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zoetropeI baked today. It was kinda idyllic, actually. My Grandmother and I bickering over her small kitchen counters and slapping each others' hands away from the pastry. Very fun *g*. I made a treacle tart and two strawberry, rhubarb and apple tarts - one for nan, one for parents. There's enough pastry left for a nice raspberry tart, as well, as step-dad has been growing raspberries and now we have hundreds!
How very domestic I am today.
Er... something fannish? Have an AU blurt.
I'm imagining a world in which John and Rodney live somewhere like Maine or Seattle. Somewhere completely non-urban and wild.
Rodney moves there when he gets a job at the local top-secret military base, and John has lived there for five years, ever since his expulsion from the air force.
John moved there to get away, to be himself and do something completely physical, that he doesn't have to think about at all, so he runs the local timber yard, selling different specialities of logs for fire-place burning to the rich locals, and mulch and timber to the poorer folk.
Rodney rents John's spare room, an agreement made over the internet and by phone after an advert on Craigslist. During their one telephone conversation Rodney is doing three things at once, as usual, and didn't really pay much attention to Sheppard because of the letter he just opened from his sister telling him she was publishing a paper that proved irrevocably that an earlier theory Rodney had developed was wrong.
John had been halfway through his usual "Key's under the doormat, we're a long way off the main road so careful if you arrive at night - you haven't missed it, keep going," spiel, when Rodney said "Yes, fine, whatever," and put the phone down. Rodney had picked it up immediately to telephone and berate his sibling, John had done the same and started hi s conversation with "What did you say about weirdos on Craigslist, Joan?"
When Rodney arrives two weeks later, it is indeed at night, and as the little rentacar he picked up at the airport rattles along the country roads he wonders what the hell he's gotten himself into. At one point he almost kills a possum, and after the dramatic swerve makes a note to do his weekly blood pressure check when he arrives.
The car bumps and grinds to the turn signposted (after a fashion. Could marker pen on wood really be considered a sign?!) to Puddle Cottage, and the road gets even worse, sliding and bumping down the uneven surface for at least a mile. Rodney is honestly considering turning back when he sees a faint light ahead and finally emerges onto a rough area which is presumably for parking, based on the battered red truck sitting at a rakish angle against the house.
Rodney groans when he sees the house, which is an old wood-frame building with a porch that looks as though it might fall down at any second. He's distracted by this, however, when bigfoot says behind him, "What?"
Rodney screams, jumps up and down, spins around and falls flat on his face, looking up from his comfy bed of leaves at the tall, dirty, bearded lout hovering over him.
"You okay, buddy?" the ape-man says, leaning down, and Rodney scrambles backwards, wondering which bag he'd packed his pepper spray in. The man is wearing a scruffy t-shirt and carrying a bottle of beer. He has a beard. He looks like a homeless murderer-slash-caveman.
"Rodney McKay?" the man says, and for a horrific moment Rodney thinks 'stalker!' before rationale kicks in and he says "Mr. Sheppard?"
"John," the man nods, smiles and extends a hand to Rodney, who takes it and is hefted, stumbling, to his feet. "Sorry to make you scream there."
Rodney sniffs. "That was a manly shout, I'll have you know."
"Sure," smug bastard, Rodney thinks.
John takes him into the house - the front door doesn't have any locks! - and shows him his room, then helps Rodney move his boxes in, which Rodney grudgingly admits is kind of him.
After that he offers Rodney a beer, which Rodney snippily declines, and says he's going to get to bed, it's been a long drive. He finds it hard to sleep, however, because ape-man spends most of the night listening to Johnny Cash CDs which easily penetrate the thin wooden walls.
When Rodney wakes up there is a spider in bed with him. He falls off the mattress on the opposite side, but manages to quell the instinctive shrieking, instead going out to the kitchen to find a glass. Sheppard has left his bedroom door open a crack, and through the gloom Rodney can see the sole of John's foot falling off the mattress, all soft pink skin and toes.
It makes him feel a little funny, but he shakes it off. The kitchen is an absolute tip - like the rest of the house, save his bedroom, and as he's promising never to hire a room off Craigslist ever again, he searches for a glass that doesn't look like it's hosting e-coli. After finding something cloudy but otherwise clean, he carefully places the glass over the spider and leaves it there.
Before he goes to work for the day, he writes John a note.
"Please deal with infestation in bedroom."
When Rodney gets home from work that night, he cleans the entire house from top to bottom. Bigfoot-- Sheppard isn't anywhere to be found, but Rodney finds his note left under the glass on his bed. John has evicted the spider, thank God, and written on the reverse side of Rodney's note.
