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woops, there goes my work ethic
Ahhhhh, my business textbook is not grammatically correct. This is so distressing to me that I must forgo reading the first two chapters and typing up my reports in favor of McShep fic. Or so
schneestern tells me.
Therefore: prompts pls!
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Therefore: prompts pls!
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Movie nights are always haphazard affairs. Anyone who's around and not too cranky for some fun piles into John's room and takes up station on whatever flat surface is available: the bed, the chairs, the deep window sills, the floor. It's never been so crowded there was nowhere to sit, but they came pretty close when John put on a showing of Space Odyssey: 2001 with a Rodney-rigged wall projector and complimentary popcorn.
Tonight, though, it's just them. Teyla has the bed because no one's willing to argue with swelling ankles, and Ronon's laying on his stomach next to her with his eyes glued to the screen. John and Rodney are between the foot of the bed and the small table John's laptop is set up on, shoulders pushed companionably together so they can both lean back against the bed frame.
"I don't get it," Ronon says.
"Surely your Earth doctors are better educated than this," Teyla puts in. "Doctor Keller is very smart."
"Look," Rodney says for the fifth time, exasperated, "this is a parody show! It's not real!"
"Why does he have that strange hat on his head?" Teyla asks.
"He's a hippie," Ronon answers with all the seriousness of a man who mistakenly believes 'flower power' is actually code for a top secret energy beam embedded in the Earth's surface. "He has the round glasses."
"Oh," Teyla murmurs, impressed.
"He is not a hippie!" Rodney sputters.
"You said hippies wore round glasses," Ronon reminds him. "He's wearing round glasses. He's a hippie."
"That - that is completely untrue! And your argument is highly illogical, why am I not surprised?" Rodney scrambles around onto his knees, looking Ronon square in the face from less than three inches away. "Oh, uh, hi," he says, wide-eyed. Ronon gives him an edged grin. "You're, um, closer than I thought you were."
John covers his eyes with his hands and laughs helplessly until his stomach cramps and he can't feel his toes and his chest aches with the weight so much love.
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Also, just the thought of Teyla and Ronon trying to comprehend Monty Python is enough to make me giggle forever.
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