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SLASH FIC: Moving On 1/? [SGA/Foxtrot]
Title: Moving On
Author: Feygan
Fandoms: SGA/Foxtrot
Pairing: Rodney/Jason
Rated: FR21
Spoilers: passing mention of Trinity
Disclaimer: I do not own Stargate Atlantis or the Foxtrot comics.
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.
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He was in the mess hall going over lab reports while he ate when one of the new scientists came in. Yet another unfamiliar face walking the halls of Atlantis in disturbing living color.
Rodney was all set to give the guy a glare, but it faded away when he got his first real look at him. In point of fact, his mouth went a little slack and there may have been some drool.
Yellow blond hair in an untidy mop that was more high school boy than professional academic. Bright blue eyes and thin framed glasses. Incredibly smooth, fair skin that screamed of a complexion blessedly free of acne and other skin problems. A fine-featured face that was more pretty than handsome with a pink-lipped mouth that already seemed heavily kissed.
Rodney couldn't help taking that face in piece by piece because otherwise he would have been blinded by the whole. No one should be that good-looking.
And the fact that he was wearing highly unregulation jeans and a blue tee shirt that said "Insert funny saying here (yes, I am that lazy") only made the whole package more appealing.
Lean hips encased in denim, and an incredibly soft-looking short-sleeved short-sleeved tee shirt that hugged him like a second skin. Long-fingered hands that looked like heaven with ten digits. Cock-sucking mouth and large blue eyes that would beg for more, more, as he was fucked hard into the mattress. And...
Rodney forced a hard blink and a return to reality.
Someone that incredibly attractive had to be a complete asshole. It was one of the immutable laws of the universe.
The guy was now standing next to his table, a friendly smile lightening his face. "Hey, my name's Jason Fox. How ya doin'?"
Rodney tried a glare but knew it fell a little flat in the face of such unwavering cheerfulness. "Dr. Rodney McKay, PhD astrophysics and applied mechanical engineering."
"Cool. Me too!" the guy said enthusiastically.
"Great."
Without waiting for permission, Jason sat down across from him. "So, what's fun to do around here?"
"What do you mean?" Rodney asked, privately sure he had just been saddled with another worthless dead weight on his science team. The guy probably got the job by being so pretty.
On the first trip back to Earth Rodney had been able to choose his own replacement personnel. Since then, he had had several people foisted off on him. Someone who knew someone, or someone the higher ups wanted out of touch for awhile. Either way, he had to deal with their worthlessness and try to keep them out of the way while the real work was done.
"I'm kind of an insomniac and a workaholic, which is why the base psychiatrist posted a note on my file saying I have to spend a minimum of four hours a week doing non-work fun things. The dumbass couldn't understand that for me, work is fun." Jason sighed heavily and propped his chin on his hands. "So I have to find something to do now, so when I really start work, I don't have to waste time then."
Rodney couldn't help the quirk of his lips. "That doesn't really make a world of sense."
"It seldom does. Psychiatrists are crazy."
Rodney laughed. "Don't let Heightmeyer hear you."
"So... how's the food in this place? Better than at Test Site Alpha or Area 51?" Jason asked.
"You were at Area 51? When?" Rodney couldn't believe it. He would have remembered seeing someone that pretty running around.
"I was only there for a year and a half before I was tapped for this project." He laughed a little. "My family thinks I'm studying radar telemetry for the government. My brother Peter would die if he knew where I was."
"Why?" Rodney asked.
"Because he's in the Air Force. He signed up to see the world. Plus, he always loved driving fast."
"Your brother, is he older or younger than you?" Rodney asked, curious despite himself.
"He's six years older than me. He's a major."
Rodney felt a spark of some warmth go through him. Some part of him would probably always associate the military rank of major with John Sheppard and their odd friendship.
"Where is he stationed?" Rodney asked.
Jason shrugged like he didn't care, though there was a momentary burn of worry in his eyes. "Don't know. His posting is classified."
"I would think you have more than enough clearance for that information."
"Except I didn't have a chance to use it for that before I was shipped off aboard the Daedalus. I barely had time to throw clothes in a bag much less do anything else. Though I did manage to call my mother and let her know I would be out of reach for awhile. She warned me not to work too hard and to eat some food that had more than just sugar in it." Jason laughed a little. "She's so funny sometimes."
"Is she blond too?" Rodney blurted out.
Jason gave him a weird look for a second, then laughed. "Actually, yes she is. My dad and my brother have brown hair, and my sister's blond, but it's more brown than mine and my mother's. I guess I look the most like her."
She must be beautiful, Rodney thought, though thankfully he managed not to say it out loud. "Huh," he said.
Jason smiled at him, a warm expression that Rodney really didn't know how to deal with.
"Well," Jason stood up, "it was really nice meeting you."
"Where are you going?" Rodney couldn't help asking.
Jason grinned. "To work, of course."
"You haven't even attended your first science meeting," because I would have seen you there, "so you can't have anything assigned. What are you going to do?"
"I brought some stuff with me on my computer," Jason said. "You know, for 'fun.'"
"What kind of things?"
