stepped onto the transporter. “I’ll ride down with you, I- uh, I promised Dr. Parrish that he could show me this new plant he found,” he lied.

“Okay,” Rodney said. His finger pressed the dot for the transporter nearest the botany labs but nothing happened. He pressed the dot again and an alarm sounded.

“What the…” John said looking around.

“Oh god,” Rodney said, “That was the quarantine lockdown alarm.

“There’s an outbreak?”

“Well, there seems to be. I bet it’s whatever that plant is that Parrish brought back. Those Botanists, they never think before they bring potentially life threatening flora into the city,” Rodney ranted as he pulled open a tray in the wall.

“Rodney,” John said quietly. “There is no plant.”

“What? You said you pr-”

“I lied,” John told him.

“Why would you do that?” Rodney cleared his throat and rubbed at the front of his neck.

“Because, I wanted to…”

Rodney coughed and leaned against the wall.

“Are you alright?” John asked.

“It never fails! I’m always the first one to get sick.”

“Rodney, you’re alright, you aren’t sick.” John said and put his hands on Rodney’s shoulders. “You’re just worried, and claustrophobic. It’s going to be alright, the city locks down to keep it from spreading. Whatever it is probably hasn’t come this far.”

“Yeah, but who knows where this transporter car was before it came here. Maybe we caused the lockdown by opening the transporter door.”

“Rodney, the door was open for a few minutes before the alarm sounded.”

“Maybe it took time for the city to sense it.”

“That doesn’t happen,” John said and hoped he was right.

“It happened when we all had that memory loss disease.”

“The city didn’t see that as a threat,” John told him. “Calm down, Rodney, we’re going to be alright. I’m not sick.”

“You will be. Being stuck in closed quarters with me isn’t the best situation to be in during quarantine.”

John shook his head. “There’s nowhere I’d rather be,” he said softly.

“What?”

John took a deep breath and decided to bite the bullet. At least Rodney couldn’t walk away without listening to what he had to say. “I didn’t come down here to go to the botany lab. Parrish didn’t bring anything back for me to look at. I came because-”

“You did hear something about Katie!”

“No, Rodney, this has nothing to do with Katie.”

“What then?”

“It’s me.”

“What?” Rodney sounded frustrated now.

“I don’t want you to marry Katie, because then you’d be off the market. I guess… I guess I always hoped you’d see for yourself.”

“See what, John?”

“Me, Rodney. I like you.”

“What?”

“I like you… like that. I have since the beginning; I just wanted you to figure it out on your own. I didn’t want to say anything in case you weren’t interested. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.”

“Why now?” Rodney asked softly.

“Because, you were going to propose to Katie, she’d say yes because she likes you too, and I’d have lost my chance. I realized it was worth potentially messing up our friendship to find out if you were interested. And I didn’t want to spend the rest of my life regretting my lost opportunity and wondering what if.”

“John-”

“It’s okay, regardless what you feel. I just… I just needed you to know before you proposed to her.”

“You should have-”

“I’ll still be your best friend. I’ll stand beside you on your wedding day.” John knew interrupting Rodney wouldn’t do anything but piss him off, but he wasn’t ready to hear what Rodney would say.

“John,” Rodney began and when John opened his mouth to interrupt him again, Rodney pushed him back against the wall and kissed him. Thrusting his tongue into John’s mouth like there was no tomorrow.

John’s brain froze and he stood there with his eyes open, Rodney’s tongue moving inside his slack mouth. Then it all clicked, and he pulled Rodney as tight to him as possible and kissed him, pushing his tongue deep into Rodney’s mouth.

Rodney pulled away but John moved forward, refusing the let the kiss break.

Rodney put his hands on John’s shoulders and pushed him against the wall, and pulled his head back.

“What I was trying to say,” Rodney began, “was that you should have told me sooner. I’ve wanted you since I saw you in Antarctica. I didn’t do anything about it because you never showed any signs that you liked anything but women. You flirted with every female alien we encountered. If I had known, I wouldn’t have wasted all this time with Katie. Although, it’s probably best that I didn’t know when I had Cadman in my mind.” He sighed and took his hands off John’s shoulders. “I’m just glad you told me before I proposed to Katie.”

“So…” John said, “You’re saying that-”

“I’m saying,” Rodney interrupted him this time, “That I like you too… like that. We could have been having hot sex on a regular basis for the past four years, but we were both to ignorant to see it.”

“Well, there’s nothing stopping us now.”

“You’re absolutely right,” Rodney said and pressed his hips forward.

John’s ears pricked when he felt the hard ridge of Rodney’s erection pressing into his hip. He pushed his hands between their bodies and started fumbling with Rodney’s pants.

Rodney pulled back enough to give John the room he needed, and he started unbuttoning John’s pants as well.

They pushed their pants to their knees and their hips were drawn together like magnets. John put his hands on Rodney’s hips and Rodney’s hands were curled around John’s biceps. They pressed their mouths together again as they began thrusting against one another.

Rodney’s erection was directly beside John’s and they were sliding against one another. John broke the kiss and rolled his head back against the transporter wall. He closed his eyes and sighed as he pulled Rodney’s hips closer. He’d wanted this for so long, and Rodney’s life changing decision had finally given him the courage to seek it out. Although, John didn’t think the hollow feeling he’d gotten in his stomach when Rodney showed him that ring counted as courage, more like frantic desperation, but he didn’t care. Whatever it was, it ended with him and Rodney half naked and rubbing off on each other in a nonfunctioning transporter.

