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Title: Class A's
Author name: Icarus
Author email: icarus_ancalion@yahoo.com
Category: Slash
Sub Category: Humor
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: John/Rodney
Summary: The first time he'd put on the Class As for Rodney he'd had to have them dry cleaned an hour later.
DISCLAIMER: The characters and universe contained in this story are Copyright MGM, Showtime, Gekko, Double Secret. No infringement on their copyright is implied. Copyright 2006 All rights reserved. This story may not be reproduced in whole or part without the author's explicit permission. Ask, guys. I'm easy to reach and usually quite generous.
Author notes: Just a little comment fic for 2010 by Pentapus. She and I started talking about what John would have worn for Rodney's presentation, and how hot the Air Force uniform is.


Class A's
By Icarus

Getting dressed for the award ceremony, John winced at himself in the hotel's huge ornate mirror, tugging his jacket down to smooth it. The nice thing about uniforms was the anonymity. You just... disappeared... into a sea of blue. Except for the smirk, John could be anybody. Then he pulled on the hat, because his hair gave him away every time, though he set it at the angle that had always made his captain growl, "You should look like they just ironed you. Straighten that hat, Sheppard."

But it just didn't feel right when it was on straight. They never wore it like that in the World War II movies.

Rodney's voice came around the corner of the bathroom. "If you're done primping yet, colonel...oh. Oh." Rodney's eyes went wide in the mirror behind him. "You're wearing that."

"What else would I wear?"

Rodney and Zelenka were being awarded the Nobel Prize for Christsakes. Although John was used to this reaction. The first time he'd put on the Class As for Rodney he'd had to have them dry cleaned an hour later. Certain kinds of stains were hard to get out.

Rodney blinked and said defensively, "Not that I'm into gratuitous emblems of authority mind, but oh, stand next to me for all the pictures, will you? A little bit behind me? This'll teach Jeannie for calling you scruffy."

John's face fell. "Hey...."


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