Downtime, Atlantis Style: John Vs Rodney
Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fan fiction, and as such is for fan enjoyment only. All recognizable characters/settings are the property of their respective owners. No copyright infringement is intended, and no profit is made. Nope, not mine sadly. I only own the virtual!versions... and I'm not 100% certain that they even belong to me really. *epic sad face*
Summary: A response to Shadows-of Realm and theicemenace's Downtime challenge.
Central Character(s): John and Rodney
Category (ies): Friendship
Placement: Probably Season Three.
Rating: Strictly PG.
Spoilers: Totally spoiler free baby!
A/N: This has been a long time coming but here it is in all it's glory. I won't lie – it was tough to write just 300 words but I did it! Score one for me!
Sheppard clung to the wall, panting like he'd run a marathon. His balance was all wrong, he knew, but he just couldn't seem to stay on his feet without holding onto something stable. He carefully wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead as he tried to suss out his next move.
His fist clenched tightly around the stick he held in his left hand as he tried to right himself. He was a grown man for crying out loud! Surely he could stay upright for more than ten seconds? Before he could berate himself further, a small black disc went shooting past his ear and into the soft net behind him.
He spun around at the sound and lost his precious handhold on the wall. There was a loud thump as he connected solidly with the floor followed by a muffled curse and laughter.
"Shut up, McKay," he growled, trying and failing to look dignified from his ungainly position on the floor.
"What's the matter, Sheppard?" called Rodney as he bent down to help his team-mate up and retrieved the puck with an easy grace.
Sheppard glowered enviously at his team-mate. This had seemed like a good idea when he'd agreed to it but now he was regretting every second. He hastily scrabbled at the wall.
"Seriously, have you never played roller hockey before?"
John grumbled something under his breath about Canadians and weird pastimes, which only served to make Rodney's grin larger.
"Aw, c'mon, Colonel, don't be a cry baby. I'll go easy on ya," McKay taunted as he sent the puck whizzing past Sheppard's ear again.
John instinctively ducked… and promptly lost his footing again. Downtime when Rodney got to choose what they did was no fun, he decided as he landed squarely on his butt again.
There ya go, Shadows – as promised (even with the stupidly long delay!). :p