Rodney grunted and thrust harder against John, and John sped up his hips in response. He’d been waiting for this so long and now that he had it, he knew he wasn’t going to last long. He could already feel the heat bubbling in his stomach.

He sunk his fingers into Rodney’s hips and groaned, slamming his lips onto Rodney’s again.

Rodney’s fingers tightened around John’s arms as they kissed, then John felt heat spreading against the outside of his stomach. The feel of Rodney’s come on his skin being spread between them as they both continued thrusting against each other set off John’s orgasm and he pulled Rodney tighter against him and came. He came hard and heavy, it felt like he was never going to stop, like years of come was pouring out of him. He groaned and loosened his grip on Rodney’s hips. He swallowed dryly and exhaled a long breath through his nose.

“Damn, John,” Rodney said softly and rested his forehead on John’s shoulder. “It’s a crime that we waited so long to do that.”

John nodded and kissed Rodney behind the ear. “Yeah,” he breathed. “And it’s only going to get better.”

They were silent for a long while, wrapped in each other’s arms, heedless of the sticky come cooling between them, completely sated.

“How long do you think it’ll take to get the outbreak under control?” John asked.

Rodney shrugged. “Who knows? But if we’re stuck in here until we both die, either of suffocation or whatever disease is running rampant through the city… I can’t think of a better way to spend our last hours than making up for lost time.”

John nodded, he couldn’t agree more. He leaned forward and kissed Rodney, feeling his dick begin to stir again. It may take awhile for it to stand up again, but they had time. Even if they were rescued in the next few minutes, they still had time. They had the rest of their lives.

FIN

Fic: In a car-Day 21of Sex on the Fly rated NC-17

a_dethiel@sbcglobal.net — Sun, 21 Jun 2009 17:58:42 GMT

In a Car-Day 21 of Sex on the Fly

Rating: NC-17

Word count: 2,004

Genre: AU/first time

Disclaimer: They’re not mine; I’m just playing with them.

Summary: Rodney didn’t ask if he had a car or where he was staying, he just walked through the parking lot and John followed.

John saw him sitting alone in the back corner of the bar. He hadn’t come out looking to pick up a guy, or be picked up, but something about the man with thinning brown hair made John want him, more than he’d ever wanted anyone.

He ordered himself another beer and told the bar tender to give him one of whatever the man in the back corner had been drinking.

He carried the drinks over to the table and sat the glass of beer in front of the man.

“Hey,” John said and sat down across from him.

The man looked up and John looked into the bluest eyes he’d ever seen, his stomach tightened as the man licked his lips and tipped his head. “Hey,” he returned.

“Name’s Sheppard, John Sheppard,” John introduced himself.

“Dr. Rodney McKay,” the man returned.

John had been watching him for awhile now. He’d seen countless guys walk over and try to start a conversation with McKay, but he hadn’t given them the time of day. He hadn’t even opened his mouth to speak to them; he just continued looking around the bar and drinking his draft. It never took more than a couple minutes for the guys to realize that McKay wasn’t interested in them, and they left. John would have thought, after so many guys walked away from the table without even the man’s name that the others would eventually give up, but McKay apparently had the same effect on all the other men in the bar that he had on John. McKay had a steady stream of men at his table all evening, but he’d never spoken a word to them. John silently wondered what was so special about him, maybe McKay spoke to him because he was older than all the guys who’d tried to get his attention, or because he bought him a beer or maybe, McKay wanted him too.

“What do you do, John?” McKay asked, and John smiled inwardly because, not only had McKay given him his name, he initiated the next portion of the conversation.

“I’m a pilot,” John replied.

“What airline?”

“A fighter pilot, in the air force,” he clarified.

“You’re taking a risk by being here.” It wasn’t a question.

“I’m careful,” John told him, and it was true. John never talked about his sexual orientation or even hinted to the fact that he liked men. In the showers he never tried to sneak any peeks, he wasn’t interested in anyone in his unit anyway. And when they went out on shore leave, John danced with the pretty girls who hit on him; there was never a shortage of women flirting with him. He also made sure no one was ever around when he stepped into a gay bar, and he had a story prepared just in case someone he knew did see him go in or come out.

“What are you interested in, John?” McKay asked.

“At the moment, I’m interested in you.”

“What are you here for?”

“I’m at the bar for a few drinks; I’m at this table because I want you to leave with me.” John saw no reason to lie about that. He had the feeling that Rodney had the ability to smell a lie anyway.

“Let’s go,” Rodney said and got up from the table. He left the money for his drinks on the bar and headed toward the door. John did the same and he could feel every eye in the place watching them leave.

Rodney didn’t ask if he had a car or where he was staying, he just walked through the parking lot and John followed.

They stopped at a silver Impala and Rodney pressed a button on his key ring.

John got into the car when Rodney opened the back door, and Rodney got in behind him. He turned to face him and Rodney reached out and began unbuckling John’s belt. Rodney leaned forward and firmly kissed John’s lips, pressing his tongue against them until John opened his mouth, then they were kissing frantically, tongues mingling in one another’s mouths.

