SGA – Basic Tenets
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Stargate: Atlantis
McKay/Sheppard
For the M.I.A.serialkarma
Basic Tenets
Newton's First Law of Motion says: An object at rest or traveling in uniform motion will remain at rest or traveling in uniform motion unless acted upon by a net force.
This means that if Rodney is walking down the halls of Atlantis, scowling at the plebes, ignoring the military, and in general, just being himself, no one will stop him from doing so. He will reach the labs unmolested, where he can then scowl and disparage the people there.
Rodney will continue to insult, berate, and belittle everyone around him until the labs explode with his insults, or until he's driven away everyone in a mass suicide pact. Or until John happens to come along and put a stop to Rodney's unstoppable force by insisting that Rodney join him for an official something or other.
'Official something or other' is code for 'You are upsetting the minions. Cease and desist at once. Anyway, I want a blow job, or to suck you off, or to make out like teenagers and give you multiple hickeys, or to have sex in highly inappropriate areas, or to just rub up against you like some stray cat until we both come and end up with sticky and wet uncomfortable clothing for the rest of the day.
Or some version of all of the above.
Rodney's not adverse to this by any stretch of the imagination. Sometimes, Rodney will ramp up his vitriol to levels that are impressive, even for him, in hopes that someone –- Atlantis herself perhaps -– will intervene and mystically send John to him for this official something or other.
Rodney is all for John being his net force.
*
Newton's Second Law of Motion states: The rate of change of momentum of a body is equal to the resultant force acting on the body and is in the same direction. Or F = ma
In short, if you push something that's moving forward, it will go faster, and if you push it again, it will go even faster -- until it goes splat! against the wall. Or something like that.
This means that if Rodney is yelling at the botanists for being, well, botanists, and not the sort of scientists that can actually produce anything useful for his plans to become Supreme Smartest Man Ever of Atlantis; and if they egg him on with their protests, he will keep yelling at them until someone cries, or someone stomps out, or someone muzzles him, or he loses his voice.
This also means that if Rodney is in the throes of talking about how great he is and how they would all die -- shriveling, lung-withering deaths -- without his brilliance, and no one stops him, or at the very least slows his trajectory, Rodney will keep talking. And bitching. And alienating pretty much everyone in a 100-metre radius, until someone spikes Rodney's coffee with a very mild lemon-type of fruit extract.
This is a true story -- and not unlike something going splat! against the wall.
The difference being that things that go splat! do not get the consolation of John Sheppard sitting at their bedside for two days to make sure they're okay and not dying or even slighty bruised.
If Carson notices John being a little more physical with Rodney than strictly platonic friends tend to be, that's okay. John and Rodney are a force all their own.
Besides, Rodney can risk death by citrus if it gets John sitting at his bedside, talking about the ways he's going to kill the culprit, all while stroking the lifelines of Rodney's hand because he thinks that Rodney's asleep.
*
There are certain basic inalienable truths that run Rodney's life: he is brilliant; everyone else is an idiot; John has stupid hair, but Rodney would kill for him at any given time; and also, any given space can only be occupied by one object at a time.
This means that when John slams Rodney against the wall, Rodney's body will compress between John and said wall until Rodney can feel John's thigh holster, and John's thigh, and John's erection, simply because they're all taking up space that he used to occupy.
This change of area does not bother Rodney in the slightest. It's not as though this makes Rodney decrease in size, he's still occupying just as much area as before, it's just a more compact area.
One could even say that Rodney might encourage such behaviour by pushing further into the wall and yanking John closer by the armholes of his vest.
This also means that when Rodney opens his mouth to point out that sex in an unexplored wing of Atlantis is a bad idea for any number of reasons, and John's tongue fills that space, Rodney can't really talk anymore. These are basic truths, and complaining while John feels him up is a pointless exercise, because who wouldn't want to be felt up by John Sheppard?
John has a couple other basic truths for Rodney though, like the truth that if John wants Rodney hard and gasping, he can make it happen with his hands or his mouth, or his thighs, or any assortment of his body parts. Hell, John doesn't even have to use his own body to get to Rodney anymore. Rodney's been known to get a hard-on from watching John eat fruit, or clean his P-90, or twirl a pen with his fingers, or play Prime Not Prime with him.
John's mind is Rodney's favorite sex toy; that's another one of those basic truths.
*
The Third Law of Motion states that: For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.
This tenet is pretty self-explanatory as far as Rodney can tell. When John gives him a blow job, Rodney likes to give him one in return.
