untitled drabble #55

Title: untitled drabble #55
Rating: PG-13
Words: 700
Pairing/Character(s): Ancient!John/Rodney, Elizabeth Weir
Warnings/Spoilers: part of the  Ancient!John 'verse, taking place after "Manes" but before the next installment
DisclaimerTitle 17 of the US Code, § 107, aka the Fair Use Doctrine.
Summ In which there are negotiations
Not This was meant to be the start of the next, as yet unnamed, installment, but I decided against that for Reasons That Do Not Need Exploring At This Juncture. Just know that it's supposed to take place about a week after "Manes," as the team is returning from confederation negotiations on Genia


An Ancient!John Drabble

"No matter how exotic human civilization becomes, no matter the developments of life and society nor the complexity of the machine/human interface, there always come interludes of lonely power when the course of humankind, depends upon the relatively simple actions of single individuals."

Frank Herber Dune Messiah

"Well, that's four days I'm never getting back," Rodney huffs as soon as they rematerialise in Atlantis' Gate Room.

John snorts, already unbuckling his P90 from the sling that only appears on his brigandine when he needs it. "It wasn't that bad," he insists, but it's a half-hearted declaration at best - in part because the last four days really have been some of the most boring they've ever had the displeasure of enduring as a team, but also because most of John's concentration is on his gun. The gun flickers under John's stare, transforming from an FH Herstal P90 into his beloved Colt M1911, and it's this that he slides into the holster that has suddenly appeared on his thigh, looking unduly pleased with himself.

Rodney rolls his eyes at the sight. It had stopped being impressive after about the third time John had done it, though even he had to admit it's utility. "Please. I don't think I've ever been so mind-numbingly bored in my entire life - and that includes any number of Air Force R&D briefings you're willing to name."
An honest-to-god twinkle appears in John's eyes. "Yeah," he smirks. "I pretty much tuned everything out after the introductions."

"Yeah. I noticed. And don't think I'm not holding that against you."

"You shouldn't."

"Oh? And why not, hmm?"

John waggles his eyebrows in a way that's probably meant to be seductive, but instead manages to make him look more ridiculous than usual in the crazy half-Ancient, half-Expedition getup he'd taken to wearing ever since he figured out how to change how his clothes manifested.

He snorts, about to ask how exactly he plans to follow through on that promise, what with his current tangibility issues and all, but never gets the chance, as Elizabeth is by this point standing on the balcony outside her office, looking down at them with a bemused smile on her face.

"Gentlemen," she asks, voice warm and vaguely maternal, "how were the negotiations?"

"Good," John announces.

"Boring, more like."

"And boring," he concedes, following Rodney up the Gate Room steps to the Control Room proper. "But nobody tried kidnapping or killing anybody, so I think everyone there is pretty serious about this whole Pegasus Confederacy idea, though there's still a lot that's going to have to be worked out before we put pen to paper - but that's more your area of expertise than mine."

Elizabeth's smile brightens, deepening the laugh lines. "At least they're willing to talk. That's always the hardest part of any negotiation: getting all the parties to the table."

"Yeah, I don't think that's going to be a problem here." Quite the contrary, really: The negotiations they'd just come from had only included the Genii, Taranins, and Athosians, each race had spoken of other planets that might wish to send delegations when it came time for formal treaty talks. "Though I think John promised to find the Athosians a new planet."


"What? Halling made the point that they shouldn't be reliant on us for access to a porta. And we did find Pryderi for the Taranins after they lost their planet, so it's not like I promised them anything we haven't done before."

Her eyes go briefly heavenward. "Well, at least it wasn't C4 this time."

"You're just going to keep bringing that up, aren't you?" John asks, almost pouting as he crosses his arms in front of his chest.

"Under the circumstances? Yes," she tells him without malice.

"That hurts, Elizabeta. It really, truly does."

Rodney rolls his eyes before checking the safety on his own gun and setting it down on the nearest console. "Tone it down, Kirk. You've already got this alien princess on your side."

It's John's turn to roll his eyes this time. "I'm just saying, you try to trade plastic explosives for Tava beans one time and nobody ever lets you forget it."

"Oh, like you've let me forget-"

I like this little slice of life, and it's nice to know that the Pegasus Confederacy is progressing :)