Rodney had a completely different attitude outside than he had in the bar. Inside he had been as smooth as marble, cool and almost business like, interviewing John as if he were applying for a job. Out here in the car he was all fingers and tongue, and while he was still smooth, there was nothing business like about the way he had quickly freed John’s dick, or the way he was now stroking him.

John sighed and began undoing Rodney’s pants, he spread them as wide as he could get them and pulled Rodney’s erection out through the fly in his boxers. He ran his index finger lightly over the head and Rodney moaned into John’s mouth before breaking the kiss.

Rodney hadn’t leaned away from John; he’d simply stopped kissing him.

“I’d been watching you, John,” Rodney said quietly. “In the bar. You weren’t there to be picked up.”

“No,” John breathed. “I was only there for a drink.”

“What made you come over to me?”

Rodney was still stroking his cock and he was an expert at it. Rodney’s hand was giving him more pleasure than any sexual encounter he’d had in his life.

“I want you,” John told him truthfully. “I wanted you from the moment I saw you.”

“And yet you stayed at the bar while countless boys came over and tried to pick me up. Why?”

“I…” he sighed when Rodney’s thumb moved smoothly over the head of his dick. “I don’t know. I was trying to get a read on you.”

“Did you?”

John shook his head slightly. “No,” he said.

“I want to fuck you, John. Will you let me do that? Right here, in this parking lot.”

“Yes,” John said breathily.

Rodney pulled his hand off of John’s dick and shifted his weight. John pushed up and pushed his pants down below his ass; he toed his shoes off and pulled the pants off completely.

Rodney moved smoother than the tight space should have allowed, and then his pants were gone as well. He reached under the driver’s seat and pulled out a small metal box, he opened the box and pulled out a condom and a tube of lube.

John wondered how often Rodney picked up men in gay bars and fucked them in the back seat of his car, but then Rodney was pushing him down with a hand on his chest and the thought was gone.

John watched as Rodney got to his knees and rolled the condom over his erection then slicked the lube over it. He pulled his knees up and spread his legs, resting one foot on the headrest of the passenger seat and the other on the headrest of the rear passenger.

Rodney leaned over him, balancing himself with a hand beside John on the edge of the seat, then John felt the cool wet head of Rodney’s condom covered dick pressing against his hole. He sucked in a breath and moaned it out when the head pushed in.

Rodney was pushing into him with a smooth steady motion and didn’t stop until John could feel Rodney’s balls pressed against his ass.

John looked up at Rodney and their eyes locked, they stared at one another for a long moment, and then Rodney closed his eyes and began gliding in and out of John, moving nothing more than his hips.

John rolled his head back on the seat and moaned; Rodney’s slow rhythmic motion was making his entire body tingle with want and need. This encounter was the epitome of what John had been searching for his entire life. John usually liked the sex with men he’d picked up, or who had picked him up, to be fast and over quick so he could get out, but he’d be perfectly happy in this position, with this man, for the rest of his life.

Rodney moaned and grunted and John looked up at him. Rodney had his lower lip between his teeth and he was breathing deeply through his nose, but he hadn’t picked up any speed, he was still sliding in and out smoothly and just as slowly as he had been since the beginning. He opened his eyes and looked down at John, and moaned again. Rodney leaned down and kissed him, the kiss was as slow as the movement of his hips. His tongue was dancing gracefully in John’s mouth, not leaving any part of it untouched.

John groaned and rolled his hips up, not so Rodney would thrust faster, the sex was perfect just as it was, but John wanted more of Rodney inside him. He wanted to take Rodney as far into him as was possible, he wanted to feel Rodney’s dick touching things inside him that had never been touched before. Rodney had turned John’s blood into liquid fire, and his muscles were trembling with the heat.

John deepened the kiss, wrapping his arms around Rodney’s shoulders and pulling him closer.

Rodney sighed and pushed deeper into John, keeping the slow rhythm constant. He moved his hips now in a way that caused John’s leaking cock to rub exquisitely between their bodies.

Every nerve in John’s body was singing with absolute pleasure and he willed his orgasm back, he wasn’t ready for this to end. He turned away from Rodney’s mouth when it became impossible to get enough oxygen through his nose.

Rodney’s mouth moved to his neck and John could feel him sucking. He knew there would be a deep purple mark there when Rodney finished, but he didn’t care. Marks like that were usually a turn off for him, but feeling Rodney’s tongue sliding wetly over the skin in his mouth made John hotter and he grunted, feeling his hold on his orgasm slipping.

“Oh… Rodney,” he breathed. His hips jerked and he came against Rodney’s stomach. The mess was smeared between them as Rodney continued sliding in and out of him.

Rodney was breathing heavier now, through his mouth which had pulled off of John’s neck with a wet smack. His motion was as smooth and slow as ever, but there was a momentary pause each time Rodney was buried inside John.

Rodney bared his teeth and grunted, then sighed, and John wished he could feel Rodney’s come gushing into him from his dick.

Their eyes were locked again as they both panted heavily, trying to catch their breath. Rodney was still inside John and neither of them said anything, but their silence was speaking volumes.

When Rodney pulled out of John, he felt empty, he’d never felt empty after sex and it wasn’t a feeling he liked.

