Pairing/Charecter(s): Ancient!John, Rodney; John/Rodney
Warnings/Spoliers: this drabble takes place, chronologically, anytime after "Socors" in the Ancient!John 'verse; contains discussion of adult concepts
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Summary: Rodney likes to play the what if...? game.
Notes: So, I got the idea for this fic while I was at work last night. However, as I didn't get off of work until 4 this morning (ie, 3 hours after I was suppose to get off), this didn't happen until today. And, as a result of my only 4 hours of sleep, almost didn't happen at all.
An Ancient!John Drabble
"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride.
So I love you because I know no other way than this..."
Pablo Neurda "XVII"
Once, in the early days of their relationship, Rodney had asked him what he would have done if his plan hadn't worked.
"What d'you mean?" Iohannes had asked in return, sleepy and sated and trying to bury his face further into the crook of Rodney's neck.
"I mean, what if the others had found you before you got to the Chair Room? What would you have done if you'd been forced to go back to Earth with them?"
"That wouldn't have happened. 'Lantis was keeping an eye out for me."
He didn't have to see Rodney's face to know he was rolling his eyes. "Yes, yes, but what if?"
With a groan, Iohannes had pulled away from Rodney's warmth to look at him blearily. One of the most annoying things about the Terran was that his post-coital haze lasted for all of about sixty seconds, after which he went back to being his normal self. Not that Iohannes didn't like Rodney's normal self, he'd just have preferred another five minutes of basking in the afterglow before the conversation restarted, particularly when it involved talking about his life before the Exodus. Luckily however, most the time it was more along the lines of So, what did you think of that Star Trek episode? or Guess how my idiot subordinates tried to kill us this morning. Still, the time after sex was supposed to be spent, oh, he didn't know, cuddling, not talking about possible alternative histories, particularly ones that meant the two involved in said discussion would never have met.
"Father's eminentia said something about trying to find a way back to Atlantis. I guess I probably would've helped him with that."
Rodney had nodded like this was expected. And maybe this was. "What about the rest of the time?"
"Rest of the time?"
"When you weren't working on trying to come back. I mean," he'd asked, voice strangely light, "would you have settled down, had a family, or would you have been two hermits in the middle of the wilderness somewhere, or what?"
"I dunno. I never really gave much thought to settling down with anyone 'til I met you, so whatever Father would've wanted, I guess. Why?"
Rodney had made a brief choking noise at this, and dipped into a silence so long that Iohannes thought he'd drifted off to sleep and tried to do the same.
He was only being honest, but he thinks by the way Rodney acts afterwards that, if the other man had ever had doubts about their relationship, they were gone after that. It makes Iohannes want to track down everyone who'd ever hurt his amator and teach them a lesson once he realizes this, but he settles for saving the last muffin for him at breakfast the next morning. He's not certain, but he thinks Rodney would appreciate this sentiment better anyway.