Finding Happiness 9/?
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sg_lab2Title: Finding Happiness
Author: sglab
Rating: PG
Summary: Rodney is there for John after losing Elizabeth in an accident
Spoilers: None
Pairings/Characters: Sheppard/McKay and Sheppard/Weir
Warning: Character death, slash
Disclaimer: Characters aren’t mine, just having fun with them.
A/N: Teyla/Ronon and Carson/Laura are miner pairs. The end of season 3 didn’t happen nor did season 4
Chapter 9
A couple days later Maddie was on the mend and John and Rodney could get through a whole night’s sleep.
In the last couple of months they had started a sort of routine without thinking about it. Rodney got Maddie up in the morning. John fixed a little breakfast and they would eat together. John would then take Maddie to the nursery if it was going to be a busy day.
They would stay in touch with each other throughout the day making sure one of them was able to pick up Maddie and the three of them would either eat in the mess or at home. John would put Maddie to bed.
When they had to go off world they had designated a few people for babysitting. They because Rodney one day decided he should get a say in who was watching Maddie when he or John were not there.
A month after Maddie was feeling well enough to return to the nursery both John and Rodney arrived at the nursery at the same time.
“I thought I was picking her up,” they both said at the same time.
The nursery was a rotation of medical staff and military personnel who had experience with kids through nieces and nephews and prior work in child care. They took care of a small group of infants and toddlers. Three children six months to eleven months which included: the Beckett; Dex and; Sheppard kids. The last two were twin boys thirteen months old.
“Gentlemen, I don’t think it matters who was suppose to pick up Maddie,” the nurse volunteering for nursery duty said.
John and Rodney looked a bit sheepish. John took a hold of Maddie’s stroller and nudged Rodney out the door.
“It’s Maddie’s birthday next month,” John said as they were walking down a hall.
“Already?” Rodney asked.
“Yep,” John nodded. “We need to do something special.”
Rodney couldn’t hold back the smile John’s ‘we’ brought him.
--
Rodney woke up late a few weeks later. It was a day off so he slept in. John said he would get Maddie up. He walked to the living room almost tripping over a box on the floor.
Blinking and rubbing his eyes to clear them, he looked around at the mess in the room. “You wanna clean up this mess,” he griped. “I almost broke my neck.”
John turned from the wall he was facing holding Maddie in one arm. “Being a bit dramatic, McKay?”
“What is all this stuff?” Rodney ignored the jibe.
“Decorations,” John said. “Getting ready for Maddie’s birthday tomorrow.” John turned back to the wall sticking a balloon up.
Rodney shuffled into the little kitchen area and looked at the counter. “What’s this stuff?”
“I’m making her birthday cake,” John said.
“You’re making her birthday cake?”
“Yes,” John turned around looking at Rodney. “Something wrong with that?”
“Oh, no,” Rodney raised up his hands. “Nothing at all. We do have a fire extinguisher don’t we?” John glared at Rodney.
--
It was later that evening after Maddie was put to bed that John decided to tackle the cake. “You want to help?” John asked Rodney who wandered through getting a glass of water.
“Not really, but I think I should.”
“What’s that suppose to mean?” John glared at Rodney.
“Nothing, nothing at all,” Rodney tried to look innocent but failed miserably.
“You can help, but only if you stop insulting me,” John warned.
“I’m the picture of an angel,” to which John snorted.
A half an hour later they had what resembled the makings of a cake.
“Are you sure you know what you’re doing with this ‘oven’?” Rodney asked. “God, I need a shower. How’d all this stuff get on me?”
John looked at Rodney and reached out with one hand swiping a glob of icing off Rodney’s cheek. Bringing it to his mouth, he sucked in the digit making somewhat obscene noises.
“Care to take care of the rest?” Rodney’s question was entirely innocent, but two seconds too late he realized just how suggestive he sounded. “I’m going to take that shower now,” not looking at John, Rodney disappeared out of the room and into the bathroom.
When the door closed, Rodney fell back against it letting out a low groan.
--
The next day their friends were gathered in their quarters. They had finished eating dinner they got from the mess and John was getting the cake to bring out. Neither had said anything about what had happened the previous night.
“Oh here.”
“What’s this?” Rodney asked.
“It’s called a camcorder. It takes moving pictures.”
“Oh very funny,” Rodney said. “What am I suppose to do with it?”
“Film the rest of the party,” John said. “Presenting the cake and then the presents.”
“Are you sure you want me to do that?”
“Yes,” John said. “You wanna hand me that candle over there?” He pointed to a candle on the other end of the counter.
“One to grow on?” Rodney asked seeing the cake already had one candle sticking out of it. This candle was red unlike the one in the cake which was white.