Rodney sat up and opened the box again; he pulled out a small plastic bag and three white packets.

John knew he should sit up and prepare to get out of the car, but his muscles were still trembling too much to even attempt motion.

Rodney put his hand on his dick and began peeling off the condom. John closed his eyes and turned away, then he felt something cold and wet rubbing his stomach and he looked down. Rodney was cleaning him with a moist-towelette, he cleaned his stomach, then used a second one and gently cleaned John’s dick and balls. Then he used a third to clean himself.

John finally sat up, he wanted to say something, wanted to let Rodney know how good that had been, wanted to tell him it was the best he’d ever had, but he couldn’t find any words that wouldn’t make him sound like an idiot.

“John,” Rodney said quietly.

“Yeah?” John asked.

“You’re on leave, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Come home with me?” Rodney asked, almost shyly.

“Yeah,” John answered without hesitation.

Something had happened that night, and John hadn’t been the only one to feel it. He would happily spend his leave with Rodney. And his life.

FIN

Fic: In the Media Room on Movie Night-Day 20 of Sex on the Fly Rated PG-13

a_dethiel@sbcglobal.net — Sun, 21 Jun 2009 04:46:09 GMT

In the Media Room on Movie Night-Day 20 of Sex on the Fly

Rating: PG-13

Word count: 552

Warnings: Public sex

Disclaimer: They’re not mine; I’m just playing with them.

Summary: Rodney moaned as Wesley explained what ‘to the pain’ was to the Prince Humperdinck.

Rodney bit his lip and stopped the moan that was bubbling in his throat. He was happy they’d chosen the back row in the darkest corner and directly underneath one of the speakers. But then, it was entirely possible that John had this in mind when he insisted Rodney join him to the showing of The Princess Bride.

Now the Dread Pirate Roberts was fighting one of the R.O.U.S’s and John had his hand in Rodney’s pants stroking his cock with nothing but a bucket of popcorn hiding it. Rodney was keeping mental notes on what was happening in the movie not only to keep from moaning and groaning out loud, but also because John said if he could answer questions about the movie, he’d get the orgasm of his life tonight.

John ran his thumb over the head of Rodney’s cock and Rodney almost lost the bucket of popcorn when his hips bucked forward. He squeezed his eyes shut and growled low in his throat when John repeated the action.

Rodney turned his head to the side and found John looking at the movie screen as if nothing at all was happening. He looked utterly disconnected from the actions of his hand, anyone looking at him would have no idea he was torturing Rodney. He turned his head back to the screen and John tightened his grip. John wasn’t stroking any faster, that would surely draw some attention, but he was stroking harder, running a digit over Rodney’s head from time to time, using the precome there as a bit of lubrication.

John was going slow, impossibly slow, and he would get Rodney at the brink of orgasm and then stop, giving Rodney’s body time to gain a little control, then he’d start again.

Rodney moaned as Wesley explained what ‘to the pain’ was to the Prince Humperdinck.

The heat was rising in his belly again and he hoped that John would let him fall over the edge this time, but no such luck. Rodney started gently rocking his hips, pushing his dick into John’s motionless fist. John loosened his fist so that Rodney’s rocking was futile, and Rodney grunted in frustration.

“John,” he whispered, but John ignored him and chuckled when Inego Montoya repeated his line again and again.

Rodney hissed a breath in through his nose when John squeezed him tightly and began stroking hard. Wesley and Buttercup were kissing on a hill at sunset when Rodney closed his eyes, bit his lips almost tight enough to make them bleed, rocked his hips frantically and came all over John’s hand, filling his boxers.

Rodney looked over at John as the lights came back up and saw him wiping his hand on a napkin.

Rodney quickly buttoned his pants when people began standing up.

“Rodney!” Jennifer called happily and made her way toward where they were. “You’re here.”

“Yeah,” Rodney said and hoped the simple, single word would make it clear that he wasn’t interested in talking.

“What’d you think of the movie?” she asked.

“I enjoyed myself more tonight than I have at any other movie night I’ve been to,” he said truthfully.

“Rodney,” John said casually, “How about a beer?”

“Sounds good,” Rodney replied and followed John out of the media room, leaving Keller standing in the row.

FIN

Happy Birthday

a_dethiel@sbcglobal.net — Sat, 20 Jun 2009 19:00:54 GMT

To ribbon_purple !!! Have a fantastic day!

Fic: In a Tree-Day 19 of Sex on the Fly Rated R

a_dethiel@sbcglobal.net — Sat, 20 Jun 2009 18:07:44 GMT

In a tree-Day 19 of Sex on the Fly

Rated: R

Word count: 4,040

Genre: First time

Warnings: Public Sex (sort of...)

Disclaimer: They’re not mine; I’m just playing with them.

Summary: John looked down at the people surrounding the base of the tree. It was a huge tree standing alone in the middle of a large empty field, and the team had managed to get up in the high branches thanks to Ronon, who could climb a tree like a bear.

A/N: I'm sorry this one is a day late... but it kind of got longer than I intended :)

John looked down at the people surrounding the base of the tree. It was a huge tree standing alone in the middle of a large empty field, and the team had managed to get up in the high branches thanks to Ronon, who could climb a tree like a bear.

