MGM owns SGA. I do not.
Written for Shadows-of-Realm and theicemenace's Downtime challenge.
300 on the nose.
Downtime had never come easy for Rodney. His mind was always working overtime, always thinking about what to do, how to do it and what to do next. Even as a child he was kept up at night as his mind raced out of control.
So downtime was something different for him, when it came around. It was working eight hours instead of twelve, or reading a paper that wasn't drivel instead of triple checking the results of routine experiments.
In Pegasus, of course, downtime had come to mean he wasn't being depended on to save the day, or wasn't running for his life or wasn't trying to solve a dozen ridiculously complex problems at once.
"That feels so nice," he mumbled to his companion. He slowly opened one eye and saw Jennifer at the other end of the tub, lazily running her right foot up and down the outside of his left thigh. She smiled and he closed his eye again.
They were doing what he considered the ultimate downtime for them both- sharing a nice, warm bubble bath.
He felt the water swish around the tub, and then sighed when Jennifer's hands found his ankles and began caressing up his legs.
'Sheppard to McKay.'
He ignored the call.
'McKay come in.'
Jennifer's hands slid past his knees and…
'Sheppard to McKay.'
He reached for his comm. and barked into it, "Leave me alone, Sheppard!"
He tossed it aside and waited for Jennifer to continue. But she didn't.
His eyes flew open and water splashed out onto the floor as he quickly sat up in his tub. It took only second for him to realize it had been a dream- a glorious dream- but a dream nonetheless.
He eased himself back into the tub and thought, I hate downtime.