(it goes like this)
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jupiter2932Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Characters: John/Rodney (though this is technically gen? I suppose? I'm shipping them in my heart idc)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 229
Notes: Written for a prompt on![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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Summary: Whenever one of them needs to talk, they end up on the pier.
The pier's sort of their place, now.
It's John tonight, who heads out first, who sits on the edge of the dock and lets his bare feet touch the water, who sits quiet stargazing in the gathering dark and lets the breeze tangle his hair; and it's Rodney, this time, who grabs a couple of beers and plods out to join him.
"So," Rodney starts when John's got his beer--because that's how this goes, without anything but jokes until they've both got a beer. "Radek says you got a message from your brother today."
"Yeah," John says with a sigh and doesn't elaborate, because that's how this goes, too.
So Rodney waits, because he's learned."You ever see Jeannie about to do something stupid," comes eventually, after a long sip of beer.
"Train crash coming from a mile off, but you know she won't listen if you say anything?"
Rodney huffs a laugh. He shifts forward, and the water closes in around his ankles. "Yeah, with hindsight, it was usually the other way around."
It startles a chuckle out of John, and then another drink, and, "Hell."
Rodney sips again, and waggles his feet when a bit of seaweed brushes up against his toes, and waits again for John to stretch his arms and sigh and let the rest of it come tumbling out.
Because this is how it goes.
Characters: John/Rodney (though this is technically gen? I suppose? I'm shipping them in my heart idc)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 229
Notes: Written for a prompt on
comment_ficSummary: Whenever one of them needs to talk, they end up on the pier.
The pier's sort of their place, now.
It's John tonight, who heads out first, who sits on the edge of the dock and lets his bare feet touch the water, who sits quiet stargazing in the gathering dark and lets the breeze tangle his hair; and it's Rodney, this time, who grabs a couple of beers and plods out to join him.
"So," Rodney starts when John's got his beer--because that's how this goes, without anything but jokes until they've both got a beer. "Radek says you got a message from your brother today."
"Yeah," John says with a sigh and doesn't elaborate, because that's how this goes, too.
So Rodney waits, because he's learned."You ever see Jeannie about to do something stupid," comes eventually, after a long sip of beer.
"Train crash coming from a mile off, but you know she won't listen if you say anything?"
Rodney huffs a laugh. He shifts forward, and the water closes in around his ankles. "Yeah, with hindsight, it was usually the other way around."
It startles a chuckle out of John, and then another drink, and, "Hell."
Rodney sips again, and waggles his feet when a bit of seaweed brushes up against his toes, and waits again for John to stretch his arms and sigh and let the rest of it come tumbling out.
Because this is how it goes.
