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SLASH FIC: Moving On 2/? [SGA/Foxtrot]
Title: Moving On
Author: Feygan
Fandoms: SGA/Foxtrot
Pairing: Rodney/Jason
Rated: NC-17/MA/FR21
Disclaimer: I do not own Stargate Atlantis or the Foxtrot comics.
Contact: feygan@gmail.com
LiveJournal: http://feygan.livejournal.com
Home: http://www.darkgesture.com/fanfiction.htm
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Summary: Jason Fox makes an appearance in the Stargate universe, and Rodney gets over his unrequited feelings just as they might have become requited.
It took John a couple of days to realize what--or rather who--he had been subconsciously missing.
It was kind of strange how it hit too.
One day he just turned his head to make a snarky comment and there was no one there.
Somehow he had become used to having Rodney as his personal shadow. The scientist was always just there, lurking around at his shoulder in his free time, ready with a witty observation or a whining complaint whenever John was ready to listen.
It was only when he knew Rodney wasn't there that John realized how much he had taken his friend for granted.
Rodney McKay could be loud and annoying and completely 'in your face.' But few people ever say the other side of him, the quiet side that could trail along after a person never saying a word, just kind of gobbling up attention when it came his way.
It had taken John a few weeks, but he had realized that part of the reason Rodney was so loud and his presence was so big was because a part of him was always afraid of being forgotten. It was like if he didn't make enough noise for ten people, then he would fade so far into the background that he would disappear completely. He needed other people to make him real.
John had figured that out about the scientist, yet had still allowed himself to become so used to the man's presence that he hadn't even realized he wasn't there. Not until he wanted to use him to bounce his wit off of.
"Sir?"
John snapped back to reality at Major Lorne's quiet inquiry. "Sorry, sorry, my mind drifted for a moment."
"Yes, sir." Lorne was looking at him questioningly, probably wondering if he had quietly lost it.
"Have you seen McKay?" he asked. "There's a few things I need to go over with him."
Lorne gestured over his shoulder. "The last I saw of him, he was heading into the mess hall."
"Great," John said distractedly, mentally already gone. "Look, I'll see you later, okay?"
"Yes, sir." And John didn't even notice the disapproving note in his voice, already jogging down the corridor.
John dodged around several marines, acknowledging them with a too-casual wave and a "Hey."
He knew that some of the new group had serious doubts about his qualifications for command because he wasn't a stickler for the rules, but he couldn't find it in him to care. He got the job done and that was all that mattered.
Opening the door to the mess hall he felt a smile break out on his face when he saw Rodney with a tray of food in front of him along with a laptop. His scientist looked well-rested for once and had the things that made him happiest around him--work and food.
The smile disappeared when John saw that Rodney wasn't alone. And when he got a good look at the man sitting with him...
He couldn't really name the emotion that went through him, and US military policy being what it was, he really didn't dare.
Whatever the emotion, he was anything but happy to see Rodney sitting with an incredibly attractive young man. Especially one who was obviously part of the science squad and could thus probably keep up with half the sciencey Rodney-babble that John just couldn't quite pick up on no matter how hard he tried.
Without quite knowing how he got there, he suddenly found himself standing next to Rodney's table, the intervening space just disappearing.
"Hey Rodney," he said, pasting on a friendly smile.
Rodney broke off from whatever he was babbling about to glance up at him. "Colonel," he said, raising an eye brow questioningly.
John ignored the mildly annoyed tone. "I just wanted to check up on you and make sure you were doing all right after that whole, er, Kerplutsky thing."
Rodney snorted. "They were Kervetskians. And I'm fine."
"Well," John shifted a little awkwardly, "I was just checking. And who are you?" he asked, turning to look at the other man.
The guy grinned, a sickeningly attractive expression. John had to fight the sudden urge to smack the smile off his face. "I'm Jason Fox. And you?"
"Lieutenant Colonel John Sheppard. I'm the military commander around here." And you better watch your step, went largely unsaid.
"Oh, well in that case I'm Dr. Jason Fox." That grin didn't slip a bit, though John was sure it couldn't be real. No one could ever be that personable all the time. No one.
"That's nice," John said. "So, do you know Rodney from before?" Before me?
Jason glanced at Rodney, then looked at John to shake his head. "No, we just met like half an hour ago."
John felt a sinking in his stomach. He had known Rodney for over a year, yet this guy just came and suddenly it was almost like they were best friends. "Well, it's good Rodney's getting along so well with the new personnel."
"Yes, isn't it. Oh, and Rodney's sitting right here," Rodney ground out.
John shot Rodney a guilty look. "Sorry."
"Yes, you are, Colonel. Why don't you go back to doing whatever it is you do with your time?"
There had been times when Rodney hadn't been exactly pleased with him, but he had seldom been on the receiving end of this particular look.
The man looking at him out of such unfriendly blue eyes was not Rodney, but the formidable Dr. McKay. A person John didn't really like.
"Fine," he said quietly. "I can see that you're all right and there really are some things I could be doing. See you later." He turned on his heel and stalked toward the door, feeling a terrible emptiness well up inside.
For over a year he had had Rodney at his beck and call and had become so used to his presence that he had never even imagined a time when he would turn around and Rodney wouldn't be there.
Without his even knowing it, Rodney had turned away from him and was already in the process of moving on.
John cursed himself for not realizing what he had had without knowing it. Who he could have had if he hadn't been so blindly stupid.
Forcing his spine straight, he walked down the corridor as if he didn't feel like he had just been stabbed in the gut and was slowly bleeding out.
If he just pretended that everything was all right, normal, maybe it would be. Rodney would go back to following him around with puppyish adoration, and that too-blond pretty boy would just be a nightmare his mind had cooked up. Everything would go back to being good again and he would make sure to take his chance with Rodney.
