Jan. 6th, 2008

unamaga: (hey there mr grumpy gills)
I have somehow arrived home in one piece. Hurrah! Hooray! My father plied me with non-airplane food so I am not quite as grouchy as I was when I first got off. It's surprising how very angry you can get when someone sticks their feet under your ass and wiggles them around a lot. Continuously. For the entire flight. It's equally unsurprising how very much it helps to write fic about John and Rodney surviving similar torments.


Title: Flight 187
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 1,150 words
Notes: A bit silly and pointless, written in about twenty minutes near the end of my flight to keep myself sane. Quick look-over by my darling [livejournal.com profile] kashmir1, dedicated to [livejournal.com profile] amberlynne because her story was supposed to be first of the new year. Er. ♥?

ExpandAround hour five, Rodney’s back starts to cramp up. He doesn’t notice it at first; John’s fallen asleep against the headrest at an awkward angle, his mouth wet and open – soft, puffing breaths so steady and reassuring the slow burn doesn’t register. )

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