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iliaTitle: masochistic, interested, teasing and going to hell
Fandom: SGA
Characters/Pairing: John Sheppard, Rodney McKay. slash hints.
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Very late response for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mecurtin who wanted a continuation to the SGA/Smallville fusion. Hope it delivers.
Summary: Four snapshots of their fledgling acquaintance.
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John had been out of control, according to his father. 'Why can't you be more like your brother?' was a refrain John had long since tired of hearing. Just because he liked sex (as often and as varied as possible), wasn't averse to experimenting with to recreational drugs, and had a bit of a hard on for obscenely fast cars didn't mean he was out of control. It just meant he knew how to have fun.
It certainly didn't warrant being exiled to the middle of BumFuck, Nowhere.
And surely none of his "sins" were heinous enough that he deserved almost drowning, trapped in his car after skidding off that fucking bridge.
Putting Rodney McKay in his path, though? That was just cruel and unusual punishment.
He was masochistic enough to like it.
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Rodney McKay looked skeptical and sarcastic and more than a little dismissive as John offered him the keys to the monster of a truck he'd meant as a 'thank you' gift.
No one other than his father had ever looked at him like that.
"First of all, what ever gave you the idea that I would want a car? Sure, all the morons my age think they're synonymous with freedom but all they do is force you to be responsible and pay for insurance and gas and not endanger the lives of others with reckless driving," he said pointedly. "Secondly, if this is supposed to be some sort of fair exchange for services rendered...you don't put a very high price on your life, do you?" And he sounded like he pitied John. John who was rich and had never wanted for anything in his life.
And no one had ever refused him.
Interesting.
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"I shouldn't even be hanging out with you," Rodney commented in the middle of their discussion.
John forced himself not to freeze or tense but he couldn't help the sharp, brittle smirk he felt curving his lips. "Too disreputable for your innocent tastes?"
Rodney snorted and rolled his eyes. "You don't even have a Masters! It's more galling because you actually have a modicum of intelligence, but you're so lazy," he pronounced the word with such disgust, as if it were a cardinal sin.
John relaxed, his smirk became teasing. "Is that all? Easily fixed. Where should I buy an M.A. from, Rodney? MIT? Harvard?"
Rodney's outraged cries were drowned out by John's laughter.
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John could recognize how pathetic it was that his only friend was a genius, snarky, hishchool student who couldn't stop geeking out about physics, music, sci-fi, and the utter perfection of Sam Carter.
It was exponentially more degrading to realize that he was selfish with the affections of a seventeen year old.
He'd feel a little dirty if he weren't such a bastard and Rodney weren't so goddamned cute.
Fandom: SGA
Characters/Pairing: John Sheppard, Rodney McKay. slash hints.
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Very late response for
mecurtin who wanted a continuation to the SGA/Smallville fusion. Hope it delivers.Summary: Four snapshots of their fledgling acquaintance.
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John had been out of control, according to his father. 'Why can't you be more like your brother?' was a refrain John had long since tired of hearing. Just because he liked sex (as often and as varied as possible), wasn't averse to experimenting with to recreational drugs, and had a bit of a hard on for obscenely fast cars didn't mean he was out of control. It just meant he knew how to have fun.
It certainly didn't warrant being exiled to the middle of BumFuck, Nowhere.
And surely none of his "sins" were heinous enough that he deserved almost drowning, trapped in his car after skidding off that fucking bridge.
Putting Rodney McKay in his path, though? That was just cruel and unusual punishment.
He was masochistic enough to like it.
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Rodney McKay looked skeptical and sarcastic and more than a little dismissive as John offered him the keys to the monster of a truck he'd meant as a 'thank you' gift.
No one other than his father had ever looked at him like that.
"First of all, what ever gave you the idea that I would want a car? Sure, all the morons my age think they're synonymous with freedom but all they do is force you to be responsible and pay for insurance and gas and not endanger the lives of others with reckless driving," he said pointedly. "Secondly, if this is supposed to be some sort of fair exchange for services rendered...you don't put a very high price on your life, do you?" And he sounded like he pitied John. John who was rich and had never wanted for anything in his life.
And no one had ever refused him.
Interesting.
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"I shouldn't even be hanging out with you," Rodney commented in the middle of their discussion.
John forced himself not to freeze or tense but he couldn't help the sharp, brittle smirk he felt curving his lips. "Too disreputable for your innocent tastes?"
Rodney snorted and rolled his eyes. "You don't even have a Masters! It's more galling because you actually have a modicum of intelligence, but you're so lazy," he pronounced the word with such disgust, as if it were a cardinal sin.
John relaxed, his smirk became teasing. "Is that all? Easily fixed. Where should I buy an M.A. from, Rodney? MIT? Harvard?"
Rodney's outraged cries were drowned out by John's laughter.
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John could recognize how pathetic it was that his only friend was a genius, snarky, hishchool student who couldn't stop geeking out about physics, music, sci-fi, and the utter perfection of Sam Carter.
It was exponentially more degrading to realize that he was selfish with the affections of a seventeen year old.
He'd feel a little dirty if he weren't such a bastard and Rodney weren't so goddamned cute.
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Date: 2008-11-28 11:52 pm (UTC)Making Rodney be Clark is wow, unexpected -- I would have done the equivalence the other way -- and so I really really want to see more! More!
Thank you very much.
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Date: 2008-11-29 11:33 pm (UTC)The characterization of John is a little hard to buy
Well, I figure that John is a little purposeless because his father has thwarted all of his plans for the things he wants to do because they're no ambitious or proper. I mean, learning to fly? He can just pay some guy to fly his Learjet for him! Why would John need to do anything but learn how to manage the company and makes lots of money? And John hates it. And his father (no where as evil and Lionel, I assure you, just very controlling) thinks that finding his son smoking pot is a big no no. Very bad for public image. John isn't exactly doing lines of coke off a hooker's stomach or anything, his Dad's just very traditional.
And the sex? Well, John's young and he won't say no when he's jumped by an attractive person. And considering that he's hot and rich? Lots of jumping. He's gotten used to lovin' and leavin' 'em because he's not interested in being someone's bank account.
I really think that a lot of what we get for SGA Sheppard is shaped by his time in the Air Force, his time on combat. It's something that a young, pampered <25 wouldn't necessarily have. John would have become very jaded, I think, surrounded by the type of people that his wealth attracts.
And Rodney wouldn't fit Lex as well because of his genius. He'd find a purpose, throw himself into research and development, be giddy that he can spend Daddy's money to fund his toys. And he definitely wouldn't be speeding or doing drugs, for fear of what damage it might cause his intellect. Rodney wouldn't development the same issues as Lex (the whole, 'I don't want to be my father' thing) which John seems more inclined to.
And *looks up* yeah. *sheepish*
I'm glad you liked it!
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Date: 2008-12-07 12:39 am (UTC)COOL!
More, please...
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Date: 2008-12-07 07:02 am (UTC)*whines* It was really hard.