Yeah right.
TBC...
next part Jason
Author: Feygan
Fandoms: SGA/Foxtrot
Pairing: Rodney/Jason
Rated: NC-17/MA/FR21
Disclaimer: I do not own Stargate Atlantis or the Foxtrot comics.
Contact: feygan@gmail.com
LiveJournal: http://feygan.livejournal.com
Home: http://www.darkgesture.com/fanfiction.htm
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Summary: Jason Fox makes an appearance in the Stargate universe, and Rodney gets over his unrequited feelings just as they might have become requited.
It took John a couple of days to realize what--or rather who--he had been subconsciously missing.
It was kind of strange how it hit too.
One day he just turned his head to make a snarky comment and there was no one there.
Somehow he had become used to having Rodney as his personal shadow. The scientist was always just there, lurking around at his shoulder in his free time, ready with a witty observation or a whining complaint whenever John was ready to listen.
It was only when he knew Rodney wasn't there that John realized how much he had taken his friend for granted.
Rodney McKay could be loud and annoying and completely 'in your face.' But few people ever say the other side of him, the quiet side that could trail along after a person never saying a word, just kind of gobbling up attention when it came his way.
It had taken John a few weeks, but he had realized that part of the reason Rodney was so loud and his presence was so big was because a part of him was always afraid of being forgotten. It was like if he didn't make enough noise for ten people, then he would fade so far into the background that he would disappear completely. He needed other people to make him real.
John had figured that out about the scientist, yet had still allowed himself to become so used to the man's presence that he hadn't even realized he wasn't there. Not until he wanted to use him to bounce his wit off of.
"Sir?"
John snapped back to reality at Major Lorne's quiet inquiry. "Sorry, sorry, my mind drifted for a moment."
"Yes, sir." Lorne was looking at him questioningly, probably wondering if he had quietly lost it.
"Have you seen McKay?" he asked. "There's a few things I need to go over with him."
Lorne gestured over his shoulder. "The last I saw of him, he was heading into the mess hall."
"Great," John said distractedly, mentally already gone. "Look, I'll see you later, okay?"
"Yes, sir." And John didn't even notice the disapproving note in his voice, already jogging down the corridor.
John dodged around several marines, acknowledging them with a too-casual wave and a "Hey."
He knew that some of the new group had serious doubts about his qualifications for command because he wasn't a stickler for the rules, but he couldn't find it in him to care. He got the job done and that was all that mattered.
Opening the door to the mess hall he felt a smile break out on his face when he saw Rodney with a tray of food in front of him along with a laptop. His scientist looked well-rested for once and had the things that made him happiest around him--work and food.
The smile disappeared when John saw that Rodney wasn't alone. And when he got a good look at the man sitting with him...
He couldn't really name the emotion that went through him, and US military policy being what it was, he really didn't dare.
Whatever the emotion, he was anything but happy to see Rodney sitting with an incredibly attractive young man. Especially one who was obviously part of the science squad and could thus probably keep up with half the sciencey Rodney-babble that John just couldn't quite pick up on no matter how hard he tried.
Without quite knowing how he got there, he suddenly found himself standing next to Rodney's table, the intervening space just disappearing.
"Hey Rodney," he said, pasting on a friendly smile.
Rodney broke off from whatever he was babbling about to glance up at him. "Colonel," he said, raising an eye brow questioningly.
John ignored the mildly annoyed tone. "I just wanted to check up on you and make sure you were doing all right after that whole, er, Kerplutsky thing."
Rodney snorted. "They were Kervetskians. And I'm fine."
"Well," John shifted a little awkwardly, "I was just checking. And who are you?" he asked, turning to look at the other man.
The guy grinned, a sickeningly attractive expression. John had to fight the sudden urge to smack the smile off his face. "I'm Jason Fox. And you?"
"Lieutenant Colonel John Sheppard. I'm the military commander around here." And you better watch your step, went largely unsaid.
"Oh, well in that case I'm Dr. Jason Fox." That grin didn't slip a bit, though John was sure it couldn't be real. No one could ever be that personable all the time. No one.
"That's nice," John said. "So, do you know Rodney from before?" Before me?
Jason glanced at Rodney, then looked at John to shake his head. "No, we just met like half an hour ago."
John felt a sinking in his stomach. He had known Rodney for over a year, yet this guy just came and suddenly it was almost like they were best friends. "Well, it's good Rodney's getting along so well with the new personnel."
"Yes, isn't it. Oh, and Rodney's sitting right here," Rodney ground out.
John shot Rodney a guilty look. "Sorry."
"Yes, you are, Colonel. Why don't you go back to doing whatever it is you do with your time?"
There had been times when Rodney hadn't been exactly pleased with him, but he had seldom been on the receiving end of this particular look.
The man looking at him out of such unfriendly blue eyes was not Rodney, but the formidable Dr. McKay. A person John didn't really like.
"Fine," he said quietly. "I can see that you're all right and there really are some things I could be doing. See you later." He turned on his heel and stalked toward the door, feeling a terrible emptiness well up inside.
For over a year he had had Rodney at his beck and call and had become so used to his presence that he had never even imagined a time when he would turn around and Rodney wouldn't be there.
Without his even knowing it, Rodney had turned away from him and was already in the process of moving on.
John cursed himself for not realizing what he had had without knowing it. Who he could have had if he hadn't been so blindly stupid.
Forcing his spine straight, he walked down the corridor as if he didn't feel like he had just been stabbed in the gut and was slowly bleeding out.
If he just pretended that everything was all right, normal, maybe it would be. Rodney would go back to following him around with puppyish adoration, and that too-blond pretty boy would just be a nightmare his mind had cooked up. Everything would go back to being good again and he would make sure to take his chance with Rodney.
Yeah right.
TBC...
next part Jason