Notice: This was written quickly and was not beta'ed. Please forgive any idiotic mistakes, thank you.
Warning: This drabble is somewhat slashy.
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Rodney was not in love with John Sheppard. He wasn't quite sure where people got this idea, but he did. Not. Want. To. Know. He could, maybe, understand some of the woman coming up with this idea to amuse themselves - personally, he thought that if they were going to "couple" two males, it should be Ronon and Sheppard, but that was completely beside the point. However, even Zelenka was staring amusedly at him and Sheppard and saying that they made a very cute couple:
"No, no, I think it is very cute the way John is protective of you. Hmm, that must make your offworld adventures very interesting. And it does explain why he visits the infirmary so often. Beckett complains of it often, you know. But no, no, I have no problem with it. ..You might want to avoid the muscles, though, yes?"
Rodney was not in love with the man. He liked leggy and voluptuous blondes who had brains; not tall, lean, brunets with quirky smiles and very moveable eyebrows and strategically placed leg hostlers and-. Oh. Okay, well, maybe he wasn't completely adverse to the idea. That didn't mean a thing, though. Besides, Sheppard was so obviously a Kirk. Remember Chaya and the woman in the not-Atlantis who wanted his babies? And Rodney was not jealous of those women because he was not in love with Jo-Sheppard.
He was, however, in love with Sam Carter, the blonde who, regrettably, did not know how to use her eyebrows in subtle, little signals; or didn't have those quirky, yet annoyingly adorable smiles meant just for him; and really, she didn't like the leg hostlers like he did.
Alright; he was maybe, just a little bit, in love with John. But he wasn't telling.