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Title: Double Bed
Author name: Icarus
Author email: firstname.lastname@example.org
Sub Category: Humor
Summary: John found himself putting away toys and projects, cleaning up like their movie night was a major event.
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 generous.
Author notes: Shalott's A Beautiful Lifetime Event envisions a universe so complete and compelling I think everyone gets fanfic bunnies from it. (Pesky things.) This is somewhere in the middle of the story, after John and Rodney have started sleeping in the same bed (if nothing more). Shallot gave the okay for the riff on her story, FYI.
"Shhh!" Rodney hissed at him. "I just got her to sleep."
"There's a first for everything," Rodney nodded, practically beaming.
John continued more quietly, because an evening with Hyp asleep was a rare treasure, "I've invited some of the guys over for Friday movie night, if that's alright with you."
Rodney shrugged. "Sure." He looked around the room, his eyes somewhat dazzled. "God, I almost don't know what to do with myself. Hours free. I could get to work on that algorithm or..."
"Or," John interrupted, "we could play video games!"
Rodney pointed at John with a gesture like firing a gun. "I like the way you think."
~*~*~Hyp was allowed to attend their movie nights and usually did, falling asleep with her head in John's lap, so that kept the selection to PG-13 (or a very mild R, vetted by Rodney to avoid John's 'low standards' and 'high tolerance for violence,' and he couldn't believe Rodney had nixed the Road Runner cartoons; those were classics). But it still left a lot of great flicks. Having an extra night off during the week, and people -- adult conversation that had nothing to do with work! -- made it seem like a party. Even if they used to do this all the time. John didn't have any regrets about having Hyp, not at all, but he did miss certain things.
He found himself putting away toys and projects, cleaning up like this was a major event.
"Hey, I was working on that!" Hyp complained as he stuffed a computer panel in the cupboard; she sounded scarily like Rodney.
"You can get it back down later," John explained remorselessly.
Then he stood in the middle of the livingroom, hands on his hips, and scanned it like a war zone, looking for traps or things people might step on. Stuff he and Rodney knew were important to Hyp but someone else might not.
That's when he caught sight of his own room. The door was slightly ajar. The bed carefully made. Pillows flat with gravity. Everything completely neat and clean.
It looked like a guest bedroom.
John suddenly realized it was obvious where he slept. And he had Lorne and a few Marines coming over. Eyes wide, John grabbed a pair of sneakers from the hall closet and tossed them at the foot of the bed, then pulled down the covers and unmade it, squashing the pillows.
Rodney peered in from the doorway, looking somewhat amused as he frowned in confusion. "What are you doing?" he said with a half-smothered snort of laughter.
John rubbed a sleeve along a dusty table. "I don't want people to get the wrong idea."
"By which you mean the right idea."
"The right idea, wrong interpretation." John looked up at him meaningfully.
"Right." Rodney watched him thoughtfully for a moment. "You'll probably want to get your dirty underwear off the floor in my room then. Dead giveaway."
John made a frustrated sound. "You could help. They'll be here in, like, ten minutes."
"Oh, but it's far more entertaining to watch you panic." Rodney smirked at him.
John leaned both arms on his bed and paused. "This doesn't bother you?"
"I've never much cared what people think," Rodney said with a little shrug. "Besides, we've been sharing quarters for years, we have a daughter, what do you think people assume?"
John slumped and sank to sit on the bed, recognizing that Rodney was probably right. He stared straight ahead and whimpered, "But it's not true."
Rodney rolled his eyes. "They think that, and yet they're still coming over to watch 'Every Which Way But Loose' with us. What does that tell you?"
"That it's a great movie?" John quipped. Though he got Rodney's point. It obviously didn't make a difference to his men, so why should it matter?
"Also," Rodney began, and John could see the glint of laughter in Rodney's eyes, the slightly mean-spirited humor that was usually directed at his most ignorant and green scientists on their first missions in the field, "You could always simply lock the door."