When John's on the bottom one night, Rodney –- well, Rodney doesn't mind being on the top, or the bottom, or on the side, or in the shower, or bent over his desk typing. Although, he generally stops typing when John wants to have sex, because John ruins his concentration anyway -- except for that one time, and it was a very important breakthrough.
Naturally he typed it down all wrong, because how could anyone concentrate with John Sheppard's dick up their ass? But it was the principle of the thing.
Yes, everything between John and Rodney is about principles and rules and tenets and not playing by them as much as playing around them -- except for Don't Ask and Don't Tell, because that one is more about livelihood than anything else.
At the end of the day, however, if Rodney can have John Sheppard, he's not feeling very picky about the details. There can be mud, or rain, or tributes to gods with snakes for hair and six eyes if it gets Rodney a naked John. The Wraith and Genii can come all they want as long as Rodney knows that John will be safe when it's said and done.
All the science and physics, all the rules and laws, equations and proofs are what get Rodney up in the morning. But it's John, and the idea that today, one of those laws might be disproved that keeps Rodney going when everything else doesn't want to work.
It's a basic tenet of Rodney's life that he needs John Sheppard; and unlike the rest of his life, Rodney doesn't question this. In John, Rodney has faith.
-end-
hackthis story you get snark and sarcasm, and more snark and sarcasm, and occasionally some porn, crack, and angst, because that's just what I have. Stargate: Atlantis
McKay/Sheppard
For the M.I.A.
serialkarmaNewton's First Law of Motion says: An object at rest or traveling in uniform motion will remain at rest or traveling in uniform motion unless acted upon by a net force.
This means that if Rodney is walking down the halls of Atlantis, scowling at the plebes, ignoring the military, and in general, just being himself, no one will stop him from doing so. He will reach the labs unmolested, where he can then scowl and disparage the people there.
Rodney will continue to insult, berate, and belittle everyone around him until the labs explode with his insults, or until he's driven away everyone in a mass suicide pact. Or until John happens to come along and put a stop to Rodney's unstoppable force by insisting that Rodney join him for an official something or other.
'Official something or other' is code for 'You are upsetting the minions. Cease and desist at once. Anyway, I want a blow job, or to suck you off, or to make out like teenagers and give you multiple hickeys, or to have sex in highly inappropriate areas, or to just rub up against you like some stray cat until we both come and end up with sticky and wet uncomfortable clothing for the rest of the day.
Or some version of all of the above.
Rodney's not adverse to this by any stretch of the imagination. Sometimes, Rodney will ramp up his vitriol to levels that are impressive, even for him, in hopes that someone –- Atlantis herself perhaps -– will intervene and mystically send John to him for this official something or other.
Rodney is all for John being his net force.
Newton's Second Law of Motion states: The rate of change of momentum of a body is equal to the resultant force acting on the body and is in the same direction. Or F = ma
In short, if you push something that's moving forward, it will go faster, and if you push it again, it will go even faster -- until it goes splat! against the wall. Or something like that.
This means that if Rodney is yelling at the botanists for being, well, botanists, and not the sort of scientists that can actually produce anything useful for his plans to become Supreme Smartest Man Ever of Atlantis; and if they egg him on with their protests, he will keep yelling at them until someone cries, or someone stomps out, or someone muzzles him, or he loses his voice.
This also means that if Rodney is in the throes of talking about how great he is and how they would all die -- shriveling, lung-withering deaths -- without his brilliance, and no one stops him, or at the very least slows his trajectory, Rodney will keep talking. And bitching. And alienating pretty much everyone in a 100-metre radius, until someone spikes Rodney's coffee with a very mild lemon-type of fruit extract.
This is a true story -- and not unlike something going splat! against the wall.
The difference being that things that go splat! do not get the consolation of John Sheppard sitting at their bedside for two days to make sure they're okay and not dying or even slighty bruised.
If Carson notices John being a little more physical with Rodney than strictly platonic friends tend to be, that's okay. John and Rodney are a force all their own.
Besides, Rodney can risk death by citrus if it gets John sitting at his bedside, talking about the ways he's going to kill the culprit, all while stroking the lifelines of Rodney's hand because he thinks that Rodney's asleep.
There are certain basic inalienable truths that run Rodney's life: he is brilliant; everyone else is an idiot; John has stupid hair, but Rodney would kill for him at any given time; and also, any given space can only be occupied by one object at a time.
This means that when John slams Rodney against the wall, Rodney's body will compress between John and said wall until Rodney can feel John's thigh holster, and John's thigh, and John's erection, simply because they're all taking up space that he used to occupy.
This change of area does not bother Rodney in the slightest. It's not as though this makes Rodney decrease in size, he's still occupying just as much area as before, it's just a more compact area.
