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Nothing seemed real. Midway station was about to self-destruct to prevent the Wraith from gaining a foothold on Earth, and John was... John was dead, and Rodney was the one who had killed him. He could not have survived the venting of the atmosphere, and the thought of never seeing him again had left Rodney feeling numb to the core of his being. He wasn't exactly sure what caught his attention in the E.V.A. Prep Room as the survivors moved swiftly towards the Puddlejumper, almost dismissing his gut feeling, but he couldn't resist checking the spacesuits hanging up awkwardly against the wall, eyes widening when he turned on the helmet light and saw John's face.


The Daedalus must have headed out from Earth within a day to reach them so quickly, though John had made an executive decision to lock himself into the cockpit by the second day. Rodney joined him on the third day, needing a break from the idiocy that was Kavanagh and Lee for a few hours. He had to suffer through Johnny Cash until he figured out a way to build a set of earphones for John but to be honest it was less torturous than believing John was dead.

"I-I thought I killed you," he stuttered on the fourth day.

John grimaced. "I'm sorry... but you did good, Rodney."

"Good," Rodney spat out.

If good was killing his best friend then he would rather be bad, but he knew he would do it again if John ordered. He would vent the atmosphere not knowing if John could reach safety in time. He would save the others, save Earth, and afterwards he would run away to grieve the loss of something he never knew he wanted until recently... John. And that was the reality of his life in Pegasus.

Rodney wasn't aware of John moving from his seat until he felt a warm hand cup his face and warmer lips press against his and for once Rodney was not the one to see that coming rather than John. In the confines of a Puddlejumper, with other survivors just beyond the sealed cockpit doors this was as far as they could go. Just kissing and holding on to each other with whispered promises of more once they reached Atlantis.

It was more than he had a few days earlier, and for now it was enough.


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Until he ended up in Atlantis Rodney had never experienced all the social activities that most people considered normal. He had meals with colleagues occasionally, or attended symposiums and conferences with those he could just about tolerate, and he had even been on a date or two. He grimaced because neither were great experiences. After watching John's 'Hail Mary' football game, John declared every Thursday from then onwards was 'movie night' and Rodney had no idea what it meant. The first week he decided to pretend he'd forgotten but Sheppard turned up in his laboratory, grabbed the front of his shirt, and practically frog-marched him all the way to the recreation room where Teyla and Ford were waiting, both of them looking a little uneasy until the movie started.

It was a terrible movie, full of bad science and improbable action scenes but the popcorn was good - when Teyla wasn't hogging the bowl - and he had John by his side for the entire evening as they sat shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip on the small couch. Movie night didn't seem so bad after that, especially as no one seemed to mind him mocking whatever terrible movie one of them had chosen.

The first movie night following Ford's disappearance was a somber occasion even though they had new movies from the Daedalus. It was the first time John pressed up closer to him, as if needing comfort he couldn't ask for at any other time.

Ronon joined them and never said a word about how close they sat together. Then they lost Teyla for months, and for twelve days he lost John too. Ronon had dragged him to movie night during those twelve days and despite his brilliant mind Rodney had no clue what they had watched; the following week he pressed even closer to John, breathing in his living presence beside him.

Bringing Jennifer along just after Atlantis reached Earth was both a huge mistake and an eye opener. He had sat close to her, arms wrapped around her small shoulders, and all he had felt was the coldness along his other side where John should have been pressed against him. It unsettled him so much he had to leave early, and he spent all night going back over his feelings, trying to understand why it had felt so wrong. It came to him in a rush of a distant memory, recalling the way he had told John how much he loved him, over and over, as he slowly lost his mind to a parasite in his brain. That night he broke up with Jennifer.

The next movie night held no pretence. Ronon and Teyla were away, being shown around Earth by other friends leaving John and Rodney alone. With more courage than he thought he possessed, Rodney pulled John into his arms as the movie played on, and when it ended Rodney let John walk him back to his quarters. Being with Jennifer had shown him how to act on a date, and he used that to his advantage now. When they reached Rodney's quarters he opened the door and invited John in.

Coffee and small talk gave way to touching, to kissing, and when the sun rose the next morning, John was still pressed close beside him, naked in their bed.