"infestation. noun. the presence of a large number of pest organisms in an area or field, on the surface of a host or anything that might contact a host, or in the soil. just FYI"
The lack of capital letters makes Rodney wince, and he balls up the note and hurls it, symbolically, into his giant trash bag first.
may possibly be continued...
As usual, unbetaed, etc...
How very domestic I am today.
Er... something fannish? Have an AU blurt.
I'm imagining a world in which John and Rodney live somewhere like Maine or Seattle. Somewhere completely non-urban and wild.
Rodney moves there when he gets a job at the local top-secret military base, and John has lived there for five years, ever since his expulsion from the air force.
John moved there to get away, to be himself and do something completely physical, that he doesn't have to think about at all, so he runs the local timber yard, selling different specialities of logs for fire-place burning to the rich locals, and mulch and timber to the poorer folk.
Rodney rents John's spare room, an agreement made over the internet and by phone after an advert on Craigslist. During their one telephone conversation Rodney is doing three things at once, as usual, and didn't really pay much attention to Sheppard because of the letter he just opened from his sister telling him she was publishing a paper that proved irrevocably that an earlier theory Rodney had developed was wrong.
John had been halfway through his usual "Key's under the doormat, we're a long way off the main road so careful if you arrive at night - you haven't missed it, keep going," spiel, when Rodney said "Yes, fine, whatever," and put the phone down. Rodney had picked it up immediately to telephone and berate his sibling, John had done the same and started hi s conversation with "What did you say about weirdos on Craigslist, Joan?"
When Rodney arrives two weeks later, it is indeed at night, and as the little rentacar he picked up at the airport rattles along the country roads he wonders what the hell he's gotten himself into. At one point he almost kills a possum, and after the dramatic swerve makes a note to do his weekly blood pressure check when he arrives.
The car bumps and grinds to the turn signposted (after a fashion. Could marker pen on wood really be considered a sign?!) to Puddle Cottage, and the road gets even worse, sliding and bumping down the uneven surface for at least a mile. Rodney is honestly considering turning back when he sees a faint light ahead and finally emerges onto a rough area which is presumably for parking, based on the battered red truck sitting at a rakish angle against the house.
Rodney groans when he sees the house, which is an old wood-frame building with a porch that looks as though it might fall down at any second. He's distracted by this, however, when bigfoot says behind him, "What?"
Rodney screams, jumps up and down, spins around and falls flat on his face, looking up from his comfy bed of leaves at the tall, dirty, bearded lout hovering over him.
"You okay, buddy?" the ape-man says, leaning down, and Rodney scrambles backwards, wondering which bag he'd packed his pepper spray in. The man is wearing a scruffy t-shirt and carrying a bottle of beer. He has a beard. He looks like a homeless murderer-slash-caveman.
"Rodney McKay?" the man says, and for a horrific moment Rodney thinks 'stalker!' before rationale kicks in and he says "Mr. Sheppard?"
"John," the man nods, smiles and extends a hand to Rodney, who takes it and is hefted, stumbling, to his feet. "Sorry to make you scream there."
Rodney sniffs. "That was a manly shout, I'll have you know."
"Sure," smug bastard, Rodney thinks.
John takes him into the house - the front door doesn't have any locks! - and shows him his room, then helps Rodney move his boxes in, which Rodney grudgingly admits is kind of him.
After that he offers Rodney a beer, which Rodney snippily declines, and says he's going to get to bed, it's been a long drive. He finds it hard to sleep, however, because ape-man spends most of the night listening to Johnny Cash CDs which easily penetrate the thin wooden walls.
When Rodney wakes up there is a spider in bed with him. He falls off the mattress on the opposite side, but manages to quell the instinctive shrieking, instead going out to the kitchen to find a glass. Sheppard has left his bedroom door open a crack, and through the gloom Rodney can see the sole of John's foot falling off the mattress, all soft pink skin and toes.
It makes him feel a little funny, but he shakes it off. The kitchen is an absolute tip - like the rest of the house, save his bedroom, and as he's promising never to hire a room off Craigslist ever again, he searches for a glass that doesn't look like it's hosting e-coli. After finding something cloudy but otherwise clean, he carefully places the glass over the spider and leaves it there.
Before he goes to work for the day, he writes John a note.
"Please deal with infestation in bedroom."
When Rodney gets home from work that night, he cleans the entire house from top to bottom. Bigfoot-- Sheppard isn't anywhere to be found, but Rodney finds his note left under the glass on his bed. John has evicted the spider, thank God, and written on the reverse side of Rodney's note.
"infestation. noun. the presence of a large number of pest organisms in an area or field, on the surface of a host or anything that might contact a host, or in the soil. just FYI"
The lack of capital letters makes Rodney wince, and he balls up the note and hurls it, symbolically, into his giant trash bag first.
may possibly be continued...
As usual, unbetaed, etc...
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