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Title//Criminally Idiotic
Author//Kyrieane
Series//The Flyboy and the Physicist
Characters//John/Rodney
Fandom//Stargate Atlantis
Rating//Still General!
Summary//Written for the slashthedrabble challenge ‘Crime and Punishment’
Disclaimer//Not mine, if they were do you think you would be getting all the juicy details?
“You know, there’s stupid, and then there is criminally idiotic.” Rodney tried to pace, he really did, but found it slightly difficult to affect any kind of air of superiority with crutches and a blue pressure cast wrapped around his leg.
John really tried to affect a disinterested air, he really did, but found it difficult to ignore Rodney with a blue pressure cast around his leg and insanely waving crutches. “I assume you’re going to let me in on my ‘criminally idiotic’ action, right?”
Rodney snorted something, and then stopped his pacing at the foot of John’s bed. “You talked in your drug-induced sleep. Trust me when I say that at the first sign of you turning into a Wraith, I’m first in line to shoot you. Stop it, you look like a trout.”
John snapped his mouth shut, letting his eyes do all the boggling.
“Stupidity on that level really should be punishable in a court of law, but in your case, because I like you on top of everything else, I’m going to lessen your sentence.” And Rodney really did look like a pompous ass when he stuck his nose in the air like that.
“Oh, gee, thanks for your mercy.” John decided snark was his best defense, “What, a hundred hours community service in the form of blow jobs?”
“Do you honestly think blow jobs will make up for what you did to me? Get real.” For just a brief moment, John could see a wealth of pain reflected in Rodney’s eyes, and then it was masked by more familiar disdain. “I haven’t decided yet. But rest assured, Colonel, the punishment will fit the crime.”
John thought that it was really unfair of Rodney to leave at that point, alone with his thoughts and pinned to the bed.
Author//Kyrieane
Series//The Flyboy and the Physicist
Characters//John/Rodney
Fandom//Stargate Atlantis
Rating//Still General!
Summary//Written for the slashthedrabble challenge ‘Crime and Punishment’
Disclaimer//Not mine, if they were do you think you would be getting all the juicy details?
“You know, there’s stupid, and then there is criminally idiotic.” Rodney tried to pace, he really did, but found it slightly difficult to affect any kind of air of superiority with crutches and a blue pressure cast wrapped around his leg.
John really tried to affect a disinterested air, he really did, but found it difficult to ignore Rodney with a blue pressure cast around his leg and insanely waving crutches. “I assume you’re going to let me in on my ‘criminally idiotic’ action, right?”
Rodney snorted something, and then stopped his pacing at the foot of John’s bed. “You talked in your drug-induced sleep. Trust me when I say that at the first sign of you turning into a Wraith, I’m first in line to shoot you. Stop it, you look like a trout.”
John snapped his mouth shut, letting his eyes do all the boggling.
“Stupidity on that level really should be punishable in a court of law, but in your case, because I like you on top of everything else, I’m going to lessen your sentence.” And Rodney really did look like a pompous ass when he stuck his nose in the air like that.
“Oh, gee, thanks for your mercy.” John decided snark was his best defense, “What, a hundred hours community service in the form of blow jobs?”
“Do you honestly think blow jobs will make up for what you did to me? Get real.” For just a brief moment, John could see a wealth of pain reflected in Rodney’s eyes, and then it was masked by more familiar disdain. “I haven’t decided yet. But rest assured, Colonel, the punishment will fit the crime.”
John thought that it was really unfair of Rodney to leave at that point, alone with his thoughts and pinned to the bed.
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