“Don’t worry, Sheppard,” Ronon said from a couple branches below John. “These people can’t climb.”

“That’s good,” John replied.

“But their patience is well known throughout the galaxy,” Teyla commented from directly above John. “It is likely that we will be trapped in this tree for a very long time.”

“Unless we give them what they want,” Ronon said.

“No!” Rodney shouted from his branch beside John’s and gripped the tree tighter.

“Don’t worry, Rodney,” John said comfortingly. “They’re not going to touch you.”

“Come on, McKay,” Ronon goaded, “It wouldn’t take that long and then we can go home and you can eat a hot meal and take a shower and-”

“Ronon!” John snapped. “Stop it, they’re not touching him!”

“What’s the matter with these people anyway?” Rodney asked. “Why do they only want me?”

“They believe that sacrificing virginity appeases the wraith, this planet has not been culled in several generations.” Teyla explained calmly.

“But why me? I’m no more a virgin than any of you are.”

“They see the female body as sacred because it brings life.”

“On Seteda, we have less taboos than your people,” Ronon supplied. “Not to mention, as a runner, you take what you can get.”

“What does that have to do with them thinking I’m a virgin?”

“They’re not talking about sex with the opposite sex,” John said softly.

Rodney looked completely horrified. “Oh my god, they want *that* kind of virginity?”

“Yup,” Ronon said almost happily.

“Well, what about John?”

John cleared his throat and Ronon suddenly found the people below them very interesting.

“What?” Rodney said. “It’s a fair question! Do they only need one virgin? Why not John? They can’t possibly care that he’s in the US military!”

“Um, Rodney…” John tried.

“No, you’re always trying to take our place if some obscure culture has our necks on the chopping block, but your ass is too much? You’d allow yourself to be killed in our place but when it comes to getting fucked in the ass we’re on our own?”

“Rodney-”

“Why am I the one they want?” Rodney interrupted him. “Will someone please ask the cavemen below us what’s so special about me? John’s better looking!”

“I’m not a virgin, Rodney!” John shouted ungracefully.

“Oh,” Rodney said, stunned, after a moment of silence. Then it hit him, “Oh! You’re… you’re… gay?”

“I’m bi-sexual, Rodney. Sex is sex, as long as it’s consensual and enjoyable for both parties. Of course I have to have feelings for the other person, but in a dry spell, a one night stand works too.”

“First, that’s more information than I ever needed to know. Second, do you really expect me to believe that you have dry spells? Come on, have you ever looked in a mirror? Aside from your crazy hair, you’re gorgeous! And even the hair has its good points.”

The people below began chanting something in another language and Rodney groaned and hugged the tree tighter.

“Don’t worry, Rodney. When we’re late Woolsey will call and we’ll tell him to send a Jumper for us,” John said.

“We won’t be late for another five hours,” Rodney told him hopelessly. “I don’t think I can sit in this tree for another five hours. Not to mention, I ate my last power bar.”

“There is one way that we can get home on time,” Ronon said, and for the first time that day, his tone wasn’t mocking.

“No, Ronon,” John said firmly.

“John,” Teyla soothed. “It is the best option. The people of this planet would get what they require, a member of the team would be much more caring of Rodney’s wellbeing both emotionally and physically, and we would be able to leave this planet unharmed.”

“No, Teyla! I’m not going to make Rodney do anything he’s not willing to do. We’ll wait it out.”

“Sheppard, these people aren’t going to leave until they get what they want,” Ronon said.

John shook his head, ran his hand over his hair and sighed; he hated being put in these kinds of positions. Rodney was right, he was always willing to die in place of his team mates, and he’d take Rodney’s place now if he could. He’d willingly jump out of the tree and strip; he’d let those people do with him whatever they wanted if it meant Rodney would be off the hook.

He turned his head toward Rodney only to find an empty branch and for a moment he panicked, thinking Rodney had gotten out of the tree in order to get the team home, which seemed to be what Ronon and Teyla were worried about, that thought made John angry.

“Rodney?” John called; his worry could be heard in his voice. He heard a quiet whimper and looked up. At some point during their discussion, not that John was discussing anything at all; Rodney had climbed further up the tree. He was now two branches above Teyla.

John watched as Rodney wrapped his arms around the thick trunk as far as possible; it looked like he was shaking and he looked terrified. John glared at Teyla and then down at Ronon.

“I don’t want to hear another word out of either of you,” He growled.

“Sheppard,” Ronon began his protest.

“That’s an order!” John shouted. He carefully stood up and climbed up the tree to Rodney, moving from branch to branch. They got closer together the higher up the tree they went.

“Hey buddy,” He said softly as he settled on the branch closest to Rodney’s.

“I don’t want to go down there, John,” Rodney whispered.

“You don’t have to. I can send Ronon to the gate, he’s fast, he can go back to Atlantis and bring back some marines.”

“They’re fast too, John. We barely made it to this tree before they caught up. And they may not have guns or arrows, but they’re good with what they do have. I took a rock to the back while we were running, it still hurts. They’d be on him before he got the gate dialed, we can’t do that.”

“Rodney-”

“No, John. Ronon and Teyla are right, there’s only one way out of this.” He lowered his eyes and shook his head. “I’d rather it be you than one of them.” He huffed out a quick laugh and leveled his eyes at John. “I’d rather it be you than Ronon,” he added

“I’m not going to do that, Rodney,” John said, shaking his head. “I’m not going to have sex with you just because we’re on some fucked up planet where rape is a cultural pastime.”

