Title: Orange Kleptomania
Author: bluedrgn52
Pairing: McShep
Rating: R for language and suggested content. *wink wink, nudge nudge*
Spoilers: Umm. For the first episode. I think that's about it.
Word count: 596 (OMG, I wrote something under 1000 words. HOLY crap.)
Summary/Warnings: contains really strongly suggested McShep? Is that really a warning though?
Antarctica:
When John saw the shock of orange on the man, he wondered where he found the shirt at. Perhaps a hunting store. And who in their right mind would wear that colour in the middle of the Antarctic? On the up side, if the man managed to go outside in the middle of a snow storm, they'd surely find him. It took him a minute to realize he was being addressed. He turned to the man he had been talking to as the man in orange turned the corner. Two hours later when he saw the shirt laying on the back of a chair, he thought about taking it. He paced around. He had a problem with stealing in his past, but it hadn't taken anything in over ten years. As he heard the man coming back in, he couldn't help himself. He grabbed the shirt and ran.
Atlantis:
Rodney always wondered what had happened to his orange fleece. It was really quite warm and he had fully intended to bring it with him to Atlantis. He had washed it in hypoallergenic soap and it had been stretched perfectly. Now he had to settle with a new one and it was blue. His least favourite colour because everyone always told him how much it brought out his eyes. He's rather just hide. He thought he hid rather well in orange. At least he blinded people when they looked at him and it made the morons afraid to approach him due to said orange blindness. Though it did remind him of his citrus allergy…so maybe it wasn't such a huge loss after all.
A cold planet six years later:
"I bet you wish you had that hideous orange jacket you wore when you were in Antarctica." John said to Rodney, and received a death glare in return.
"I can't believe you remember that. I had planned on bringing it, but then it disappeared." Rodney said frowning.
"Actualllllly…" John started.
"You know who took my fleece?" Rodney said standing up.
"I do." John said, picking up a stick in the cave and pushing it around on the cold dirt floor.
"Who?" Rodney asked, "I'll skin them alive and steal their fleece."
"I don't think you'd want to do that." John said, standing up and grabbing Rodney's wrist.
"Why not? I loved that jacket." Rodney said pouting, relaxing into John's grip.
"I still have it." John said. "It's in my closet."
"YOU stole it?!" Rodney squawked.
"I couldn't help myself." John said. "It compelled me to take it."
"Are you a kleptomaniac John?" Rodney asked.
"Perhaps a little. Or maybe I really like the colour orange." John said grinning widely.
"I want it back." Rodney said, leaning into John a little.
"Of course you do. I'll give it back to you later. When we're in my room." John said, wrapping his hand around Rodney's elbow and pulling him in closer. "Perhaps you can wear it when we get back. Then whenever you wear it after that, I'll have no choice but to think of you doing dirty things to me wearing it."
"That's not a half bad idea Colonel." Rodney said.
Leaning together in the dark cave, waiting rescue from Teyla and Ronon, the men kissed, Rodney's thoughts of skinning the thief alive had left him only to be replaced on how much he could fuck John into the mattress while wearing it.
"Do you have anything else that's mine?" Rodney asked when they broke apart.
"I guess you'll just have to wait and see." John said grinning.