Disclaimer: SGA is the property of MGM, Robert C. Cooper and Brad Wright
Note: This takes place after the fifth season episode Tracker. I’ve made some tweeks from the first time I posted this (off-site), so hopefully the editing is a little tighter this time.
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If there was one thing Rodney wished he could do, it was to go get drunk. He still couldn’t believe he had done it. He had challenged Ronon for Jennifer, and Ronon accepted. Sure it wasn't a duel at mid-night kind of challenge, but still, it was against Ronon for god sake.
"I am so screwed." He lamented to him himself.
There’s just no way Keller was going to choose him over Ronon. After all look at Ronon, he was tall, strong, and athletic, where as Rodney was well . . . not.
Rodney started to go back to his quarters, but then abruptly turned around and went to one of his favorite secluded balconies. Now was definitely a time to be alone. The blackness of his mood radiated on his face as he walked by, causing others around him to walk just a little bit quicker.
Sheppard was one of the people he passed, but unlike the rest he didn’t quicken his pace to get away from Atlantis’s crustiest Canadian, instead he followed him.
By the time Sheppard met up with him, Rodney was already on the balcony and hunched over the railing. Rodney’s pose was one of defeat, and he couldn't see the spectacular sunset that reflected in the water before him.
Rodney jumped up suddenly and turned around. He tried to hide the look of guilt of being caught in a moment of emotional weakness, and failed.
"Colonel, um, no, I mean yes. Yes I'm fine." He crossed his arms in a defensive pose, jutting his chin out in defiance.
"Sure, I can see that." Sheppard casually walked up next to him, and leaned against the railing in such an effortlessly cool way that just for a second Rodney hated him too. "Come on, spill."
He considered turning around, and just going to his quarters after all, but in a moment of what he might have called stupidity, he talked.
"Ronon's got designs on Jennifer." Rodney's stormy and petulant frown changed. Sheppard could see that he had resigned himself to his inevitable defeat.
"So," Rodney replied. "So before, I at least had a slight chance with her. Now sure, you might think that a girl might want brains before bronze but in my experience that's rarely the case. She'll take one look at those arms, and forget all about…" He stopped, and trailed off before he referred to himself as ' the balding socially maladjusted scientist.'
"It would be nice you know, just once, for me to get the girl." He sighed, and looked over the water away from Sheppard. "I mean really, what is it that I can offer her?"
Though Sheppard’s relationship with Rodney was mostly friendly jabs and teasing, it was time for honesty. Baring his feelings always made Sheppard a little uncomfortable, and it took all he had not to make a crack or just simply walk away.
"You offered her life."
Rodney turned back to Sheppard, confusion on his face. "What?"
"When I ended up in the future, when I met the old you." He paused for a moment or two. "You didn't sacrifice 25 years of your life just so you could bring me back. Sure I was the missing piece to your puzzle, but I wasn't the reason, Keller was."
Rodney's look told Sheppard that he best continue with his point.
"In the other time line, you and Jennifer hooked up. From what you told me, it was the happiest time in your life, until she got sick. Over exposure to the Hoffen drug led to her getting cancer, you know the fatal kind. She made you promise not to try anything to get her back, but of course you did it anyways. You gave up your career, your friends, your family, and devoted your remaining life to figuring out a way to find me and bring me back, just to save her.”
John turned to look Rodney in the eyes, to make sure that he was getting all of it. “So don't tell me that you can't offer her anything."
Rodney turned away, afraid of all the touchy feelyness going on.
"We were together, and you never told me?" Rodney huffed, and then scowled again. "That's all well and dandy, but I can't really go up to Jen and say, 'choose me Jen, I'll re-order time if it means keeping you safe.' I mean, that's just a tad too arrogant, even for me."
John put his hand on Rodney's shoulder and made him look at him.
"All I'm saying is don't count your self out of the game just yet. You won her heart once. I'm sure, you know, if you try hard enough, you can do it again."
He then turned without another word and left Rodney to his own thoughts.
When Rodney was sure that Sheppard was well and truly gone, he turned back to the city and went to his room. Maybe John was right, maybe he shouldn't count himself out just yet. After all, Jennifer was brilliant, how much in common could she really have with a caveman?
He was moments away from his door, when he saw Ronon running around the corner, shirtless. He observed how all the women in the hall stopped walking, stopped talking and just stared at him, as if Ronon were some hunky star from Baywatch running in slow motion.
Oh yes, he was really competition against that.
"Please god, let there still be that scotch in my closet." He mumbled to no-one as he entered his room, and then locked the door. It was going to be a long night.