Yeah, those Sheppards, ey? Also, a little addendum for you b/c you wanted some McShep: What Rodney Was Doing:
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Jeannie knows there's something wrong. Mer had gone silent right in the middle of his rant, simply listening to whomever was speaking on the other side of the phone call. He'd rushed up to the guest bedroom, grabbed his laptop and whatever change of clothing he could manage to stuff in a small knapsack and started barking out orders.
"I'll be there, I'm leaving right now. I swear to whatever insignificant Gods you worship, if you let anything--" he swore violently, furiously jamming the phone in his pocket. "Hung up on me, that fucking bastard!"
"Mer?" Jeannie questioned worriedly, wondering what the hell aliens were planning to mess up the holidays.
"Jeannie! Great. I need you to drive me to the airport. John's sick and his idiot brother took him to some hospital in Jersey. By the time I'm at the mountain he'll be there too." He babbled as he herded her downstairs.
"Sick? Mer, it's the holidays!" Jeannie protested.
"It's John," was the only thing Mer said, intent and cartain.
Oh, Jeannie thought. In retrospective it made perfect sense.
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Yeah, those Sheppards, ey? Also, a little addendum for you b/c you wanted some McShep: What Rodney Was Doing:
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Jeannie knows there's something wrong. Mer had gone silent right in the middle of his rant, simply listening to whomever was speaking on the other side of the phone call. He'd rushed up to the guest bedroom, grabbed his laptop and whatever change of clothing he could manage to stuff in a small knapsack and started barking out orders.
"I'll be there, I'm leaving right now. I swear to whatever insignificant Gods you worship, if you let anything--" he swore violently, furiously jamming the phone in his pocket. "Hung up on me, that fucking bastard!"
"Mer?" Jeannie questioned worriedly, wondering what the hell aliens were planning to mess up the holidays.
"Jeannie! Great. I need you to drive me to the airport. John's sick and his idiot brother took him to some hospital in Jersey. By the time I'm at the mountain he'll be there too." He babbled as he herded her downstairs.
"Sick? Mer, it's the holidays!" Jeannie protested.
"It's John," was the only thing Mer said, intent and cartain.
Oh, Jeannie thought. In retrospective it made perfect sense.
She grabbed her car keys.