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Rating: G
Pairing: McShep, implied Stackham.
A drabbly thing fordarkmoon711's userpics meme. Inspired by this icon:
"But on Earth it would be Valentine's Day, Major," Aiden reminded him, aghast. Beside him, Teyla cocked her head and pouted quizzically. "Teyla did and she doesn't even know what Valentine's Day is! In fact - she got, like, twelve. And a post it note. There has to be someone... I mean - even Kavanagh got a card, this morning, Sir! "
"Has anyone seen Stackhouse and Markham?" Bates demanded stomping up to their table and scowling suspiciously when they all shook their heads.
The question had been, 'had they seen them', not, 'Do you know where they are and if they're making like small, fluffy bunnies?'. To which most of the third floor was pretty sure they did have a damn good idea of the answer.
Bates huffed and stomped over to ask the anthropologists.
"Really, Sir... Isn't there anyone? On the whole base?"
John picked up his coffee, "I'm not a romantic," he protested, smiling behind the mug and hoping the flower petals sprinkled over Rodney's bed wouldn't bring him out in a rash.
A sequel can be found here
Rating: G
Pairing: McShep, implied Stackham.
A drabbly thing for
darkmoon711's userpics meme. Inspired by this icon:"But on Earth it would be Valentine's Day, Major," Aiden reminded him, aghast. Beside him, Teyla cocked her head and pouted quizzically. "Teyla did and she doesn't even know what Valentine's Day is! In fact - she got, like, twelve. And a post it note. There has to be someone... I mean - even Kavanagh got a card, this morning, Sir! "
"Has anyone seen Stackhouse and Markham?" Bates demanded stomping up to their table and scowling suspiciously when they all shook their heads.
The question had been, 'had they seen them', not, 'Do you know where they are and if they're making like small, fluffy bunnies?'. To which most of the third floor was pretty sure they did have a damn good idea of the answer.
Bates huffed and stomped over to ask the anthropologists.
"Really, Sir... Isn't there anyone? On the whole base?"
John picked up his coffee, "I'm not a romantic," he protested, smiling behind the mug and hoping the flower petals sprinkled over Rodney's bed wouldn't bring him out in a rash.
A sequel can be found here