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If anyone had asked John would deny all knowledge. Not because he was ashamed of joining back in his late Teens but because he'd never hear the end of it from Rodney... who had already mocked him more than once over the years, convinced John's hair had more intelligence than the rest of him. Rodney would demand to know John's I.Q., and he would insist on dragging him along to the weekly Mensa meeting to play mind games with all the other brainiacs. Not that he considered himself a brainiac, and he did play a mean game of Chess. Not up to Zelenka's standard but good enough to outsmart Rodney.

He had hinted at it once or twice over the years just to annoy Rodney. Mocking each other was another game they played and he liked the idea of Rodney believing he was winning by ridiculing his intelligence. It would make it all the sweeter on the day he did reveal his higher than average I.Q. Of course he should have realized it was impossible to keep a secret on Atlantis indefinitely, and once Chuck saw the email from Mensa in the weekly download he knew it wouldn't be long before everyone knew.

He frowned as Rodney stomped towards him, batting away the finger that poked him hard in the chest with a protesting, "Hey!"

"154," Rodney snarled, and John winced.

So the news had filtered through to Rodney on the fast-track. He thought he'd have a few more days but it just went to prove that gossip was the fastest thing in the known universe. Rodney deflated, rolling his eyes at John.

"At least I can tell everyone I not only have the hottest boyfriend but he has brains under that crazy hair too."

"Or you can tell them nothing and feel all smug and superior when they think I'm just another Neanderthal soldier."

Rodney's eyes narrowed. "You're never going to let that go, are you?"

John shrugged nonchalantly as Rodney rolled his eyes again, and he didn't resist when Rodney reeled him in for a kiss.


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Rodney dipped his toe to test the heat of the water, convinced from the steam rolling across the surface that this hot spring would be just that - too hot for him. He was still unconvinced it was a good idea to go skinny dipping in a host spring. He'd seen Dante's Peak and it hadn't ended so well for that. While he pondered on whether it might be better to beat a hasty retreat he didn't notice John swimming up beside him. A tug of his arm was all it took to overbalance him, arms flailing wildly as he fell into the water. He pushed up to the surface, spluttering in annoyance.

"Are you insane? There could be monsters lurking beneath the surface, or what if there's an earthquake, even a minor tremor might open a fissure-."

"One, Teyla's people have been swimming here for years and no one has got sick or had even a leech attach to them, and two, the geologists said the area's stable... ish."

"Ish? Ish?" Rodney looked around in horror, trying to figure the easiest and fastest route out of the hot spring.

"They ran some tests," John whined, "And they said it was as stable as any volcanic area can be."

"And you found that reassuring enough to leap into this potential boiler?"

John shrugged, lightly treading water. "Come on, Rodney," he wheedled. "You have to admit the water's great... and it's a lot bigger than your bath tub," he added slyly, angling closer to Rodney until they were treading water face to face.

Rodney quickly forgot all about his fears as John's slippery, wet skin pressed up close to his, legs entwining as they kissed momentarily, disentangling before they both went under. John was right though. The water was wonderful, easing the strains and stress of a long night and day bent over his laptop while working on problems in Atlantis. He could feel those aches melting away as he floated next to John, relaxing enough to flick water at John and start a water fight that had him laughing for the first time in weeks. Eventually he felt as if his skin would get waterlogged if he stayed in another minute so they both climbed out to stretch out on some blankets John had placed down earlier. The sun was warm and the sound of the bubbling water lulled him into a light doze, waking to the gentlest of kisses.

Reaching for John, he sighed as their bodies came together, feeling the slow building arousal shatter into bright shards of pleasure as he came with a soft gasp against John's damp neck. They kissed languidly, and when John suggested they go back into the hot spring to clean up, Rodney didn't stop to test the water but jumped straight in.


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After so many close calls and intention acts of sacrifice for the greater good John had never anticipated being the one left behind. The only survivor of a mission that headed south the moment they stepped through the gate onto this terrible world. The attack had come out of nowhere with a hail of arrows and spears. Ronon had gone down in a blaze of fire, his blaster taking out six or seven of their attackers. John had seen Teyla fall soon after beneath a hailstorm of spears and arrows as he dragged a screaming Rodney to the meager cover of the DHD, holding him tight to his chest as he emptied his P90 into anyone daring to come within firing range. The natives seemed to fade back into the tree line and he looked down as Rodney clutched his arm harder. Blood bubbled on Rodney's pale lips, his blue eyes holding John's so desperately until they glazed over, the light of that brilliant mind fading forever.

John choked back on a scream of pure grief.

