"Absolutely not! I forbid it!"
John's left eyebrow quirked up, "Would you care to run that by me again?"
Crossing his arms, Rodney repeated, "You can't go out to dinner with Teyla! Don't you remember what she did to you last time? Thisis Teyla we're talking about. The Teyla. The Teyla that ripped your heart out in the coldest and most cruel way possible. The Teyla that almost completely turned you off of women. The Teyla that had you practically crying on my shoulder," McKay looked off to the side, in obvious thought, "…which precipitated our relationship. Hmm. Perhaps it's not such a bad idea for you to go out to dinner with her after all…"
"Rodney," John's voice held all the warning needed.
"I'm sorry, I forgot…getting back together with me was a ridiculous idea!"
Shaking his head, Sheppard continued walking into his bedroom, Rodney following close behind. "And I wasn't crying on your shoulder."
"I said practically."
"Well, if you're going to continue telling that to people, be sure to emphasize the 'practically', got it?"
"Yes, yes. Wouldn't want you to lose any macho points, would we?"
"I'd appreciate it."
Rodney disappeared, only to return several minutes later with a cup of coffee, and a pensive, faraway look in his eyes. "Are you actually going to go to dinner with her?"
"McKay, I told her I would."
"What do you think she wants from you?"
"That's what I want to find out," John answered, sitting down on his bed and removing his shoes.
"What exactly did she say when the two of you talked?"
Sighing, he answered, "She asked about you, me, and Carson. Then she asked about you and me…as in 'us'. Asked if I was seeing anyone, and then if I still liked men and women. When I told her I was single and still playing on both fields, she seemed excited and asked me to dinner."
"Definitely sounds like she wants to re-enter a relationship. You have to be strong, John. Call her up and cancel."
"First off, I don't have her number so I can't just call and cancel. Second, I'm not in any trouble of falling for her again."
"Oh? And why not?"
"She's not really my type anymore."
Taking another drink of his coffee, Rodney replied, "Ah yes, I almost forgot. You've developed a taste for deities."
With the allusion to Ronon, John's thoughts immediately went to his class. He had to find out why Ronon had attended the lecture, but had left right before John could speak to him.
Idiotic as it may be, for some reason, the image of being hunted by the sex god came to mind.
A slow stalking.
Approach and retreat, so that the prey was off balance.
And the prey certainly was off balance.
He really wished he could talk to Rodney about this, but that was out of the question; not in Rodney's current mood.
No, Sheppard would have to wait until this business with Teyla was done, and he had a better understanding of what was going on with Ronon.
Then he could tell Rodney, and watch the fireworks.