Dancing On Air
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Stargate: SG-1 › Stargate Atlantis
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Adult +
Chapters:
8
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2,377
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4
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Rodney, Michael, and Mindburning
“Rodney, get-out-of-HERE!!” Rodney’s head shot up, seeing his sister as a vengeful angel bearing down upon him with a wooden spoon. “Some of the cooks are unwilling to work if you come in here.” Rose finished pointedly. “If you want to talk to me, use our link, so I can work here, and you can work in your lab. Also, if you don’t leave now Rodney, I’m going to have to push you out.” She finished whisking the egg mixture for the frosting in a little bowl and put it down.
For the gala tonight, Dr. Weir had asked the staff to create a high class dining experience, complete with Athosian cuisine and the varied cuisines of Earth and what they knew of Genii delicacies. Rose, as the only person in the kitchen with skill making Earth deserts had been working for most of the day on a dessert to crown the dinner. Rodney was hanging around, and had been for the last half an hour trying to get a taste of it, as the last time that Rose’d made it was the day he received his PhD.
“All right!” Rodney threw up his hands, backing out of the door. He had no intention on ‘pathing her, he knew how bitchy Rose would get the closer it got to the gala that night. Already Genii guests were arriving, being shown around by pairs of Athosian and military guides.
Three hours until the gala, and Ronon was standing in the laundry, waiting for the military tailor to arrive. He was one of several men and women who had given the tailor orders for clothing for the gala, and he wanted to look the suit over before he picked Rose up fro tonight’s gala. Apparently, there would be mingling, followed by dinner, then dancing. She had told him during his lesson the day before that she would be wearing a earpiece, to help direct the servers. She was quite stressed, as he had noticed in the lines becoming increasingly apparent around her eyes.
He was worried about the pest, not that he’d admit it to her. Ronon grasped the plastic encased clothes that the tailor gave him, and left to go back to his rooms.
“Rodney, could you zip me up?” Rose yelled, and her brother came into her room, just across a small hallway from his, smiling at her.
“The black?” Rodney observedm then grasped the two sides of the back of the dress, pulled them together, and zipped them up. “Could you tie the bow on this?” He asked, giving his sister the limp piece of ribbon that was supposed to be tied around his neck. Her hands moved intricately, threading the ribbon around his neck and tied it up.
Rose stepped back, going to the reflective surface in her room and twirling. The full skirts flared out, and Rodney wondered how she’d managed to bring the designer gown to Atlantis.
“I asked Elizabeth to include this and several other gowns on the requisition list for the Daedelus. All of the civilian women gave their size, a brief sketch of what they wanted, and a little money, and the gowns and suits were brought back the last time the Daedalus was in port.” Rose smiled, and her brother smiled back, knowing that this would surely enliven the evening. “Now, big brother, hurry along over to Kate’s room Remember her? The woman you’re escorting to the gala?” Rodney nodded, leaving the room.
Rose smiled at the puppy-dog expression on her brother’s face before closing the door after him, and crossing to her dresser. From on top of it she lifted a small picture of her and a man, his eyes and her’s staring deepi into each other, his arm around her.
“Michael, Lady knows I miss you.”
Ronon knocked on the door, that particular piece of Terran manners having a parallel within Sateadean culture, he’d understood the need for it. The door whirred open right underneath his hand.
“Come in!” Rose’s voice wafted out from one of the rooms, following a waft of a pale scent upon the air.
Ronon followed the smell into a small room that looked out upon the waters beneath Atlantis. Looking around the chamber he saw the familiar strong face of Rose holding a small, rectangular object. He walked behind her, looking over her shoulder.
“Who is he?” Ronon indicated the blond man. “And why does he hold you.”
“His name is Michael.” Rose said, her voice sad. “He is my former husband.”
Ronon gaped. That was simply the best word for it. His eyes bulged, his Adam’s apple bobbed, and his jaw dropped.
“Husband?”
“Former husband. Michael could not stand sharing me with Rodney.” Rose smiled sadly, remembering the bittersweet argument. “He couldn’t stand knowing that Rodney and I were so close, couldn’t stand knowing that he and I are linked. He left me the summer before Rodney and I went to Antartica.”
“On Saetaeda, a man who did that would be hunted down by the partner’s family and challenged to single combat. Then, most likely, killed. To leave someone without doing it honorably, with mutual agreement is wrong.” Ronon stated, and Rose smiled grimly.
