Rodney was sitting alone at one of the white linen-draped tables, eating stuffed mushrooms off the tray he’s stolen from one of the waiters. He’d been drinking, what felt like a vast amount, but the table kept getting cleaned off and he had no idea how many he was up to.
What on earth had possessed him to come to Jeannie’s wedding?
They’d almost come to blows over it, Rodney and his sister. He disapproved of the groom, who was a mere English teacher, and he disapproved of Jeannie embracing a life of wifely servitude over the scholarly successes she could’ve had in aeronautics and astrophysics. In the end she’d bullied him into being there for her big day.
Jeannie and the absurdly named Kaleb were out on the dance floor, moving slowly together as the band played.
So tonight I'll ask the stars above "How did I ever win your love?" What did I do? What did I say? To turn your angel eyes my way?
It was a schmaltzy song, and the way Jeannie and Kaleb were looking at each other they should’ve been starring in one of those endless series of romcoms the Hallmark channel. They were all heart eyes and affectionate grins, and Rodney was jealous as hell.
Would anyone ever look at him that way? Like he was the best, most important person in the world? Would anyone willingly choose to spend the rest of their life with him, in sickness and in health?
It seemed unlikely. Rodney knew he was difficult, knew he put the work first above everything. If he couldn’t make room for someone else, why would they do the same for him?
“You’re sulking.” Gram sat next to Rodney, tossing her cane up on the table with a clank and the rattle of glasses.
“No I’m not. I’m eating.” Rodney popped another mushroom in his mouth in demonstration. He wasn’t sure he even liked mushrooms.
Gram took the tray and moved it to the other side of the table.
“You’ll find yours,” she said, no uncertainty in her voice at all.
“You have to say that. You’re the grandma.”
Gram jabbed him in the shoulder with one knobby, arthritic finger. “I say it because I know it. You have a big heart, Rodney. It’ll just take the right person to find it.”
“Sure.”
“In the meantime, this is your sister’s big day. Get that puss off your face and pretend to be happy for her.”
Rodney didn’t bother saying he was happy for Jeannie, even though he was. Happy, and angry, and jealous. For a long time, it had been the two of them against the world. Those days were over now.
Well, he was better off on his own anyone. He was going to make the greatest innovations the science world had ever seen, and he was going to win the Nobel Prize, and it hardly mattered if he’d have anyone to share the moment with him.
Fill 1/1 (800): Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay + OC
What on earth had possessed him to come to Jeannie’s wedding?
They’d almost come to blows over it, Rodney and his sister. He disapproved of the groom, who was a mere English teacher, and he disapproved of Jeannie embracing a life of wifely servitude over the scholarly successes she could’ve had in aeronautics and astrophysics. In the end she’d bullied him into being there for her big day.
Jeannie and the absurdly named Kaleb were out on the dance floor, moving slowly together as the band played.
So tonight I'll ask the stars above
"How did I ever win your love?"
What did I do?
What did I say?
To turn your angel eyes my way?
It was a schmaltzy song, and the way Jeannie and Kaleb were looking at each other they should’ve been starring in one of those endless series of romcoms the Hallmark channel. They were all heart eyes and affectionate grins, and Rodney was jealous as hell.
Would anyone ever look at him that way? Like he was the best, most important person in the world? Would anyone willingly choose to spend the rest of their life with him, in sickness and in health?
It seemed unlikely. Rodney knew he was difficult, knew he put the work first above everything. If he couldn’t make room for someone else, why would they do the same for him?
“You’re sulking.” Gram sat next to Rodney, tossing her cane up on the table with a clank and the rattle of glasses.
“No I’m not. I’m eating.” Rodney popped another mushroom in his mouth in demonstration. He wasn’t sure he even liked mushrooms.
Gram took the tray and moved it to the other side of the table.
“You’ll find yours,” she said, no uncertainty in her voice at all.
“You have to say that. You’re the grandma.”
Gram jabbed him in the shoulder with one knobby, arthritic finger. “I say it because I know it. You have a big heart, Rodney. It’ll just take the right person to find it.”
“Sure.”
“In the meantime, this is your sister’s big day. Get that puss off your face and pretend to be happy for her.”
Rodney didn’t bother saying he was happy for Jeannie, even though he was. Happy, and angry, and jealous. For a long time, it had been the two of them against the world. Those days were over now.
Well, he was better off on his own anyone. He was going to make the greatest innovations the science world had ever seen, and he was going to win the Nobel Prize, and it hardly mattered if he’d have anyone to share the moment with him.
He was doing just fine on his own.
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