“No, it’s Elizabeth’s birthday too.”
Rodney didn’t say anything. He just handed the candle over and got the camcorder ready.
“It’s about time you came out with the cake,” Carson said holding onto Maddie.
They sang Happy Birthday and John leaned over while holding Maddie to blow out the candles for her, but he was surprised when Rodney leaned over next to him blowing them out with him.
--
Rodney entered his and John’s quarters and stopped just inside the threshold. It was the day after Maddie’s birthday and decorations were still strewn about. But that wasn’t what stopped him. John was kneeling on the floor watching his daughter walk towards him.
“Rodney, grab the camcorder,” John’s voice was a whisper. He hadn’t even looked at who entered while he was watching his daughter take her first steps.
Rodney managed to find the camcorder without commotion breaking the moment. He fumbled a bit, but found the record button and looked at the little screen on the camera.
John was grinning from ear to ear watching his one year old daughter taking tentative steps towards him. She was only a couple of feet away, but it looked like a mile with those little legs.
Maddie was just inches from her father when she lost her balance and plopped on her bottom.
“That’s my girl,” John picked up his daughter and held her close to him.
Rodney kept the camera on John and his little girl for a few more moments until his friend looked at him. “Thanks Rodney,” he then got up and went over to Rodney wrapping his free arm around his friend’s shoulder in a hug.
Rodney wrapped both of his arms around John’s middle.
John pulled back and Rodney thought the moment was over, but when he looked up to meet John’s eyes, he was unsure what to think. Then a pair of lips were pressing against his.
The kiss was sweet and tentative and came to an abrupt end.
Rodney tried to say something, but was at a loss. He stood dumbly as John took the camcorder from him.
“You want to watch the video on the big screen?” John asked. It was enough to make Rodney follow John and sit on the couch with him to watch the video.
When the video was finished Rodney looked over at his friend not having heard much. He was taken by surprise by the emotion playing on his friend’s face and wasn’t sure what to do or say. John was holding Maddie close and he looked as if he could cry at any moment.
After another long moment of uncomfortable silence John sniffed and started to speak. “I miss her every day, but on days like this I miss her even more.” Rodney opened his mouth hoping to come up with something to say, but was cut off again. “I’m sorry I kissed you.”
Rodney waved his hand averting his eyes from John for a moment and stood to leave. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Rodney, wait,” John got up quickly and put Maddie in her playpen before turning back to Rodney. “That didn’t come out how I intended,” Rodney opened his mouth, but again was cut off. “I’m not sorry I kissed you, but I just think it was bad timing.”
“Oh, of course,” Rodney stumbled over his words. “I need to get back to the lab.”
“Oh sure,” John said. “See you at dinner?”
“I have a lot of work, but probably,” Rodney turned and escaped to the hall. He felt like he couldn’t breathe. He didn’t know what to do.
Eventually he began wandering and found himself outside of Carson’s office.
--
“He kissed me.”
Carson’s head came up from his microscope to look at Rodney who had barged in. “Excuse me?”
“I said, he kissed me,” Rodney said.
“Who kissed you?”
“John,” Rodney’s voice was grating. “Keep up, Carson.”
“It’s about bloody time,” Carson mumbled returning his gaze to his work.
“What?”
“Rodney, no need to shout,” Carson looked back at the other man.
“What do you mean it’s about bloody time?” Rodney mimicked.
“We’ve just wondered when you two would finally do something.”
Rodney gave Carson a suspicious look. “Who is this ‘we’ you’re talking about?”
“Rodney,” it was a familiar sound of irritation.
“Fine,” Rodney said. “What about Elizabeth?”
“What about Elizabeth?” Carson answered back.
“She died just nine months ago,” Rodney said. “They had a daughter together.”
“Rodney, she’s gone,” Rodney flinched at Carson’s words. “We all loved her. No one more so than John and he will always love her, but life must go on.
“Life must go on?” Rodney snapped. “What the hell kind of platitude is that?”
“Rodney, what happened after he kissed you?” Carson asked.
Rodney frowned and fidgeted. “He said he was sorry for kissing me, but then he wasn’t sorry for kissing me, but for the bad timing.”
“I see,” Carson said. “Just give him a bit of time; I’m sure he’ll work this out.”
“And what am I suppose to do in the meantime?” Rodney asked. “I’m living with him.”
“I thought you said you weren’t living with him,” Carson smirked.
“Oh very funny,” Rodney scowled.
Carson sighed. “Talking with him might be a good start.”
Rodney was less than thrilled with his ‘best friend’s’ advice. But soon he turned and left deciding he should talk with John.
