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SPOILERS for Sunday.
A/N – This is a short and hopefully sweet team moment that came to met last night. Please let me know what you think!
'It sounded so far away, I figured something'd come up, I'd be able to get out of it, but here we are a month later and ...' Rodney McKay, 'Sunday'.
"My golf gear finally arrived," John said, smiling happily as he set his lunch-tray down on the table.
Ronon and Teyla looked at him blankly, and he rolled his eyes good-naturedly as he sat down opposite them, next to Rodney.
"Golf is a game," he explained. "I used to play it a lot on Earth… when I had access to a course, obviously. I haven't played it properly in years…"
His voice trailed of wistfully and he started to unwrap his sandwich. "Anyway, Dr Watson had his clubs brought over on the Daedalus, so I ordered some," he said.
Rodney frowned at him. "How are you going to play golf here?" He asked. "Last time I checked we didn't have a course."
"The ocean makes a pretty decent driving range," John said, ignoring his snarkiness.
Rodney snorted. "Right – fifty points if you hit a whale," he said sarcastically.
John glared at him. "Just for that I'm going to aim for Sam," he said. Rodney rolled his eyes.
"And…" John paused significantly. "You don't get to use my clubs."
"I'm sure I'll survive," Rodney deadpanned. He stood up. "Well, time is money. Bye."
John watched him leave and then went back to his sandwich, rolling his eyes.
"So, this gulf –" Ronon began.
"Golf," John corrected.
Ronon shrugged. "Whatever," he said. "You any good at it?"
John tilted his head modestly. "I'm not bad," he said. "You can see for yourself when I show you how to play."
"You are going to show us?" Teyla asked.
John nodded enthusiastically. "Oh yeah," he said. "You have to learn golf."
"What do you have to do?" Ronon asked.
John sat back. "Well, you have a ball, and you use a club to hit it across a course until it ends up in a hole," he explained. "Your first shot you use a club called a driver, but there're loads of different kinds – wedges and irons and putters…"
Ronon and Teyla glanced at each other and both knew the other was sharing their thoughts – that golf sounded ridiculously boring.
"It's great fun," John said, not noticing their look. "It'll take you a while to get the hang of it, but –"
John stopped mid-sentence and tapped his earpiece.
"Sheppard here…" He frowned at whatever was being said on his radio and looked regretfully at the food on his tray. "Okay, I'll be right there." He stood up.
"Gotta go," he said. "But we've got that day off next Sunday – I'll teach you golf then."
Both Ronon and Teyla opened their mouths to give an excuse, but John wasn't paying attention to them. He re-packed his sandwich and stuffed it into his pocket.
"See you guys later," he said, before either could say a word. Then he was gone.
There was a moment's silence, then Ronon spoke.
"I think I'd rather write mission reports all day," he said. Both he and Teyla hated paperwork.
Teyla smiled and shook her head. "Do not worry," she said. "We have almost two weeks before next Sunday. I am sure something will come up."