untitled drabble #23

Title: untilted drabble #23
Rating: PG-13
Words: 822
Pairing/Charecter(s): Anceint!John, Rodney, Jeannie, Kaleb, Madison; John/Rodney
Warnings/Spoliers: this drabble takes place, chronologically, between parts 5&6 of "Advena" in Ancient!John 'verse
Disclaimer: Title 17 of the US Code, § 107, aka the Fair Use Doctrine.
Summary: How John aquires his Colt.
Notes: IDK why, but this idea's been floating around my head for a while.
There's also a gun shop, according to google maps, on Fraser St in Vancouver. This in no way speaks to their store policies.


An Ancient!John Drabble

"Did you know? that those who spend their time protecting others are the ones that really need someone to protect them?"


John isn't in bed when Rodney wakes up that first morning in Vancouver – not that this really worries him. John's not one for lingering in bed. Hell, John's not even one for sleeping, particularly not when they're on alien planets. Which Earth is to him.

It's not until Rodney drags himself out of bed and into the kitchen that he actually starts to worry. Jeannie's there, trying to get Madison to eat while what's-his-name cooks breakfast for the rest of them. (Eggs by the look of it, which is something, as he doesn't think he can deal with any more tofu. And this is only their second meal at his sister's house.) But of John there is no sign.

"Wow, Mer," Jeannie says, eyes going wide. "It's only seven o'clock. I don't think I've ever seen you up this early before."

"You've no idea what time zone I've come from."

"Colorado's only one hour ahead."

"Before that." In fact, if his math is right – and it always is – it is late afternoon back on Atlantis. Just thinking that makes him feel tired all over again, and he immediately starts searching cabinets for the mugs that have to go with the – blessedly full – coffee pot on the counter.

"It's the next one over," Jeannie informs him, gesturing with her own cup. "Any idea when John might be up? I was thinking it might be fun for all of us to go to the planetarium together. Madison loves the place, and I'm sure you'll have fun going through and correcting all the exhibits."

"It's not my fault that those places always get everything wrong. You'd think that they'd appreciate the consult. You've no idea what my consultation fee is these days. Wait," he says, almost dropping the coffee cup as her words hit him. "You mean you've not seen John all morning?"

What's-his-name starts dishing out the eggs. "No. We thought he was still asleep."

Rodney sinks into the nearest chair, coffee forgotten. "God. This is going to end badly. I can tell already. It's been at least a week since he's done anything stupid, suicidal, or otherwise ill-advised. I should've known he'd take the first opportunity to do so."

Jeanne snorts. "That ridiculous car of yours is still out front. He's probably gone running or something. Isn't that what military types usually do?"

"That's no guarantee he hasn't gotten himself lost. Or caught up in some convenience store robbery. Or said hello to the wrong person and is lying a pool of his own blood somewhere."

"You worry too much. He's an Air Force Major. I'm sure he'll be fine"

"You don't know John like I do, Kyle."

"It's Kaleb."

"Whatever. Fact remains this is going to end badly. I can already tell."

Which is, of course, when John comes into the room, the grey Air Force shirt he'd managed to get his hands on while they were at the SGC almost black with sweat.

Precisely three point seven seconds after this, Jeannie starts the teasing.

They end up going to the planetarium, which isn't as bad as it could be.

In fact, he's so surprised by how well it goes – no one threatens to throw them out even once, which happened the last three times he went to any sort of science museum – that he feels it's adequate explanation for why he didn't pick up on the fact John had somehow managed to acquire a gun until the Ancient's un-tucking it from his waistband that evening as they're getting ready for bed.

"I thought the SGC wouldn't give you a gun."

"They didn't," John says, setting the pistol on the night-stand.

"Then where'd it come from?"

"A shop on Fraser Street. It's a Colt M1911A1. Almost got an M9, like we've got back on Atlantis, but this has three times the stopping power. It will probably still take a couple shots to take down a Wraith, but not anywhere near as many. Might have to order some more for the rest of the Expedition if it works out."

Rodney blinks. Deciding it's best not even to touch the idea of what a Wraith might be doing in Vancouver of all places, he asks, "They just let you walk in off the street and buy one? 'Cause I'm pretty sure there are rules against that kind of thing."

John shrugs and pulls off his shirt.

"Okay then. Better question: why did you buy one?"

"Why do Terrans carry weapons when they go through the porta?"

"Earth's not a hostile planet, John."

"Says you."

Rodney frowns. "Do you have any idea how much trouble you're going to get into for doing something like this?"

"Eh, I've been in worse, I'm sure."

Later, after the pistol's been discovered by the MPs guarding the entrance to Area 51 and he's been privy to a dressing down the likes of which Rodney's never seen before, he can't help but wonder what John could've possibly done to result in worse.

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Yeah. A little. Though I find it curious that that's your reaction to I'm bringing an illegally obtained firearm into a house with a 3 year old, and carrying it in public without permit.
Yeah, but this is John. Honestly? I can't see him using it for anything other than a very obvious threat.
Yes, true. There is that.
Theres probably no amount of therapy that can make up for what ive done to him
Yes. Compared to what he could be like, John is handling everything you've put him through quite well.
I think dressing-downs are in proportion to the size of the stick up one's ass--the bigger the stick, the worse the dressing-down. And no-one has a bigger stick up their collective asses than the Ancients (unless it's the Asgard, possibly).

Hee, I like that Rodney knows John so well that he has a finely-honed intuition of when John's gone and done something stupid, and that John views Earth as a potentially-hostile, alien planet. And that Rodney didn't manage to get kicked out of the science museum (this time).
I agree with you on the dressing-downs. That, I and I feel that John, on many levels, still doesn't take Earthlings seriously. And, of course, that he *has* done worse things before.

And, you've got to admit, John has an amazing tendency to get himself in trouble without even trying.
I think John still sees them very much as children as a whole--sure, individuals like McKay maybe not, but as a species, yes. And we know from canon John doesn't like to be told what to do, so I imagine that, plus his seeming inability to keep his smart remarks to himself, probably landed him in a lot of trouble.

Also, yes, trouble seems to go out of its way to find him.
They say that the moment a child first realises his parents are human is awful. I wonder if they say the same about the moment the parent realises his child is an adult.
I think that's probably true; I suspect that realising you're no longer needed the same by your child can be kind of sad.
Yes, true. But in this case I was thinking more along the lines of not just no longer being needed by your child as your child now being your equal - or, in this case, possibly your superior.
Hm, I'm not sure any parent ever truly feels their child is their equal, but I take your point. It's hard to stop a lifetime of habits and look at someone differently, even when the evidence of that difference is staring you in the face.
Very true, but when you're talking on a massive scale, where your Descendants aren't really your children and have, as a race, accomplished more than anyone else in the galaxy...
I refuse to believe Jack dressed John down (funtosay) - it must've been that asshole Landry.