“Rodney mind-burned Michael.” Ronon blinked at Rose’s words. “Roddie hunted Michael down and took Michael’s ability to speak mind to mind away, sealing it permanently unless Roddie undoes it. Which I doubt he would.”
“Rodney McKay mindburned someone?” Ronon asked. “McKay who doesn’t like guns.”
“Yes. That Rodney.”
For the gala tonight, Dr. Weir had asked the staff to create a high class dining experience, complete with Athosian cuisine and the varied cuisines of Earth and what they knew of Genii delicacies. Rose, as the only person in the kitchen with skill making Earth deserts had been working for most of the day on a dessert to crown the dinner. Rodney was hanging around, and had been for the last half an hour trying to get a taste of it, as the last time that Rose’d made it was the day he received his PhD.
“All right!” Rodney threw up his hands, backing out of the door. He had no intention on ‘pathing her, he knew how bitchy Rose would get the closer it got to the gala that night. Already Genii guests were arriving, being shown around by pairs of Athosian and military guides.
Three hours until the gala, and Ronon was standing in the laundry, waiting for the military tailor to arrive. He was one of several men and women who had given the tailor orders for clothing for the gala, and he wanted to look the suit over before he picked Rose up fro tonight’s gala. Apparently, there would be mingling, followed by dinner, then dancing. She had told him during his lesson the day before that she would be wearing a earpiece, to help direct the servers. She was quite stressed, as he had noticed in the lines becoming increasingly apparent around her eyes.
He was worried about the pest, not that he’d admit it to her. Ronon grasped the plastic encased clothes that the tailor gave him, and left to go back to his rooms.
“Rodney, could you zip me up?” Rose yelled, and her brother came into her room, just across a small hallway from his, smiling at her.
“The black?” Rodney observedm then grasped the two sides of the back of the dress, pulled them together, and zipped them up. “Could you tie the bow on this?” He asked, giving his sister the limp piece of ribbon that was supposed to be tied around his neck. Her hands moved intricately, threading the ribbon around his neck and tied it up.
Rose stepped back, going to the reflective surface in her room and twirling. The full skirts flared out, and Rodney wondered how she’d managed to bring the designer gown to Atlantis.
“I asked Elizabeth to include this and several other gowns on the requisition list for the Daedelus. All of the civilian women gave their size, a brief sketch of what they wanted, and a little money, and the gowns and suits were brought back the last time the Daedalus was in port.” Rose smiled, and her brother smiled back, knowing that this would surely enliven the evening. “Now, big brother, hurry along over to Kate’s room Remember her? The woman you’re escorting to the gala?” Rodney nodded, leaving the room.
Rose smiled at the puppy-dog expression on her brother’s face before closing the door after him, and crossing to her dresser. From on top of it she lifted a small picture of her and a man, his eyes and her’s staring deepi into each other, his arm around her.
“Michael, Lady knows I miss you.”
Ronon knocked on the door, that particular piece of Terran manners having a parallel within Sateadean culture, he’d understood the need for it. The door whirred open right underneath his hand.
“Come in!” Rose’s voice wafted out from one of the rooms, following a waft of a pale scent upon the air.
Ronon followed the smell into a small room that looked out upon the waters beneath Atlantis. Looking around the chamber he saw the familiar strong face of Rose holding a small, rectangular object. He walked behind her, looking over her shoulder.
“Who is he?” Ronon indicated the blond man. “And why does he hold you.”
“His name is Michael.” Rose said, her voice sad. “He is my former husband.”
Ronon gaped. That was simply the best word for it. His eyes bulged, his Adam’s apple bobbed, and his jaw dropped.
“Husband?”
“Former husband. Michael could not stand sharing me with Rodney.” Rose smiled sadly, remembering the bittersweet argument. “He couldn’t stand knowing that Rodney and I were so close, couldn’t stand knowing that he and I are linked. He left me the summer before Rodney and I went to Antartica.”
“On Saetaeda, a man who did that would be hunted down by the partner’s family and challenged to single combat. Then, most likely, killed. To leave someone without doing it honorably, with mutual agreement is wrong.” Ronon stated, and Rose smiled grimly.
“Rodney mind-burned Michael.” Ronon blinked at Rose’s words. “Roddie hunted Michael down and took Michael’s ability to speak mind to mind away, sealing it permanently unless Roddie undoes it. Which I doubt he would.”
“Rodney McKay mindburned someone?” Ronon asked. “McKay who doesn’t like guns.”
“Yes. That Rodney.”