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Fic: People Know Me (Stargate Atlantis, John, girl!Rodney)
Title: People Know Me
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing(s): John, girl!Rodney
Word Count: 253
Rating: PG
Summary: She reminds him of somebody else he knows.
Notes: Spoilers up to episode 3:8 - McKay And Mrs Miller. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
monanotlisa; an alternate outtake of Meredith.
John can't help but stare at the woman who climbs out of the machine. When McKay had sent him down here to keep an eye on things while he went to lunch (and by "things," John is pretty sure he means Zelenka), he had been sure nothing was going to happen - must have been sure, to pass on the job to anyone less qualified than he (read: everyone).
He had been wrong. John reminds himself to make a mental note. Better yet, a physical one.
She's pretty, he thinks; curly brown hair that reminds him a little of McKay's sister.
"Hi," he says finally, because he's pretty sure he's supposed to say something here. "I'm John."
"Meredith," the woman says, not quite smiling. John's own smile slips from his face.
"What is it?" she asked, concerned, and he makes an effort to smile again.
"It's nothing," he says, waving it away. "It's just ... I know someone called Meredith, is all. Well, sort of."
She looks interested at this, and now John's smile is genuine again.
"Is she pretty?" Meredith asks, and John has to make an effort not to choke on his next breath.
"Not as pretty as you," he manages finally. She looks pleased, in a vaguely condescending way; like she couldn't possibly expect too much of him, but it's nice that he made an effort. That, too, reminds him of McKay, and he pushes the thought away.
"So," he says, trying to clear his head. "Can I take you to lunch?"
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing(s): John, girl!Rodney
Word Count: 253
Rating: PG
Summary: She reminds him of somebody else he knows.
Notes: Spoilers up to episode 3:8 - McKay And Mrs Miller. For
monanotlisa; an alternate outtake of Meredith.John can't help but stare at the woman who climbs out of the machine. When McKay had sent him down here to keep an eye on things while he went to lunch (and by "things," John is pretty sure he means Zelenka), he had been sure nothing was going to happen - must have been sure, to pass on the job to anyone less qualified than he (read: everyone).
He had been wrong. John reminds himself to make a mental note. Better yet, a physical one.
She's pretty, he thinks; curly brown hair that reminds him a little of McKay's sister.
"Hi," he says finally, because he's pretty sure he's supposed to say something here. "I'm John."
"Meredith," the woman says, not quite smiling. John's own smile slips from his face.
"What is it?" she asked, concerned, and he makes an effort to smile again.
"It's nothing," he says, waving it away. "It's just ... I know someone called Meredith, is all. Well, sort of."
She looks interested at this, and now John's smile is genuine again.
"Is she pretty?" Meredith asks, and John has to make an effort not to choke on his next breath.
"Not as pretty as you," he manages finally. She looks pleased, in a vaguely condescending way; like she couldn't possibly expect too much of him, but it's nice that he made an effort. That, too, reminds him of McKay, and he pushes the thought away.
"So," he says, trying to clear his head. "Can I take you to lunch?"