“It’s not rape if I agree to it,” Rodney said quietly.

“But it is if you agreed to it because you were forced to,” John argued.

“Don’t you… you don’t… have feelings for me?” Rodney asked softly.

“Rodney,” John said; he closed his eyes and tightened his lips. “Please don’t.”

“You don’t want to have sex with me?” Rodney sounded as if he may be edging toward anger.

“Stop,” the word was pushed out through clenched teeth. “Please.”

“Not even if it would keep me from being raped?”

“Rodney, please!”

“John, it’s going to happen, I’d like it to be you, but if you don’t like me enough to save my ass, literally, then it’ll be one of them.”

“Rodney,” John whispered. His eyes were closed and he had his head leaned forward, resting the front of his head against the tree trunk, he took a deep breath. “I’ve wanted to have sex with you for a long time.” He moved his head, twisting it against the bark, his eyes were open now but he wasn’t looking at Rodney. “I just wanted you to want it too, and not because I was the best option.”

“John,” Rodney sighed. He took a deep breath and began again. “After my relationship with Katie, and then that thing with Keller… they were both abysmal failures. I took some time to think about myself and why I was so horrible to be with. I thought about the last two years of my life, and I realized that, I didn’t want to be there. I didn’t want to be with either of them, I didn’t propose to Katie because I knew something was wrong with that situation. I just blamed it on my issues; I didn’t think to examine it further.”

“What are you talking about, Rodney?” John still didn’t look at him, but he’d lifted his head off the tree.

“There’s one person who’s been a constant in my life since coming to Atlantis, one person who has never tried to change me or make me into something I’m not. One person who has made me stronger, given me the chance to learn things that I wouldn’t have otherwise had the opportunity to learn, one person who has never asked more of me than he knew I could give.”

John swallowed dryly and slowly turned his head toward Rodney. His mouth was open slightly, his heart was pounding in his chest and it felt like he couldn’t get enough air in his lungs.

“You’re that person, John. You’re the one I want to be with. I didn’t realize it until just now but, you’re the reason I wouldn’t commit to a relationship with the last two women in my life.”

“Rodney-” John said breathily.

“Granted, in front of Ronon and Teyla, with an entire civilization below us isn’t my idea of the ideal first sexual encounter, but we take what we can get, right?”

John’s mind was racing; he couldn’t process the thoughts he was having. He was sitting there, straddling a tree branch and staring, open mouthed, at the man he’d been wanting for the past five years.

“John?” Rodney spoke gently and touched John’s knee.

John closed his eyes and mouth and shook his head.

“Rodney,” he said.

“So,” Rodney said and cocked his head to the side. “Do you think we can get on with this? Take my virginity just enough for me to not be a virgin anymore, then we can do it properly when we don’t have an audience.”

“Rodney,” John said and shook his head. “Don’t fuck with me; don’t say things you don’t mean. If you want me to do this just so those people down there won’t want you anymore, just say it.”

“I’m not fucking with you, John. I’ve been getting hard to thoughts of you for the past several months. I’ve wanted this for awhile now, I just… well, I had no idea you were… I didn’t know if you’d… you don’t display any signs of…”

“Rodney,” John sighed. “It’s okay, I get it.”

“Do you believe me? I want you, John. You do believe me, right?”

“Yes, Rodney, I believe you.”

“Good,” Rodney sighed.

“Sheppard.”

John looked down at Ronon; he’d climbed up a few branches and was now on the branch beside Teyla’s. John caught the thing Ronon tossed up to him and then looked at Ronon with surprise when he saw a tube of KY in his hand.

“You just carry this stuff around all the time?” He asked.

Ronon shrugged. “You never know when you’ll need it.”

John shook his head unbelievingly, and then looked at Rodney. “You’re sure about this?”

“John, it’s either going to be you or them, I’d rather it be you, and not just for the reasons we just discussed. You’ll take care, you’ll… be gentle.”

John nodded. “Yeah, I will.”

John stood up and moved over to Rodney’s branch; he settled himself behind Rodney and rested his hands on Rodney’s hips. He closed his eyes and leaned in close, breathing in Rodney’s scent. It was a scent he’d burnt into his memory from tiny little snatches whenever he could afford to smell Rodney discreetly. The things Rodney had just said finally clicked into place in John’s head, his stomach fluttered and he closed his eyes. He inhaled deeply, burying his nose in Rodney’s hair and kissing the back of Rodney’s neck.

Rodney gasped and shivered.

“You okay?” John whispered.

“Yeah,” Rodney whispered back. “The back of my neck is really sensitive.”

“Okay,” John replied and filed the information away for later use.

Ronon grunted beneath them and fired his weapon. John looked down and saw some of the villagers throwing rocks up into the branches.

“What happened to that galaxy renowned patience?” John snapped.

“I did not say that they would not take steps to get us out of the tree, just that they would wait at the base until we were.”

“Details, Teyla!”

“I apologize.”

“Rodney,” John said softly. “Looks like we’re going to have to speed things up a little. I’m sorry.”

