Word Count: 116
Prompt: Suggested by armageddon-incarnate: despair
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As Rodney watched the American flag covered box lowered into the ground he reflected upon the man who lay inside it.
He had never liked John Sheppard. From the first time he laid eyes on that knowing smirk and that gravity defying hair, Rodney had known that he would never like him.
Of course, they worked together closely...constantly...under the most extreme conditions in the most stressful of circumstances, but that didn't mean he liked him
Even now, watching as the body of his comrade, teammate and sometimes confidant was lowered into the waiting embrace of the cold Earth, Rodney couldn't claim that he liked him.
No. He didn't like John Sheppard. Not at all.
But he did love him.
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A/N:Did I just write something that could be construed as slightly slashy in nature? I think I kinda did.
Dear God...my mother will have a heart attack.