Jason glanced around, as though making sure no one had crept up on them in the empty mess hall. "I was working on a few side projects while at Area 51. One of the Air Force guys said it would be cool if we had a 'great honkin' space gun,' so I thought 'what the hell,' you know?"
"You're building a space gun?" Rodney shook his head. "Sheppard's gonna love you."
Jason's smile didn't slip an iota. "Who's that?"
"Military leader of Atlantis," Rodney said disbelievingly, wondering how the guy couldn't know about the Colonel.
"Oh," Jason said. "I guess I'll end up meeting him later, since he's kind of important."
"Sure." Rodney nibbled on his imitation cookie, yet another invention of creative military baking-minds. It tasted like heavily sweetened sawdust, but with a kind of bitter aftertaste. "So, how are you coming with the 'space gun?'"
"It's almost done. The specs anyway. I don't know if I'll ever build it since there's always so much more important things to do." Without asking, Jason reached out and broke a piece off one of the cookies still on Rodney's tray.
Rodney knew he should have been raising a big stinky objection, but he couldn't find the words. Not when Jason popped the cookie piece in his mouth, chewing and swallowing, his throat working. Then a pale pink tongue flicked out to capture a tiny, minuscule, probably microscopic bit of crumb off his dusky rose lips.
Rodney couldn't help the image that flashed through his mind of that tongue licking over his cock. That mouth closing around him to suck, suck, SUCK him down. That throat swallowing around him, all undulating, tightening moist heat.
That's enough, he thought firmly. That is e-fucking-nough.
Knowing his face was maybe a little red, he coughed and cleared his throat. "I think I would like to see the plans for your 'space gun.' I have had some experience with weapons of large scale destruction in the past." Though he really tried not to think of that whole deal with the weapon on Setita and how badly it had all gone. Plus, he could still remember the disappointed look on Sheppard's face after that debacle, though a part of him still thought the Colonel didn't really have the right to have been so mad. But that was just an excuse for weakness and he had promised himself he would give those up along with any mistakes. There was no room for weakness in the Pegasus Galaxy.
"Sure, I'd be glad to show you the specs," Jason said. "Maybe you could help me solve the power fluctuation problem."
Rodney smiled a little. "Happy to."
Maybe Jason Fox was just being nice to him because he knew Rodney was his new boss and he wanted an 'in.' But Rodney would take advantage of the undeserved attention for as long as he could.
Because Jason was pretty to look at and it would be good to have some new fantasy material, since Sheppard had somehow managed to slip out of that role. And besides, worse case scenario: Rodney would still have someone to babble science with.
TBC...
Author: Feygan
Fandoms: SGA/Foxtrot
Pairing: Rodney/Jason
Rated: FR21
Spoilers: passing mention of Trinity
Disclaimer: I do not own Stargate Atlantis or the Foxtrot comics.
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.
.
He was in the mess hall going over lab reports while he ate when one of the new scientists came in. Yet another unfamiliar face walking the halls of Atlantis in disturbing living color.
Rodney was all set to give the guy a glare, but it faded away when he got his first real look at him. In point of fact, his mouth went a little slack and there may have been some drool.
Yellow blond hair in an untidy mop that was more high school boy than professional academic. Bright blue eyes and thin framed glasses. Incredibly smooth, fair skin that screamed of a complexion blessedly free of acne and other skin problems. A fine-featured face that was more pretty than handsome with a pink-lipped mouth that already seemed heavily kissed.
Rodney couldn't help taking that face in piece by piece because otherwise he would have been blinded by the whole. No one should be that good-looking.
And the fact that he was wearing highly unregulation jeans and a blue tee shirt that said "Insert funny saying here (yes, I am that lazy") only made the whole package more appealing.
Lean hips encased in denim, and an incredibly soft-looking short-sleeved short-sleeved tee shirt that hugged him like a second skin. Long-fingered hands that looked like heaven with ten digits. Cock-sucking mouth and large blue eyes that would beg for more, more, as he was fucked hard into the mattress. And...
Rodney forced a hard blink and a return to reality.
Someone that incredibly attractive had to be a complete asshole. It was one of the immutable laws of the universe.
The guy was now standing next to his table, a friendly smile lightening his face. "Hey, my name's Jason Fox. How ya doin'?"
Rodney tried a glare but knew it fell a little flat in the face of such unwavering cheerfulness. "Dr. Rodney McKay, PhD astrophysics and applied mechanical engineering."
"Cool. Me too!" the guy said enthusiastically.
"Great."
Without waiting for permission, Jason sat down across from him. "So, what's fun to do around here?"
"What do you mean?" Rodney asked, privately sure he had just been saddled with another worthless dead weight on his science team. The guy probably got the job by being so pretty.
On the first trip back to Earth Rodney had been able to choose his own replacement personnel. Since then, he had had several people foisted off on him. Someone who knew someone, or someone the higher ups wanted out of touch for awhile. Either way, he had to deal with their worthlessness and try to keep them out of the way while the real work was done.