Rodney shook his head. “It’s okay,” he said and pushed against the tree. He stood up and balanced himself on the wide branch and leaned his hands against the trunk.

John sighed and got to his feet behind Rodney. He’d imagined a lot of scenarios for his and Rodney’s first time, but this wasn’t one of them. In his head, they were always alone, in a dimly lit room, usually on Atlantis, but on Earth from time to time, but never, even in his wildest fantasies, had he ever imagined having sex with Rodney, in a tree.

He reached around Rodney and unbuttoned his pants, he didn’t want to be too erotic because of the situation, but he didn’t want Rodney’s first time to be too clinical.

Ronon fired his weapon again and John jumped slightly. He pushed Rodney’s pants and boxers to his knees.

“I’m sorry, Rodney,” he said in Rodney’s ear. “It shouldn’t be this way.”

“Stop apologizing, John. It’s not going to change the situation.”

“You’re right,” John replied and unbuttoned his own fly; he pushed his pants down and lubed up his fingers. “Alright, Rodney,” he said and touched the tip of one finger to Rodney’s hole. “One finger to start.” He pressed in to the first knuckle. Rodney gasped and tightened around John’s finger. “Its okay, Rodney, loosen up.”

Rodney breathed deeply, the muscles in his ass loosening a little with each exhale.

“Good,” John praised and ran his hand down Rodney’s back. He gently pushed his finger in further and Rodney whimpered.

John moved his hand back up to Rodney’s shoulder and gently squeezed. He twisted his finger and circled the muscle until it wasn’t such a tight fit. “You doing okay, Rodney?” He asked.

Rodney didn’t speak, but he nodded quickly.

“Good. Okay, another finger,” John told Rodney and pressed his middle finger into him.

Rodney gasped again and John could see his fingers tighten on the bark of the trunk, but he didn’t squeeze John’s fingers.

“You’re doing good, McKay,” Ronon said from below them.

“Oh God,” Rodney groaned and tightened his muscles around John’s fingers.

“Shut up, Ronon,” John ordered and leaned into Rodney. “Alright, Rodney,” He said softly in Rodney’s ear. “Close your eyes.”

“No I… I don’t do well with having my eyes closed… when I’m up high,” Rodney explained frantically.

“You’re alright. I’ve got you, I won’t let you fall, now close your eyes.”

John heard a click when Rodney swallowed, then Rodney nodded slightly. “Okay,” he said.

“We’re on Atlantis,” John whispered, his lips against Rodney’s ear. “We’re safe in your room, just the two of us.”

Rodney’s muscles loosened a bit and John began circling his fingers again, pushing in slowly.

“You’re leaning against the wall,” John continued. “We’re standing on the nice, solid floor.”

Rodney loosened even more.

“I’m going to add a third finger now.”

“No,” Rodney breathed. “That’s too much.”

“It’ll be okay, Rodney. Trust me.”

“I do,” Rodney sighed.

“Good.” John pulled his fingers out to the first knuckle and pressed a third one in.

Rodney hissed and grunted.

“It’s okay,” John said and stopped moving his fingers. “Tell me when you’re ready.” He remained completely motionless, except for the fingers kneading Rodney’s tight shoulder, even when the muscles around his fingers stopped squeezing.

“Okay,” Rodney breathed after another moment. “I’m ready.”

John pushed the fingers in slowly, pressing out against the muscles and he slid forward. He decided to show Rodney that there was pleasure to be had in their current position, and the tip of his middle finger grazed Rodney’s prostate.

Rodney grunted and bucked forward, hugging the tree tighter.

“Fuck,” he spat surprised. “What the hell did you do?” he asked.

“That was your prostate,” John told him. “Do you want me to do that again?”

“Yeah,” Rodney breathed, “Please.”

John repeated the action and felt Rodney shiver. “Do you like that?” he asked seductively.

“Yes,” Rodney sighed. “Do it again.”

John did, and Rodney moaned, the sound vibrated against John’s chest.

“Think you’re ready?” John asked.

“I don’t know,” Rodney replied honestly.

“I’ll go slow,” John promised. He slowly pulled his fingers out of Rodney, and he couldn’t suppress the smile when Rodney groaned at the emptiness.

John carefully leaned down and retrieved the lube from his pants pocket where he’d stored it. He popped the cap and squeezed a generous amount onto his palm. He chucked the tube harder than necessary at the gaggle of people below them and bit his lip to hold in the laugh when one man slapped a hand over his eye.

To get his mind back in the right place, he closed his eyes as he lubed up his cock, and imagined that it was Rodney’s hand instead of his own. He breathed out a moan and gently stroked his aching erection.

“John,” Rodney spoke, drawing John back to the task at hand. He pulled his hand away from his dick and placed it on Rodney’s hip, his other hand on the opposite hip. He lined up, then took his lube slicked hand off Rodney’s hip and used it to run the head of his dick up and down the crack of Rodney’s ass.

Rodney made a small whimpering sound and pressed his hips back into John.

“Okay,” John said and pressed the head of his dick against Rodney’s hole. He bit his lip and groaned when he pushed the head in.

Rodney gasped quietly and John could tell by his breathing that he was fighting to keep from tightening up.