One could even say that Rodney might encourage such behaviour by pushing further into the wall and yanking John closer by the armholes of his vest.
This also means that when Rodney opens his mouth to point out that sex in an unexplored wing of Atlantis is a bad idea for any number of reasons, and John's tongue fills that space, Rodney can't really talk anymore. These are basic truths, and complaining while John feels him up is a pointless exercise, because who wouldn't want to be felt up by John Sheppard?
John has a couple other basic truths for Rodney though, like the truth that if John wants Rodney hard and gasping, he can make it happen with his hands or his mouth, or his thighs, or any assortment of his body parts. Hell, John doesn't even have to use his own body to get to Rodney anymore. Rodney's been known to get a hard-on from watching John eat fruit, or clean his P-90, or twirl a pen with his fingers, or play Prime Not Prime with him.
John's mind is Rodney's favorite sex toy; that's another one of those basic truths.
The Third Law of Motion states that: For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.
This tenet is pretty self-explanatory as far as Rodney can tell. When John gives him a blow job, Rodney likes to give him one in return.
When John's on the bottom one night, Rodney –- well, Rodney doesn't mind being on the top, or the bottom, or on the side, or in the shower, or bent over his desk typing. Although, he generally stops typing when John wants to have sex, because John ruins his concentration anyway -- except for that one time, and it was a very important breakthrough.
Naturally he typed it down all wrong, because how could anyone concentrate with John Sheppard's dick up their ass? But it was the principle of the thing.
Yes, everything between John and Rodney is about principles and rules and tenets and not playing by them as much as playing around them -- except for Don't Ask and Don't Tell, because that one is more about livelihood than anything else.
At the end of the day, however, if Rodney can have John Sheppard, he's not feeling very picky about the details. There can be mud, or rain, or tributes to gods with snakes for hair and six eyes if it gets Rodney a naked John. The Wraith and Genii can come all they want as long as Rodney knows that John will be safe when it's said and done.
All the science and physics, all the rules and laws, equations and proofs are what get Rodney up in the morning. But it's John, and the idea that today, one of those laws might be disproved that keeps Rodney going when everything else doesn't want to work.
It's a basic tenet of Rodney's life that he needs John Sheppard; and unlike the rest of his life, Rodney doesn't question this. In John, Rodney has faith.
-end-
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Date: 2006-03-30 01:57 am (UTC)Besides, Rodney can risk death by citrus of it gets John sitting at his bedside, talking about the ways he's going to kill the culprit, all while stroking the lifelines of Rodney's hand because he thinks that Rodney's asleep.
God, that's just above and beyond the best image today.
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Date: 2006-03-30 02:48 am (UTC)Besides, Rodney can risk death by citrus it gets John sitting at his bedside, talking about the ways he's going to kill the culprit, all while stroking the lifelines of Rodney's hand because he thinks that Rodney's asleep.
Lovely and yes and that's it, right there.
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Date: 2006-03-30 03:13 am (UTC)heeeee.
Sometimes, Rodney will ramp up his vitriol to levels that are impressive, even for him, in hopes that someone –- Atlantis herself perhaps -– will intervene and mystically send John to him for this official something or other.
you know, this would explain a LOT.
This also means that when Rodney opens his mouth to point out that sex in an unexplored wing of Atlantis is a bad idea, for any number of reasons, and John's tongue fills that space, Rodney can't really talk anymore. These are basic truths, and complaining while John feels him up is a pointless exercise, because who wouldn't want to be felt up by John Sheppard?
Yes please!
Awww, honey, this was for me? I love it! Yay!
(and I can read now, my eyes are back to, uh, what passes for normal for them!)
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Date: 2006-03-30 03:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-30 03:34 am (UTC)That bit made me melt from the awwwwwww and the warm squishy fuzzies.
John's mind is Rodney's favorite sex toy; that's another one of those basic truths.
And that bit made me laugh a LOT.
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Date: 2006-03-30 04:06 am (UTC)//and hey - another old skool kind of song *humming along*//
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Date: 2006-03-30 08:50 am (UTC)Dear Sir
You were right - Physics is interesting. How could I ever have thought it boring? Hell sir! It's freakin' hot!
Well, it is when taught by
Er...you may have guessed - I loved this!
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Date: 2006-03-30 04:09 pm (UTC)I love this image!
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Date: 2006-03-30 08:10 pm (UTC)Brainy and sexy. Yis. I like. GUH.
*slinks away to drool in peice*
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Date: 2006-03-31 06:53 pm (UTC)very nice.
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Date: 2007-01-19 02:06 pm (UTC)So *perfectly* Rodney....
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