Author: sglab
Rating: PG
Summary: Rodney is there for John after losing Elizabeth in an accident
Spoilers: None
Pairings/Characters: Sheppard/McKay and Sheppard/Weir
Warning: Character death, slash
Disclaimer: Characters aren’t mine, just having fun with them.
A/N: Teyla/Ronon and Carson/Laura are miner pairs. The end of season 3 didn’t happen nor did season 4
Chapter 9
A couple days later Maddie was on the mend and John and Rodney could get through a whole night’s sleep.
In the last couple of months they had started a sort of routine without thinking about it. Rodney got Maddie up in the morning. John fixed a little breakfast and they would eat together. John would then take Maddie to the nursery if it was going to be a busy day.
They would stay in touch with each other throughout the day making sure one of them was able to pick up Maddie and the three of them would either eat in the mess or at home. John would put Maddie to bed.
When they had to go off world they had designated a few people for babysitting. They because Rodney one day decided he should get a say in who was watching Maddie when he or John were not there.
A month after Maddie was feeling well enough to return to the nursery both John and Rodney arrived at the nursery at the same time.
“I thought I was picking her up,” they both said at the same time.
The nursery was a rotation of medical staff and military personnel who had experience with kids through nieces and nephews and prior work in child care. They took care of a small group of infants and toddlers. Three children six months to eleven months which included: the Beckett; Dex and; Sheppard kids. The last two were twin boys thirteen months old.
“Gentlemen, I don’t think it matters who was suppose to pick up Maddie,” the nurse volunteering for nursery duty said.
John and Rodney looked a bit sheepish. John took a hold of Maddie’s stroller and nudged Rodney out the door.
“It’s Maddie’s birthday next month,” John said as they were walking down a hall.
“Already?” Rodney asked.
“Yep,” John nodded. “We need to do something special.”
Rodney couldn’t hold back the smile John’s ‘we’ brought him.
--
Rodney woke up late a few weeks later. It was a day off so he slept in. John said he would get Maddie up. He walked to the living room almost tripping over a box on the floor.
Blinking and rubbing his eyes to clear them, he looked around at the mess in the room. “You wanna clean up this mess,” he griped. “I almost broke my neck.”
John turned from the wall he was facing holding Maddie in one arm. “Being a bit dramatic, McKay?”
“What is all this stuff?” Rodney ignored the jibe.
“Decorations,” John said. “Getting ready for Maddie’s birthday tomorrow.” John turned back to the wall sticking a balloon up.
Rodney shuffled into the little kitchen area and looked at the counter. “What’s this stuff?”
“I’m making her birthday cake,” John said.
“You’re making her birthday cake?”
“Yes,” John turned around looking at Rodney. “Something wrong with that?”
“Oh, no,” Rodney raised up his hands. “Nothing at all. We do have a fire extinguisher don’t we?” John glared at Rodney.
--
It was later that evening after Maddie was put to bed that John decided to tackle the cake. “You want to help?” John asked Rodney who wandered through getting a glass of water.
“Not really, but I think I should.”
“What’s that suppose to mean?” John glared at Rodney.
“Nothing, nothing at all,” Rodney tried to look innocent but failed miserably.
“You can help, but only if you stop insulting me,” John warned.
“I’m the picture of an angel,” to which John snorted.
A half an hour later they had what resembled the makings of a cake.
“Are you sure you know what you’re doing with this ‘oven’?” Rodney asked. “God, I need a shower. How’d all this stuff get on me?”
John looked at Rodney and reached out with one hand swiping a glob of icing off Rodney’s cheek. Bringing it to his mouth, he sucked in the digit making somewhat obscene noises.
“Care to take care of the rest?” Rodney’s question was entirely innocent, but two seconds too late he realized just how suggestive he sounded. “I’m going to take that shower now,” not looking at John, Rodney disappeared out of the room and into the bathroom.
When the door closed, Rodney fell back against it letting out a low groan.
--
The next day their friends were gathered in their quarters. They had finished eating dinner they got from the mess and John was getting the cake to bring out. Neither had said anything about what had happened the previous night.
“Oh here.”
“What’s this?” Rodney asked.
“It’s called a camcorder. It takes moving pictures.”
“Oh very funny,” Rodney said. “What am I suppose to do with it?”
“Film the rest of the party,” John said. “Presenting the cake and then the presents.”
“Are you sure you want me to do that?”
“Yes,” John said. “You wanna hand me that candle over there?” He pointed to a candle on the other end of the counter.
“One to grow on?” Rodney asked seeing the cake already had one candle sticking out of it. This candle was red unlike the one in the cake which was white.
