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teacher's pet snippet
children of dune - leto 1
seperis
So I was complaining to researchgrrrl about how I was blocked, blocked, blocked, and she said, then write something stupid and cute. That's paraphrased, btw. So. Stupid and cute. That I can do. There will be spelling errors, I wrote this in the update screen and hit post after a quick visual scan.

Teacher's Pet snippet. Just--random. Set after Madelyn's next one (10) but before my next one (11).



"Oh my God," Rodney hears himself say, voice faint. From his seat on Lorne's shoulder, John's eyes narrow slightly. "You--what have you *done* to him?" Pushing the grinning Marines aside, Rodney reaches for John, who comes down with a slight frown, coiling one arm around Rodney's neck, legs wrapping tightly around Rodney's waist before unleashing his less powerful frown.

"I like it," John says, staring into Rodney's eyes with sincere, wide-eyed innocence while one bony knee digs into Rodney's stomach. Rodney darts an accusing look at Lorne.

"You allowed this." Lorne will never enjoy another hot shower.

Lorne shrugs, like this is all a complete mystery. "The Marines were running him through some ground drills," Lorne says placatingly, but his eyes are way too amused. Reaching up, Rodney runs a disbelieving hand over John's quarter inch long hair, pale scalp shining through.

The tiny Marine uniform is just the lemon icing on the nightmare cake. How the hell did they even *find* one in impossibly small? "You--" But Rodney has no words, and Lorne and the Marines look way too amused. "Never again," he says, thinking of how he'll barricade the labs the next time the Marines say they want a playdate. "You--"

"*I* like it," John says, voice beginning to wobble uncertainly into whining territory.

"You've been *shaved*," Rodney says severely, blinking at how much older John looks without the softening frame of hair, cheekbones sharper, hazel eyes darker than he remembers. The slowly shortening pants are bad enough, but this is an entirely new experience. "You *don't* like it."

John's lower lip begins to droop with a subtle emphasis on the downturned corners of his mouth. It's a good look, well-practiced because Rodney's caught him in front of the mirror before doing just that.

Lorne makes the mistake of murmuring something probably not terribly complimentary, and Rodney drags his atttention from John's pout. "You. No more unsupervised playdates." Setting John down before his back gives out, Rodney takes him firmly in hand, carefully ignoring how John seems to have put on another inch at least since they woke up this morning. The not-as-small hand is faintly damp from a mid-morning shower, and the uniform, while newly cleaned, shows signs of John wear-and-tear already. "You. Lab."

Because it's almost lunch, Rodney doesn't bother to do more than check his email while Simpson so forgets herself as to *leave her computer* to come and coo over John's head, running small, gentle fingers over his scalp and staring into his eyes like she can't quite believe this isn't a hallucination.

Rodney can't even blame her. Every time he looks, he's struck anew, mentally projecting a different face, baby fat making way for fine, hard bones, stubble, hazel eyes alive with humor, the man slowly pushing free of the child's skin. When John's head turns, one eyebrow raised in almost painful familiarity, Rodney forces himself to stare at his email, ignoring how John's managed, somehow, to get into Simpson's lap, leaning back contentedly against her chest to watch her type something into her computer as she makes soft noises involving harmonics and wave theory.

And if that little maneuver has nothing to do with John's newfound awareness of the difference between a boy and a girl, Rodney will eat the minijumper. With lemon sauce.

Shutting down his computer, Rodney sighs. John will spend the afternoon in the jumper bay with Zelenka on maintenance, after dinner with Teyla on the mainland, hunting in the evening with Ronon and the Athosians, burning out the bright energy that maks a ZPM look like a nine volt battery. And come morning, he'll be up again before the sun, training with Marines, studying with Elizabeth, but one inch taller or one pound heavier, clothes not quite right once again.

He'll miss this, he thinks in surprise, crossing the lab to pull John reluctantly from Simpson's lap, trusting fingers warm in his hand.

When John starts to talk, telling him about obstacle courses and water traps and something Rodney doesn't want to think about involving sharp objects, Rodney simply listens.



He'll miss this, he thinks in surprise, crossing the lab to pull John reluctantly from Simpson's lap, trusting fingers warm in his hand.


*sighs happily*

i am having such a shitty day. and this helped. (and would have been wonderful even without the bad day.)

thank you for posting it.

