Team Night Aftermath (Gen, Team) G
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lilyleia78Title: Team Night Aftermath
Fandom: SGA
Pairing: None, team gen
Rating: G
Note: I started this for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
starandrea's puppy pile meme and then dusted it off for fox1013's gen battle. Because, as you are probably tired of hearing, I hate thinking of titles, my prompts became by title - team night, aftermath.
Summary: They looked cozy, John decided.
Team Night Aftermath
John couldn’t have said, later, exactly what it was that woke him. Maybe it was simply that the movie stopped and silence reigned. Silence had been a commodity in short supply over the last week and a half, so it was entirely possible that the absence of noise was what had popped him out of slumber and into the darkness of Rodney’s quarters.
There was no moment of disorientation, too many years in the service, too many instances of waking on strange worlds, in strange beds. John just woke up, instantly aware that he was safe and that his team was close. He took a moment to stretch, luxuriating in the feel of having the couch all to himself. And wasn’t it a testament to how bad he must have looked that no one, not even Rodney, had tried to force him to share the couch on their much-delayed team movie night?
John smiled at this unspoken form of affection from his team and glanced down at the floor, where the team in question formed a tangled, sleeping pile. Surprisingly, it appeared that Ronon had given into the lure of sleep first. Second, John reminded himself, since he had obviously been the first to give in. At any rate, the order in which the others had succumbed was evident in the pattern of cluster.
Ronon was sprawled facedown across the area between the screen and the couch, and that was a pretty impressive sight to see. Years as a Runner had taught him how to make himself small and invisible, even in sleep, and it was a tribute to his friends that he felt safe enough to stretch out with them. John doubted Rodney actually appreciated it though, since it meant that there was literally no room for anyone else to sit comfortably.
Instead, Rodney had lain parallel to the couch, his legs thrown over Ronon’s, their bodies making a neat 45 degree angle. Teyla had taken the path of least resistance and settled in between her teammates, head resting in the middle of Ronon’s back, knees bent over Rodney’s stomach, feet tucked snugly under the couch.
They looked cozy, John decided. He rolled off the couch into the small pocket of space created by his team’s intersecting bodies. He squirmed around until he was surrounded on all sides by his friends, his created family, touching each of them. He’d probably pay for sleeping this way in the morning, but it would be worth it. Besides, Rodney’d probably complain enough for both of them. With that pleasant thought in his head, John drifted back to sleep.
**
The complete list of my Stargate Atlantis fiction can be found here.
Fandom: SGA
Pairing: None, team gen
Rating: G
Note: I started this for
starandrea's puppy pile meme and then dusted it off for fox1013's gen battle. Because, as you are probably tired of hearing, I hate thinking of titles, my prompts became by title - team night, aftermath.Summary: They looked cozy, John decided.
Team Night Aftermath
John couldn’t have said, later, exactly what it was that woke him. Maybe it was simply that the movie stopped and silence reigned. Silence had been a commodity in short supply over the last week and a half, so it was entirely possible that the absence of noise was what had popped him out of slumber and into the darkness of Rodney’s quarters.
There was no moment of disorientation, too many years in the service, too many instances of waking on strange worlds, in strange beds. John just woke up, instantly aware that he was safe and that his team was close. He took a moment to stretch, luxuriating in the feel of having the couch all to himself. And wasn’t it a testament to how bad he must have looked that no one, not even Rodney, had tried to force him to share the couch on their much-delayed team movie night?
John smiled at this unspoken form of affection from his team and glanced down at the floor, where the team in question formed a tangled, sleeping pile. Surprisingly, it appeared that Ronon had given into the lure of sleep first. Second, John reminded himself, since he had obviously been the first to give in. At any rate, the order in which the others had succumbed was evident in the pattern of cluster.
Ronon was sprawled facedown across the area between the screen and the couch, and that was a pretty impressive sight to see. Years as a Runner had taught him how to make himself small and invisible, even in sleep, and it was a tribute to his friends that he felt safe enough to stretch out with them. John doubted Rodney actually appreciated it though, since it meant that there was literally no room for anyone else to sit comfortably.
Instead, Rodney had lain parallel to the couch, his legs thrown over Ronon’s, their bodies making a neat 45 degree angle. Teyla had taken the path of least resistance and settled in between her teammates, head resting in the middle of Ronon’s back, knees bent over Rodney’s stomach, feet tucked snugly under the couch.
They looked cozy, John decided. He rolled off the couch into the small pocket of space created by his team’s intersecting bodies. He squirmed around until he was surrounded on all sides by his friends, his created family, touching each of them. He’d probably pay for sleeping this way in the morning, but it would be worth it. Besides, Rodney’d probably complain enough for both of them. With that pleasant thought in his head, John drifted back to sleep.
**
The complete list of my Stargate Atlantis fiction can be found here.
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Date: 2009-02-19 11:57 am (UTC)and seeing as how there's no room left - I call the couch *g*
Nice "teaminess"
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Date: 2009-02-20 12:03 am (UTC)on top ofbetween John and Rodney!Thanks.
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Date: 2009-02-19 01:44 pm (UTC)I particularly love the way John's consideration of Rodney's future complains has double meaning: he can say he's not sleeping in the middle for himself, he's doing it to annoy Rodney, but we all know he *is* doing it for himself and so there's also the interpretation that he's willing to let Rodney literally complain *for* him--Rodney is his voice, and it's a pleasant thought :)
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Date: 2009-02-22 02:26 am (UTC)I really enjoyed all the puppy piles so much that I wanted one for each fandom, which means that (eventually) you'll get an SG-1 one as well.
One of the things I love about John and Rodney is the way that Rodney speaks his mind, so that John can be the mature diplomat and Rodney can call everyone an idiot for them both.
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Date: 2009-02-20 11:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-22 02:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-20 12:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-22 02:15 am (UTC)Thanks.
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Date: 2009-02-21 05:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-22 02:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-05 01:53 pm (UTC)Puppy pile Team = one big ♥
Thank you! :)
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Date: 2011-06-07 12:07 am (UTC)