“No, it’s Elizabeth’s birthday too.”
Rodney didn’t say anything. He just handed the candle over and got the camcorder ready.
“It’s about time you came out with the cake,” Carson said holding onto Maddie.
They sang Happy Birthday and John leaned over while holding Maddie to blow out the candles for her, but he was surprised when Rodney leaned over next to him blowing them out with him.
--
Rodney entered his and John’s quarters and stopped just inside the threshold. It was the day after Maddie’s birthday and decorations were still strewn about. But that wasn’t what stopped him. John was kneeling on the floor watching his daughter walk towards him.
“Rodney, grab the camcorder,” John’s voice was a whisper. He hadn’t even looked at who entered while he was watching his daughter take her first steps.
Rodney managed to find the camcorder without commotion breaking the moment. He fumbled a bit, but found the record button and looked at the little screen on the camera.
John was grinning from ear to ear watching his one year old daughter taking tentative steps towards him. She was only a couple of feet away, but it looked like a mile with those little legs.
Maddie was just inches from her father when she lost her balance and plopped on her bottom.
“That’s my girl,” John picked up his daughter and held her close to him.
Rodney kept the camera on John and his little girl for a few more moments until his friend looked at him. “Thanks Rodney,” he then got up and went over to Rodney wrapping his free arm around his friend’s shoulder in a hug.
Rodney wrapped both of his arms around John’s middle.
John pulled back and Rodney thought the moment was over, but when he looked up to meet John’s eyes, he was unsure what to think. Then a pair of lips were pressing against his.
The kiss was sweet and tentative and came to an abrupt end.
Rodney tried to say something, but was at a loss. He stood dumbly as John took the camcorder from him.
“You want to watch the video on the big screen?” John asked. It was enough to make Rodney follow John and sit on the couch with him to watch the video.
When the video was finished Rodney looked over at his friend not having heard much. He was taken by surprise by the emotion playing on his friend’s face and wasn’t sure what to do or say. John was holding Maddie close and he looked as if he could cry at any moment.
After another long moment of uncomfortable silence John sniffed and started to speak. “I miss her every day, but on days like this I miss her even more.” Rodney opened his mouth hoping to come up with something to say, but was cut off again. “I’m sorry I kissed you.”
Rodney waved his hand averting his eyes from John for a moment and stood to leave. “Don’t worry about it.”
“Rodney, wait,” John got up quickly and put Maddie in her playpen before turning back to Rodney. “That didn’t come out how I intended,” Rodney opened his mouth, but again was cut off. “I’m not sorry I kissed you, but I just think it was bad timing.”
“Oh, of course,” Rodney stumbled over his words. “I need to get back to the lab.”
“Oh sure,” John said. “See you at dinner?”
“I have a lot of work, but probably,” Rodney turned and escaped to the hall. He felt like he couldn’t breathe. He didn’t know what to do.
Eventually he began wandering and found himself outside of Carson’s office.
--
“He kissed me.”
Carson’s head came up from his microscope to look at Rodney who had barged in. “Excuse me?”
“I said, he kissed me,” Rodney said.
“Who kissed you?”
“John,” Rodney’s voice was grating. “Keep up, Carson.”
“It’s about bloody time,” Carson mumbled returning his gaze to his work.
“What?”
“Rodney, no need to shout,” Carson looked back at the other man.
“What do you mean it’s about bloody time?” Rodney mimicked.
“We’ve just wondered when you two would finally do something.”
Rodney gave Carson a suspicious look. “Who is this ‘we’ you’re talking about?”
“Rodney,” it was a familiar sound of irritation.
“Fine,” Rodney said. “What about Elizabeth?”
“What about Elizabeth?” Carson answered back.
“She died just nine months ago,” Rodney said. “They had a daughter together.”
“Rodney, she’s gone,” Rodney flinched at Carson’s words. “We all loved her. No one more so than John and he will always love her, but life must go on.
“Life must go on?” Rodney snapped. “What the hell kind of platitude is that?”
“Rodney, what happened after he kissed you?” Carson asked.
Rodney frowned and fidgeted. “He said he was sorry for kissing me, but then he wasn’t sorry for kissing me, but for the bad timing.”
“I see,” Carson said. “Just give him a bit of time; I’m sure he’ll work this out.”
“And what am I suppose to do in the meantime?” Rodney asked. “I’m living with him.”
“I thought you said you weren’t living with him,” Carson smirked.
“Oh very funny,” Rodney scowled.
Carson sighed. “Talking with him might be a good start.”
Rodney was less than thrilled with his ‘best friend’s’ advice. But soon he turned and left deciding he should talk with John.