Aww. I'm glad it made your day a little less crappy. *hugs*

And if that little maneuver has nothing to do with John's newfound awareness of the difference between a boy and a girl, Rodney will eat the minijumper. With lemon sauce.

Hee. I love this.

I want to see John try and flirt. It just--does things to my head that make me giggle uncontrollably.

*\o/* ::gleeful hand flailing and miscellaneous happy noises:: *\o/*

I LOVE THIS SOOOO MUCH!!!!


Awwww, so much fun to read and making me wish I could pet John's too-short hair. Lovely.

It's so *short*--I'm vaguely traumatized just writing it. All prickly and strokable. *sighs* God yes. Me too.

You know, by now I should be used to the effect this fic has on my but this:
Pushing the grinning Marines aside, Rodney reaches for John, who comes down with a slight frown, coiling one arm around Rodney's neck, legs wrapping tightly around Rodney's waist before unleashing his less powerful frown.

"I like it," John says, staring into Rodney's eyes with sincere, wide-eyed innocence while one bony knee digs into Rodney's stomach.

totally makes my ovaries asplode in a completely non-sexual way. Itty bitty bits of ovaries all over the place.

And why do I expect John's hair to grow back over night like in Harry Potter?

This is so very sweet in a totally non sugar shock inducing way.

*giggle* I was pretty sure I hit sugar overload, but *cool*. I was just awash with the idea of him as a mini-Marine. Just. Too cute for me to stand. God.

*sighs* Poor Rodney. Totally unable to share, still. :)

I like that the Marines finally made John *theirs*. And that Rodney doesn't like it. Because the adult one is theirs in ways Rodney either chooses to ignore or is incapable of appreciating and they've been largely shut out of the whole process and *of course* they want him to be a little Marine, one of them as best they can. And Lorne would aid and abet them.

(And I'm probably reading far too much into what was supposed to be a joke about the high-and-tight and Rodney mooning a little about how his ease with John changes and lessens with each inch that returns.)

I like that the Marines finally made John *theirs*. And that Rodney doesn't like it. Because the adult one is theirs in ways Rodney either chooses to ignore or is incapable of appreciating and they've been largely shut out of the whole process and *of course* they want him to be a little Marine, one of them as best they can. And Lorne would aid and abet them.

Actually, yes, you got it in one. *grins* I want to do an expansion on the theme in my next story on it as he gets older, because he'll need the physical training not just to keep somewhere at his adult level (ideally, with Teyla, Ronon, and a freaking *contingent* of Marines and Air Force on him since this started, he'll surpass it), but because his body's growing so fast that he'll need the faster muscle development. I really, *really* want the Marines to give him a minibootcamp, but since I have no idea how those are run, and I'm not trusting what I've seen in movies years ago, I'll probably just have to reference it as something that happened.

Plus, yes, he *is* theirs, and finally getting at least partial time. So they'll use it. *grins*

(And I'm probably reading far too much into what was supposed to be a joke about the high-and-tight and Rodney mooning a little about how his ease with John changes and lessens with each inch that returns.)

*sighs* Yeah. It will, at least somewhat. He's very out of practice with dealing with the Colonel.

What a surprise! I'm up late studying.

I love it that he's growing up and I found it quite amusing that he got a haircut from the marines! I'm sure the grown up John wouldn't have liked it... but I like the paternal instinct in Rodney.

Cool snippet :)

*grins* Traumatized by too-short hair. Poor Rodney. *sighs*\

Thanks!

*sighs* Oh so lovely. Rodney is so stuck here, he's started to cling to young John even as he knows he's losing him.

*grins* Pretty much, yeah.

thanks!

Aw. I know exactly how Rodney feels. My husband came home one day looking like he'd been involved in an industrial accident with a sheep shearer.

*nods* It was scary. Very, very scary.

And dear God. Husband. That would be--so traumatizing. *offers sympathy*

hehe this was cute. :)

Yay!

I wrote somthing bloody yesterday. Now I just have to figure out where it goes.

thanks!

And ooh. *curious* what about?

*flails*

Marry me OMG?

is etneral devotion okay in lieu? *g*

Thanks.

Heeeee! So cute.

And Rodney is going to do something BAD to Lorne.

No hot water. Possibly will take all his *socks*.

*grins* Thanks!