Summary – There was definitely groping, John… Gen, 150 words

Rating – PG

Disclaimer - Owning SGA would be the cherry on top of the sundae that is my life, alas my sundae has melted – mourns –

Selective Vision

Rodney claps his hands. "Okay. If Sheppard's done being groped, can we head back to Atlantis now?"

John stares. "What? There was definitely no gropage."

Rodney stared at him. "Okay, Firstly 'gropage'? Who do you think you are, Buffy? And secondly there was definitely groping."

John opens his mouth to protest but Ronon's nodding too and it would be nice that they were bonding if it wasn't over this.

So he turns to Teyla, his lifeline, and she smiles diplomatically. "I agree that you appeared to be attracting… some extra attention, Colonel Sheppard.

And John glares at his team who are all bonding over non-existent gropage and, oh God, he really is Buffy.

"Don't you think I would have noticed if there was groping?" he points out, hotly and Rodney smiles at him, his face a mix of sympathy, amusement and awe.

"You really never see it coming, do you?"