"I'm kind of an insomniac and a workaholic, which is why the base psychiatrist posted a note on my file saying I have to spend a minimum of four hours a week doing non-work fun things. The dumbass couldn't understand that for me, work is fun." Jason sighed heavily and propped his chin on his hands. "So I have to find something to do now, so when I really start work, I don't have to waste time then."
Rodney couldn't help the quirk of his lips. "That doesn't really make a world of sense."
"It seldom does. Psychiatrists are crazy."
Rodney laughed. "Don't let Heightmeyer hear you."
"So... how's the food in this place? Better than at Test Site Alpha or Area 51?" Jason asked.
"You were at Area 51? When?" Rodney couldn't believe it. He would have remembered seeing someone that pretty running around.
"I was only there for a year and a half before I was tapped for this project." He laughed a little. "My family thinks I'm studying radar telemetry for the government. My brother Peter would die if he knew where I was."
"Why?" Rodney asked.
"Because he's in the Air Force. He signed up to see the world. Plus, he always loved driving fast."
"Your brother, is he older or younger than you?" Rodney asked, curious despite himself.
"He's six years older than me. He's a major."
Rodney felt a spark of some warmth go through him. Some part of him would probably always associate the military rank of major with John Sheppard and their odd friendship.
"Where is he stationed?" Rodney asked.
Jason shrugged like he didn't care, though there was a momentary burn of worry in his eyes. "Don't know. His posting is classified."
"I would think you have more than enough clearance for that information."
"Except I didn't have a chance to use it for that before I was shipped off aboard the Daedalus. I barely had time to throw clothes in a bag much less do anything else. Though I did manage to call my mother and let her know I would be out of reach for awhile. She warned me not to work too hard and to eat some food that had more than just sugar in it." Jason laughed a little. "She's so funny sometimes."
"Is she blond too?" Rodney blurted out.
Jason gave him a weird look for a second, then laughed. "Actually, yes she is. My dad and my brother have brown hair, and my sister's blond, but it's more brown than mine and my mother's. I guess I look the most like her."
She must be beautiful, Rodney thought, though thankfully he managed not to say it out loud. "Huh," he said.
Jason smiled at him, a warm expression that Rodney really didn't know how to deal with.
"Well," Jason stood up, "it was really nice meeting you."
"Where are you going?" Rodney couldn't help asking.
Jason grinned. "To work, of course."
"You haven't even attended your first science meeting," because I would have seen you there, "so you can't have anything assigned. What are you going to do?"
"I brought some stuff with me on my computer," Jason said. "You know, for 'fun.'"
"What kind of things?"
Jason glanced around, as though making sure no one had crept up on them in the empty mess hall. "I was working on a few side projects while at Area 51. One of the Air Force guys said it would be cool if we had a 'great honkin' space gun,' so I thought 'what the hell,' you know?"
"You're building a space gun?" Rodney shook his head. "Sheppard's gonna love you."
Jason's smile didn't slip an iota. "Who's that?"
"Military leader of Atlantis," Rodney said disbelievingly, wondering how the guy couldn't know about the Colonel.
"Oh," Jason said. "I guess I'll end up meeting him later, since he's kind of important."
"Sure." Rodney nibbled on his imitation cookie, yet another invention of creative military baking-minds. It tasted like heavily sweetened sawdust, but with a kind of bitter aftertaste. "So, how are you coming with the 'space gun?'"
"It's almost done. The specs anyway. I don't know if I'll ever build it since there's always so much more important things to do." Without asking, Jason reached out and broke a piece off one of the cookies still on Rodney's tray.
Rodney knew he should have been raising a big stinky objection, but he couldn't find the words. Not when Jason popped the cookie piece in his mouth, chewing and swallowing, his throat working. Then a pale pink tongue flicked out to capture a tiny, minuscule, probably microscopic bit of crumb off his dusky rose lips.
Rodney couldn't help the image that flashed through his mind of that tongue licking over his cock. That mouth closing around him to suck, suck, SUCK him down. That throat swallowing around him, all undulating, tightening moist heat.
That's enough, he thought firmly. That is e-fucking-nough.
Knowing his face was maybe a little red, he coughed and cleared his throat. "I think I would like to see the plans for your 'space gun.' I have had some experience with weapons of large scale destruction in the past." Though he really tried not to think of that whole deal with the weapon on Setita and how badly it had all gone. Plus, he could still remember the disappointed look on Sheppard's face after that debacle, though a part of him still thought the Colonel didn't really have the right to have been so mad. But that was just an excuse for weakness and he had promised himself he would give those up along with any mistakes. There was no room for weakness in the Pegasus Galaxy.
"Sure, I'd be glad to show you the specs," Jason said. "Maybe you could help me solve the power fluctuation problem."
Rodney smiled a little. "Happy to."
Maybe Jason Fox was just being nice to him because he knew Rodney was his new boss and he wanted an 'in.' But Rodney would take advantage of the undeserved attention for as long as he could.
Because Jason was pretty to look at and it would be good to have some new fantasy material, since Sheppard had somehow managed to slip out of that role. And besides, worse case scenario: Rodney would still have someone to babble science with.
TBC...