Word #141

May. 31st, 2010 09:58 pm
[identity profile] katiefoolery.livejournal.com in [community profile] 15_minute_fic
Here's your word for the week!

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Today's word is: morning

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on 2010-06-01 11:25 am (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] mirror-mirrin.livejournal.com
Title: Mornings
Fandom: SGA
Characters: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay
Rating: PG
Word count: 255


Sometimes, John hated mornings, he really did. Mornings meant getting up and leaving the warm cocoon of his blankets. Mornings meant putting on his Lt Colonel John Sheppard mask and shouldering the responsibilities that came along with being the military commander in charge of all 403 expedition members.

On Tuesday, March 23rd 2010, John decided he really hated mornings. He had to attend a joint funeral service for SGA-4, who had been doing a geological survey on P3X-452 when a volcano had erupted. When they were late for their scheduled check-in, SGA-1 had taken a puddlejumper through the gate and scanned the area for the missing team. They had seen what looked like a veritable sea of lava below them and absolutely no life signs whatsoever, human or otherwise. With McKay bitching at him about how the heat from lava below them was taxing the shields on the ‘jumper, John dialed Atlantis with a heavy heart. That had been yesterday morning.

On Sunday, May 30th 2010, John decided he might just have to change his opinion about mornings. He awoke to Rodney McKay flush against his chest, his baby-fine hair tickling John’s nose. John pressed a kiss against the soft spot behind Rodney’s ear. Twisting in his arms, Rodney blinked sleepily at John and said “Morning, John.”

Yes, John decided as he said his good morning against Rodney’s lips even as Rodney’s hands moved to say good morning to other parts of him that were more awake, sometimes, mornings were a good thing after all.

on 2010-06-05 06:44 am (UTC)

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