“Alright,” John soothed and gently began rolling his hips forward just a little, enough to keep the head sliding against the ring of muscle. “One smooth long push now, think about Atlantis,” John said as he began slowly pushing in. “We’re against the wall and I’m pushing my dick in your ass, Rodney. We’re all alone, just you and me. I’m filling you up, in your room.”

It took everything John had to talk calmly and not come as he pushed into Rodney. His ass was so tight, squeezing John’s dick. The dick that had been going semi-hard at the mere mention of Rodney’s name for years.

When John’s hips were pressed against Rodney’s ass, he moved both hands back to Rodney’s hips and leaned again him, resting his lips against the back of Rodney’s neck. He was breathing heavily at the effort to keep from coming, and he groaned long and low against Rodney’s neck.

“John,” Rodney spoke his name again.

“Mm?” John hummed.

“Are you okay?”

John wanted to laugh at the irony of it. He was taking Rodney’s virginity, and Rodney was asking him if he was okay. But he knew if he deviated from concentrating for even a moment, he’d come, and while he wanted this peep show to be over and moved into more private areas, he wasn’t quite ready just yet.

“I just...” He hissed in a breath and groaned. “I just need a minute,” the words were rushed and breathy.

“Okay,” Rodney said. “We’re in Atlantis… we’re in Atlantis… we’re in Atlantis…” he began whispering the words in the rhythm of the chanting from below.

“We’re in Atlantis… we’re in Atlantis… we’re in Atlantis…” John joined him and felt some of his control return. He groaned when he slowly pulled back and then pushed forward just as slowly.

Rodney grunted out a sigh and pulled himself closer to the tree as if trying to get away from John.

John pushed in and pulled out just as slowly several more times. The sound of the chanting villagers was drowned out by the sound of his blood rushed in his ears.

“Oh,” John grunted and hissed in another breath as he pushed into Rodney’s body. “This is good, Rodney,” he whispered. “You’re good. I can’t…” he sighed out a deep breath, “… I can’t believe I’m… finally doing this. After all those years of dreaming, and hoping and lusting, I have you, Rodney. I’m not letting you go.”

Rodney sighed and thrust forward when John’s dick touched that magical place again.

“Oh fuck,” Rodney grunted. His breathing was just as fast as John’s now and each of John’s slow thrusts was met by a moan from Rodney. “John,” Rodney said breathily. “I had no idea… You… UH,” He grunted when John poked his prostate again. “Oh shit,” Rodney said, “I think… I might… I’m gonna…”

John grunted harshly when Rodney’s ass tightened on him. He groaned his relief as he came heavily in Rodney’s body.

“Oh, ew, ay!” Came from below them. “Damn McKay,” Ronon was saying.

John leaned against Rodney’s back and tried to catch his breath. “Damn, Rodney,” he said between heaving breaths. “I didn’t… think… I’d last… long enough for you to… come first.”

Rodney moaned softly from his spot between John and the tree trunk.

“John,” Rodney asked.

“Yeah?” John returned.

“Um… barks a little rough.”

“Oh!” John said and leaned off of Rodney. “Sorry about that,” he said and slowly pulled out with a groan.

“Looks like the villagers got what they wanted,” Ronon’s deep voice said.

John looked down to see that the crowed had already thinned quite a bit.

“Good,” he said and pulled up his pants. “Let’s get the hell off this planet.”

~*~

Rodney had been fairly quiet on the walk back to the gate, of course John hadn’t expected him to say much, it was a bit of a walk and he’d just lost his virginity. John thought if the positions were reversed, he wouldn’t be too chatty either.

The problem was, Rodney had disappeared into his room right after the debriefing and no one had seen any sign of him since, not even in the mess.

John had given Rodney three days to deal with what had happened on his own, and now he was going to go talk to him, for better or for worse. He was on his way toward the door when the chime rang. He opened the door and found Rodney on the other side.

“Hey,” John greeted him.

“Hey,” Rodney replied. “Can I come in?”

“Of course,” John said and stepped out of the way.

“So,” Rodney began after the door had closed behind him. “I was thinking, you know… about what I said before…”

John closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Right,” he sighed. “I figured you were.”

“Well, I was wondering… when we could get to the more private stuff.”

John perked up and cocked his head at Rodney.

“I told you I wasn’t fucking with you, John. I really do want to be with you. Although, since we started with the hard stuff, how about we move onto something easy?”

John smiled and nodded. “Sounds good, what’d you have in mind?”

Rodney shrugged. “I thought, a kiss might be nice.”

John smiled again and stepped toward Rodney. He put his hands on Rodney’s shoulders and pulled him close.

John looked into Rodney’s eyes and saw nothing but truth, and he’d always been able to read Rodney’s eyes. He wrapped his arms loosely around Rodney’s shoulders and touched their lips together.

FIN

Another skipped Sex on the Fly fic :(

a_dethiel@sbcglobal.net — Fri, 19 Jun 2009 02:40:26 GMT

I'm sorry about skipping todays story, interrogation room. Today was one crazy minute after another and I haven't had time to sit at the computer until just now!
I usually sit and write long hand on my lunch break... but even that was crazy today.

I WILL post the story, more than likely at the end when I post Jumper Bay.
I'm going to try not to miss any more... but I can't make any promises :)

I'm hoping to get ahead this weekend... at least by one story... but hopefully 2!!