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Metric - Calculation Theme, a song that I'm really enjoying today. :>

Yesterday morning, while waiting for the train on the platform with about twenty people clustered around me in a big knot, I was struck by an idea for fic. The only thing I had with me was my Stargate Atlantis tie in novel. I ended up writing smut on the inside covers, leaning on my own thigh while standing up, as a few interested parties tried to peer over my shoulder discretely. Oh, zany life.

Last night, Julie and I watched Indiana Jones. I am a heathen and had never seen it before (let's not even talk about my lack of Star Wars, because I think someone will actually stone me). It was fantastic fun, though, and I now understand the Harrison Ford thing, even though I'd always gone, "Ummm," when people talked about him before. And, well, because Julie and I are...Julie and I, the conversation inevitably turned to John Sheppard.


Take a minute to breathe. Shhh, shh, it's okay. In and out.
Now, alright, John is obviously pointier in the nose and chin because he's half elf, but LOOK AT THEM. The proportions are almost exact. I'm pretty sure we don't even need to mention the personalities or the propensity for getting in and out of life threatening situations with alarming regularity. Also Marion, if you switch a few letters around, delete a few more, add some, COULD POSSIBLY BECOME MEREDITH.

So I guess my real point here is: why hasn't fandom provided me with a John that carries a whip and wears a fedora?

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[grammarwoman]

As much as I love thinking of John as Indy, I just see McKay as the more natural choice for an academic.

And then my brain went to a place, where as goofy/nerdy/but-still-hot as Harrison Ford was as Dr. Jones, Lecturer, when he then transformed into Holy-Hell-Hotness Indy, just imagine...

Rodney. From hot nerd to hot action hero.

BRAIN OFFLINE.

[frejasanne.livejournal.com]

I've seen Star Wars, but only once (and I hadn't until a few months ago) and I haven't seen all the Indy movies yet (only Raiders of the Lost Ark) so, uh, sign me up for a stoning as well? :P

Also, yes please. Indy!John would be a very good thing.

[ladycat777.livejournal.com]

The classroom is musty, full of old books that have become so permeated with dust that they perfume the air, clouding it until everything has a sepia tone. Rodney surveys the smartly dressed gentleman curved over his desk, examining things he probably has no understanding of.

Most of them don't, after all. Morons, every one.

"I'm sorry, shall I come back after you've finished fondling my work?" Rodney's not sure why he said that. Something about the gentleman's hands, long-fingered and oddly gentle looking as they cradled a silvery shard he still hasn't completely identified, makes him think of furtive encounters and moments of unintended voyeurism, touches full of intimate intent.

The gentleman, unexpectedly, tosses him a wry smile and places the shard exactly in its previous position. "Hello, Doctor McKay. It's a good thing I've been warned about you."

"Warned about my genius?" Rodney bustles past the gentleman, placing his jacket over his suitcase after a second's thought. He's relatively certain the whip won't show through, but after having dealt with some of his more blatant disbelievers, he's not interested in taking the chance. Impeccable, improbable results go a long way, but sometimes not even that is enough. "I should hardly think you need warning."

"Actually, I meant your manners. You're right, nobody warns about your genius." The gentleman gives Rodney a warm, charming smile: a lie if ever Rodney saw one. "I'm John Sheppard."

"And how, exactly, did your bribe your way past Teyla's capable hands?"

Sheppard looks momentarily confused. "Teyla? I spoke to Carson, the head of your department..."

Rodney sorts, already halfway through his customary systematic check of his work -- papers, artifacts, and the tautness of his chair. Because there's never espionage in archeology. "Carson may be the name on the plates, unfortunately, but I assure you, Mr. Sheppard, Teyla is the one who controls our little fiefdom. What do you want?"

"I was hoping to hire you."

It's not the first time Rodney's heard that. Not the fifth, even. But never has that phrase evoked such imagery in Rodney's head, a breath of sordid behavior that should have had Rodney ruffling in affront. Certainly not locking his knees, for fear they might give beneath him. "You look like a put together gentleman, Mr. Sheppard," and oh, that's come out so very wrong, "what do you need me for?"

"Put together?"

Flustered, Rodney knows he's going red. "Oh, like it's not obvious you're dripping with money. I know the cut of your suit, sir," and the muscles that swell beneath it, damn his mind for noticing that, "and your kind do not associate with musty old archeology professors."

"That's not really accurate, Dr. McKay, but even if it were," Sheppard leans forward, and the edge of his smile is so full of promise that Rodney has to believe it's real, "we do interact with treasure hunters."

"I am a professor!"

"A professor that hunts treasure," Sheppard responds easily. "Relax, Doctor, I'm not casting aspersions on your career. I want to finance a hunt."

"Oh?" The department's not so flush that Rodney can turn down prospective financeers away, no matter how much he wishes he could. Particularly when, once again, Sheppard picks up the most intriguing piece of the lot, the one etched in Greek, Etruscan, and something much, much older. He hasn't been able to identify it yet. The silver glints against the rounded tips of Sheppard's fingers.

Sheppard smiles over the artifact, still warm, still amused, and says, "I'm looking for Atlantis, Dr. McKay. And I think I've found the map."



Forgive me, it's been a while since I saw Indiana Jones, and I only really know the third one best.

[monanotlisa.livejournal.com]

Oh, NICE!

♥

[pushingyouaway.livejournal.com]

everything in this post is relevant to my interests, yes! whips and fedoras WOOHOO


*cookies*

[adafrog.livejournal.com]

OMG a whip *faints*

[wesleysgirl.livejournal.com]

OH HOLY COW.

O.O

It never even occurred to me until now, but it's SO OBVIOUS.

Wow.

:-)

[tiamet.livejournal.com]

Now all I want is the crossover fic where John is Indiana's grandson.... someone make it so!

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