basil/beetle/bug (he/they) - 22 - new zealander - a self ship/fandom blog (currently mostly running via queue) - just a guy who is overly invested in to many space-based shows and has a lot of pretty boy blorbos - still a nick burkhardt apologist and juliette silverton's rights activist, despite it all (somehow) - blog was established sometime in 2015
Summary: John is easily distracted, Rodney is not having it.
[A/N] Yeah, I did write this purely to not waste the opening line/title? What about it?
'Ground control to Major John.' Rodney sang sarcastically, waving a hand in front of John's eyes. ‘Hello? Anybody home?’
‘What?’ John asked, distractedly. ‘I’m listening.’
‘Liar.’ Rodney mumbled, as he turned around slightly to see what John had been absentmindedly focused on.
His eyes landed on Fern, who was sitting at a nearby table scribbling furiously into a small notebook.
Sensing they were being watched, Fern looked up at Rodney. Then, as they met his gaze, Fern’s face creased into a smile and they waved enthusiastically at him.
‘Oh, I see.’ Rodney groaned. ‘Well, that explains it.’
Summary: John is easily distracted, Rodney is not having it.
[A/N] Yeah, I did write this purely to not waste the opening line/title? What about it?
'Ground control to Major John.' Rodney sang sarcastically, waving a hand in front of John's eyes. ‘Hello? Anybody home?’
‘What?’ John asked, distractedly. ‘I’m listening.’
‘Liar.’ Rodney mumbled, as he turned around slightly to see what John had been absentmindedly focused on.
His eyes landed on Fern, who was sitting at a nearby table scribbling furiously into a small notebook.
Sensing they were being watched, Fern looked up at Rodney. Then, as they met his gaze, Fern’s face creased into a smile and they waved enthusiastically at him.
‘Oh, I see.’ Rodney groaned. ‘Well, that explains it.’
Summary: John is easily distracted, Rodney is not having it.
[A/N] Yeah, I did write this purely to not waste the opening line/title? What about it?
'Ground control to Major John.' Rodney sang sarcastically, waving a hand in front of John's eyes. ‘Hello? Anybody home?’
‘What?’ John asked, distractedly. ‘I’m listening.’
‘Liar.’ Rodney mumbled, as he turned around slightly to see what John had been absentmindedly focused on.
His eyes landed on Fern, who was sitting at a nearby table scribbling furiously into a small notebook.
Sensing they were being watched, Fern looked up at Rodney. Then, as they met his gaze, Fern’s face creased into a smile and they waved enthusiastically at him.
‘Oh, I see.’ Rodney groaned. ‘Well, that explains it.’
I'm to lazy to write the actual 'fic where Yarrow is kicked out of the hyperion but 'fine, then i'll fucking go on forced maternity leave then!' is killing me. (This is Yarrow to Angel btw.)
Summary: John is easily distracted, Rodney is not having it.
[A/N] Yeah, I did write this purely to not waste the opening line/title? What about it?
'Ground control to Major John.' Rodney sang sarcastically, waving a hand in front of John's eyes. ‘Hello? Anybody home?’
‘What?’ John asked, distractedly. ‘I’m listening.’
‘Liar.’ Rodney mumbled, as he turned around slightly to see what John had been absentmindedly focused on.
His eyes landed on Fern, who was sitting at a nearby table scribbling furiously into a small notebook.
Sensing they were being watched, Fern looked up at Rodney. Then, as they met his gaze, Fern’s face creased into a smile and they waved enthusiastically at him.
‘Oh, I see.’ Rodney groaned. ‘Well, that explains it.’
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