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popkin16 replied to your post
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Fuck, I have a *lot* of SGA stuff that I wrote…
You posted that in the fic Tap, Rap, Bang for McShep_Match, before you decided to rewrite the series
That is fascinating because nothing else in this doc is from that story. I have no memory of my process with that whole thing. Good heavens.
What about this one:
John let his mind go blank and wandered through the barn. He wound up, eventually, sitting on the floor next to a stall door, phone in hand, scrolling through the contact list. Rodney. He was calling Rodney and he didn’t even really know why. He bit his lip, considering, then gave a little mental shrug and pushed the button to connect the call.
“What,” Rodney said.
“Hey,” John said.
“Don’t tell me they kicked you out,” Rodney said, genuinely alarmed.
John laughed, but it was a tight laugh. “No,” he said.
“Your goddamn family, I swear,” Rodney said, then paused. “Oh, they didn’t? Well, what’s up then?”
“Maybe I’m just saying hi,” John said, carefully mild. I don’t know why I called you was too weird a thing to say. Thought it was reassuring to know that if there was anyone he could say it to, it’d be Rodney.
“Yeah no,” Rodney said, “you don’t do that, unless you’re a pod person. Or maybe you’re really drunk. Are you really drunk?”
“No,” John said.
One of the horses neighed at something, and John pushed to his feet, wondering what the horse was reacting to. “What the hell was that?” Rodney asked.
“Horse,” John said.
“Horse,” Rodney said. “What does that mean?”
“Big animal,” John said. “Quadruped, herbivore. Used for riding.”
“I know what a horse is,” Rodney said. “Why was that a horse?”
“I”m in the barn,” John said.
“It’s 9pm where you are,” Rodney said. “No, 10. No. Wait, what fucking time zone are you in?”
“It’s 9,” John said. “I’m in the barn and on the phone with you because I need to talk to somebody who isn’t insane.”
“That’s why you brought Teyla,” Rodney said.
“She’s busy,” John said. “Also she’d make me talk about my feelings and I can’t.”
“Is it really that bad?” Rodney asked, and John felt him settle into sympathy, settle into the conversation. They were in this together, now, and Rodney had moved his attention from whatever he’d been doing onto this phone call. There was always kind of a courtship of Rodney’s attention, in every encounter, and John knew he had more of a pass than most ever got.
“I don’t even know how to describe to you how fucked-up it is,” John said. “Nancy’s here. And I can’t, I don’t, Christ.”
“Is she still super hot?” Rodney asked.
“That’s not even it,” John said.
“She trying to get you back? I figured she would, with the gifts and all. She still knows all your buttons to push, and all, am I right? I know I’m right.”
“No,” John said. “I mean, it’s not that you’re wrong. But that’s not… Rodney, I can’t even, this is so fucked-up.” The horse who had neighed was still restless, a young chestnut, not pregnant, nearest the entrance. Now a few of the other horses were stirring too. John wandered over toward the door, curious and a little wary. More visitors?
“Think you can manage full sentences anytime soon?” Rodney asked.
“Dunno,” John said. He paused. “Huh.”
“What?”
“All the horses are freaking out,” John said. “Something’s up. I should go check it out. Sorry to bug you, I’ll call back when I have sentences.”
“Wait,” Rodney said, “what kind of something’s up?”
“I don’t know,” John said, “or I’d’ve told you. The animals are acting funny, but nobody’s come up the driveway or anything.”
One of the mares whickered too, and the horse nearest the door pawed at the wall, snorting. “Acting funny how?” Rodney demanded.
“Might be nothing,” John said. “I’ll call you later.” He hung up before Rodney could say anything else, but kept the phone in his hand.
A barn cat sprinted in the door from outside, obviously startled by something while out hunting, and vanished down the aisle. John pressed himself against the wall and peered out, letting his eyes adjust.
popkin16 replied to your post
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Fuck, I have a *lot* of SGA stuff that I wrote…
You posted that in the fic Tap, Rap, Bang for McShep_Match, before you decided to rewrite the series
That is fascinating because nothing else in this doc is from that story. I have no memory of my process with that whole thing. Good heavens.
What about this one:
John let his mind go blank and wandered through the barn. He wound up, eventually, sitting on the floor next to a stall door, phone in hand, scrolling through the contact list. Rodney. He was calling Rodney and he didn’t even really know why. He bit his lip, considering, then gave a little mental shrug and pushed the button to connect the call.
“What,” Rodney said.
“Hey,” John said.
“Don’t tell me they kicked you out,” Rodney said, genuinely alarmed.
John laughed, but it was a tight laugh. “No,” he said.
“Your goddamn family, I swear,” Rodney said, then paused. “Oh, they didn’t? Well, what’s up then?”
“Maybe I’m just saying hi,” John said, carefully mild. I don’t know why I called you was too weird a thing to say. Thought it was reassuring to know that if there was anyone he could say it to, it’d be Rodney.
“Yeah no,” Rodney said, “you don’t do that, unless you’re a pod person. Or maybe you’re really drunk. Are you really drunk?”
“No,” John said.
One of the horses neighed at something, and John pushed to his feet, wondering what the horse was reacting to. “What the hell was that?” Rodney asked.
“Horse,” John said.
“Horse,” Rodney said. “What does that mean?”
“Big animal,” John said. “Quadruped, herbivore. Used for riding.”
“I know what a horse is,” Rodney said. “Why was that a horse?”
“I”m in the barn,” John said.
“It’s 9pm where you are,” Rodney said. “No, 10. No. Wait, what fucking time zone are you in?”
“It’s 9,” John said. “I’m in the barn and on the phone with you because I need to talk to somebody who isn’t insane.”
“That’s why you brought Teyla,” Rodney said.
“She’s busy,” John said. “Also she’d make me talk about my feelings and I can’t.”
“Is it really that bad?” Rodney asked, and John felt him settle into sympathy, settle into the conversation. They were in this together, now, and Rodney had moved his attention from whatever he’d been doing onto this phone call. There was always kind of a courtship of Rodney’s attention, in every encounter, and John knew he had more of a pass than most ever got.
“I don’t even know how to describe to you how fucked-up it is,” John said. “Nancy’s here. And I can’t, I don’t, Christ.”
“Is she still super hot?” Rodney asked.
“That’s not even it,” John said.
“She trying to get you back? I figured she would, with the gifts and all. She still knows all your buttons to push, and all, am I right? I know I’m right.”
“No,” John said. “I mean, it’s not that you’re wrong. But that’s not… Rodney, I can’t even, this is so fucked-up.” The horse who had neighed was still restless, a young chestnut, not pregnant, nearest the entrance. Now a few of the other horses were stirring too. John wandered over toward the door, curious and a little wary. More visitors?
“Think you can manage full sentences anytime soon?” Rodney asked.
“Dunno,” John said. He paused. “Huh.”
“What?”
“All the horses are freaking out,” John said. “Something’s up. I should go check it out. Sorry to bug you, I’ll call back when I have sentences.”
“Wait,” Rodney said, “what kind of something’s up?”
“I don’t know,” John said, “or I’d’ve told you. The animals are acting funny, but nobody’s come up the driveway or anything.”
One of the mares whickered too, and the horse nearest the door pawed at the wall, snorting. “Acting funny how?” Rodney demanded.
“Might be nothing,” John said. “I’ll call you later.” He hung up before Rodney could say anything else, but kept the phone in his hand.
A barn cat sprinted in the door from outside, obviously startled by something while out hunting, and vanished down the aisle. John pressed himself against the wall and peered out, letting his eyes adjust.
