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09 December 2005 @ 02:15 pm
comment fic #4: Nostalgia  
For nataliadarimini: Rodney sees something off-world that makes him nostalgic for Canada.

"You're not really going to eat all of that, are you?" John said to Rodney, keeping his voice diplomatically low so the Nida wouldn't overhear. He couldn't look away from the heaping mess on the other man's plate, which could have passed for the tragic morning aftereffects of a bar crawl followed by a late-night visit to a seedy diner.

"It's like poutine," Rodney said dreamily, shoving another spoonful in his mouth and working his jaw around it.

"And you think that *excuses* it?" John was damn hungry, and more than a little pissed off at the Nida for offering nothing other than this. He'd balanced his own plate on his thigh and was trying to figure out a discreet way to make its contents disappear. It didn't do to offend your hosts' cuisine. Once on P3X-811 they'd been chased from the city by a mob of angry chefs because Rodney insulted their dessert offering. ("It tasted like dung topped with cherry flambé. Was I just supposed to remain silent?")

"Your jejune palate never fails to amaze me," Rodney said around a mouthful of the stuff. "Ronon likes it." His tone was approving as he nodded across the fire at their teammate.

"Which just proves my case."

"Which was what again?"

"You are enjoying the gnith?" the Nida's chief representative asked, smiling at John.

"It's...extraordinary." John smiled back, ignoring the derisive sound that Rodney made. He sometimes thought that Rodney's level of respect for people at any given moment corresponded to how tactful they were being. The more tactful, the lower his regard. Rodney thought everyone should say what they thought, unvarnished. "It would save so much time," he was prone to complaining. "Good manners are just an elaborate charade that postpones real discussion."

It was almost too bad John didn't talk to his father any more; he would have brought Rodney home to visit in a heartbeat just to watch that epic contest between taciturn passive-aggression and aggressive bluntness.

"Can we trade for this, do you think?" Rodney asked John later, when they'd retired to their guest quarters. He'd brought a bowl of leftovers with him, saturating the air of the common room with the smell. Teyla had already fled to her chamber. Ronon was eyeing the bowl sullenly, obviously kicking himself for not thinking to get more.

"Get that away from me!" John said, exasperation cresting as Rodney gestured the bowl toward him. Rodney kept chewing and swallowing, unmoved.

"I'm going to bed," Ronon said, and did.

"Don't leave that bowl out here," John warned by way of a good-night, and went to his own room. Rodney followed him in.

"You got the best room," he observed, looking around.

John grabbed the bowl of gnith, ignoring Rodney's "Hey! What--" and threw it out the window. It clattered on the cobblestones below. Somewhere, an animal made a barking sound. He turned around to see Rodney staring at him with a bemused look.

"That was uncalled for."

"You brought that *stuff* into my room, Rodney!"

"Yes. Remind me never to bring you any Ming vases or small pets."

John lowered his head and gave him a smoldering stare that didn't feel entirely nice from the inside, but promised fun. He saw Rodney respond to this, his throat giving a bob, always a good sign. "Go brush your teeth."

Rodney's lips twitched sardonically. "Should I burn my clothes?"

"I think taking them off will do."

"Generous," Rodney said, and John was.


The other ones so far are here:

nataliadarimini on December 9th, 2005 10:36 pm (UTC)

This is just lovely.

"'It's like poutine,' Rodney said dreamily" It was at this point right here that I fell madly and helplessly in love.

And Ronon is sad because he didn't think to ask for more. *swoon*

And John ponders bringing Rodney home to meet dad! Shh, I know that's not quite how it was, please leave me my delusions.
LadyCatladycat777 on December 9th, 2005 10:52 pm (UTC)
*sighs with happy jealousy*
labellascimmia on December 9th, 2005 11:04 pm (UTC)
Dude, poutine is the food of the gods. If John doesn't understand that then I just feel sorry for him.
abbyleeabbylee on December 9th, 2005 11:07 pm (UTC)
Oh, I just love this Rodney. Snarky and smirky and wonderful.

I fall for you a little bit more every day. I'm not sure how that remains possible.
Malkin Greymalkingrey on December 9th, 2005 11:13 pm (UTC)
Advection: kleenexadvection on December 9th, 2005 11:35 pm (UTC)
They're all delightful. So glad you're doing this. :-)
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Anna S.: dino-rodney-pianoeliade on December 10th, 2005 12:02 am (UTC)
I haven't the foggiest what poutine is and I'm a little nervous about what will pop up if I google it at work.

*g* It's french fries with gravy and cheese curds.
z_rayne on December 10th, 2005 12:26 am (UTC)
Remind me never to bring you any Ming vases or small pets.

*giggles madly*
Lovely, my dear, just lovely.
tabaquitabaqui on December 10th, 2005 12:56 am (UTC)
I like a sullen Ronon.
lyrstzha: McShep: blimey_iconslyrstzha on December 10th, 2005 01:00 am (UTC)
That was good fun, even though I have no idea what poutine is. I especially like this line: "Good manners are just an elaborate charade that postpones real discussion." It's pure Rodney.
cindershadow on December 10th, 2005 02:43 am (UTC)
"The other ones so far [italics mine!"

I'm lovin' these. I wouldn't object to more. No way.


ubixtiz on December 10th, 2005 03:27 am (UTC)
This is hilarious and very cool. Poutine!

(Also, I am not thinking about how "Good manners are just an elaborate charade that postpones real discussion," is the same thing as "Tact is just not saying true stuff."

Not at all.)
Shonaille: Ronon/Rodneykalikahuntress on December 10th, 2005 07:46 am (UTC)
Sullen Rodney + poutine = loves
And Shep doesn't know what he's missing:)
Shonaillekalikahuntress on December 10th, 2005 07:46 am (UTC)
I meant love, oopsie:)
mamoru22: SGA - McShep undeniablymamoru22 on December 10th, 2005 04:33 pm (UTC)
That was really absolutely great.

Rodney and food go together so well. *g*
Alizarin_NYC: mcshep wealizarin_nyc on December 11th, 2005 04:26 am (UTC)
"Your jejune palate never fails to amaze me,"

I can SO hear Rodney saying this. I can SEE the look on his face when he does.

"Yes. Remind me never to bring you any Ming vases or small pets."

Hee! So funny. Beautiful, brilliant, Rodney/John as usual.
slashpuppyslashpuppy on January 1st, 2007 01:50 pm (UTC)
Cute story! I like that Rodney and Ronon are in raptures over the food and that John and Teyla *so* aren't.

And that John only has to *look* at Rodney the wrong (or is that the right?) way to make him gulp knowing what's likely to be coming!