Summary – Shooting Rodney in the leg wasn't as easy as they made it sound… Humour ficlet
Rating – PG
Disclaimer – I don't own them, if I did there would be far more deleted scenes
The Agonies of ChoiceJohn could honestly say that in his long military career he had never had a conversation like this one.
"Thigh?" he suggested and Rodney looked appalled.
"Hello! I am not a medical doctor but I am certain that there is a main artery in the thigh. If something went wrong then I would bleed to death in under fifteen minutes."
John rolled his eyes and decided not to point out that they were less than thirty seconds away from medical assistance.
"Knee?" he offered and instantly regretted it, Rodney's horrified expression said everything.
"Shin?" he proposed half-heartedly.
Rodney wrinkled his nose. "I don't know… Aren't there supposed to be problems with shooting someone in the shin, because of the bone?"
John pinched the bridge of his nose. "Ankle?" he gritted out and Rodney's voice grew high and slightly panic-stricken.
"Oh, I don't think so. You shoot me in the ankle and I'm crippled for life. I need ankles to walk!"
"Rodney," John snapped, exasperated. "If the shield doesn't work it's going to hurt no matter where I shoot you. Now, do you trust the shield or don't you?"
Rodney hesitated and then nodded. "Do."
John nodded. "Right then." He pulled his gun and fired before Rodney could even voice a protest.
The bullet bounced off harmlessly and Rodney's eyes glowed.
"Cool," he breathed.
And clearly John had created a monster because Rodney's immediate next action was to grab his arm and drag him towards the control room, babbling something about balconies.