It was all his fault. He should have been better prepared and brought the Puddlejumper just as Rodney had asked. He should have protected them, he should have protected Rodney, and not allowed them to be so distracted as they went through the Stargate, bantering with each other rather than paying attention to what waited for them on the other side. Now he was all alone, separated from his team, from his family, separated from Rodney by death. There was so much he had never got around to telling him after Katie, and after Jennifer, stupidly believing they would have more time once Atlantis re-settled in Pegasus, no matter how often they had faced danger in the past. He started shaking with grief, eyes stinging from the bitter tears he tried to hodl back, and the shaking grew more violent.

John's eyes snapped open and he blinked in shock when he realized the face filling his vision was Rodney's, alive and well but looking anxious and afraid.

"John! John!"

He swallowed hard, his thoat dry and his face wet. "Rodney? What happened?"

Rodney sat back, eyes closing for a moment as if in relief.

"We were attacked as we came through the gate. Poison arrow... I think. Just a tiny graze but still enough to... You were hallucinating. Calling my name."

The nightmare had not yet faded and those blue eyes were still holding his so desperately. Poisoned. It explained everything but the half-remembered nightmare of losing Rodney without ever telling him how much he meant to him overwhelmed John and he dragged him in, kissing him hard, knowing he could always blame his actions on the poison if Rodney pulled back in alarm. He need not have worried for when they finally separated, Rodney's eyes were shining all the brighter, filled with love in return for him.

"About time, Sheppard," Rodney murmured, and John wished he hadn't waited for this nightmare before he took a chance on Rodney, and on love.


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When John first saw Rodney he wasn't really sure what to think of him but then his mind had been on a different problem at the time, that of the holographic image of the solar system swirling above his head at just a thought. Like most kids he had always dreamed of being special and all of a sudden he was the new 'miracle' with a strong expression of the ATA gene, able to get Ancient technology to react and even talk to him. The man in the burnt orange fleece, with the sour expression turned out to be a brilliant scientist tasked with leading the scientific part of an expedition to another galaxy and to Atlantis. If John hadn't seen and experienced it as he reclined on the control chair in Antarctica then he was never have believed it. Yet here he was years later acting as the military head of the same expedition, and Rodney McKay, brilliant scientist, was one of his off-world team members.

He had kind of noticed Rodney as more than the Chief Scientist, and more than a team member on a few occasions - a flash of interest when Rodney's eyes were bright with excitement over a new discovery. Over the years they had become good friends, sharing a liking for superheroes and old science fiction TV shows and movies. They played chess together, and that Ancient world-building game that neither of them mentioned after discovering it was for real, affecting real lives on a world light years away. They often sat together at meal times discussing anything that came to mind - or rather, Rodney talked and John nodded now and then, sometimes paying attention but mostly just letting the words flow around him. Unlike most people John didn't have a problem with Rodney talking too much, knowing when and how to silence him when needed on a mission.

The Epiphany came with the Daedalus and its re-supply of uniforms for the expedition members. Rodney walked into John's quarters, mouth moving a mile a minute as he whined about the latest disaster in the laboratories, but instead of tuning him out as he continued reading the latest batch of comics while stretched out on his bed, propped up against a pillow, John stared slack-jawed at the sight of Rodney pacing around his quarters in a leather jacket. The soft leather was a perfect fit, emphasising broad shoulders, arms, and chest. Rodney's hair was all mussed too, likely from fingers pulling through it in frustration, putting a 'bad boy' image into John's head that flew straight to his groin. His mouth felt dry as he watched Rodney pace, seeing how the leather moved with him, the jacket length at the back falling just below his waist framing Rodney's ass.


John blinked when he realized Rodney had turned back but John was still staring below the jacket... at Rodney's groin. Rodney's cheeks were flush and his eyes bright and wide, pupils darkening.

"Are you checking me out? You are!" Rodney crowed triumphantly.

John flushed with embarrassment at getting caught. "No," he exclaimed but he could tell from Rodney's expression that he didn't believe him for one second.

Rodney smiled crookedly, taking a few steps towards John, his brilliant mind quickly figuring it out. He straightened the leather jacket's collar, smile widening when John was unable to stop himself from watching, unconsciously licking his dry lips. He knew he had lost when Rodney leaned right into his personal space, the scent of new leather almost overpowering.

The first time was amazing, and even years later, John only had to see Rodney in his leather jacket for him to get so hot and bothered he could barely think straight.

Rodney was never allowed to wear his jacket on missions.