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First person to write a Professor Sheppard AU based on this photo wins a million bagillion dollars!

Actually, ANYONE who writes a Professor Sheppard AU based on this photo wins ~~a million bagillion dollars~~ a fic from me. Seriously.

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John kept a careful eye on the prized Jell-O cup all through what remained of lunch. Rodney was being quiet, which as he'd won the unofficial departmental 'talking without stopping for air' award for three years running, did not bode well. (John had been awarded the lifetime achievement award for surviving as Rodney's officemate for longer than six weeks.) John made sure he had a firm grip on the cup when he stood up, shielding it protectively with his papers.

Rodney at least had the decency to wait till they were half way down the - thankfully empty - corridor to their office before he struck, nudging John against the wall and standing way too close, one arm braced on the wall next to John's head.

"McKay."

"John."

John narrowed his eyes at the use of his first name. McKay called everyone by their surname when he remembered their names and by insults when he didn't. In fact, he could count on the fingers of one hand the amount of times Rodney had used his first name in the year and half John had been officemates with him. And he knew that Rodney at the very least considered him a friend.

Clutching the Jell-O closer, John tried to wiggle out under Rodney's arm but under Rodney's deceptive sedimentary appearance was some muscle and ridiculously fast reflexes. All his wriggling got him was more of Rodney's warm bulk pressing him back against the wall. He could feel the Jell-O cup crunching slightly in his grip.

"Do you have a point, McKay or are you just trying to molest me in public for fun?"

Rodney grinned slowly. "Well...I was thinking that there might be something I could, uh, do for you. In return for a few...items."

John blinked. "Are you...McKay... are you seriously offering me what I think you're offering for a *Jell-O* cup."

"Possibly."

Thankfully John was rescued from having to dignify the situation with reply by the deliberate and amused clearing of someone's throat. McKay squeaked and jumped backwards and John could have *kissed* his favourite graduate student right on the *mouth*. If he hadn't been over six foot and built like a brick shithouse.

John took advantage of Rodney's backwards jump and skittered passed his favourite and now grinning slightly student into the office, Jell-O cup still firmly clutched in his victorious hand. "Ronon! Good to see you, buddy. Did you see the article in Aircraft about IUAVs?"

(Lalalalalala. IUAVs = Intelligent Un-manned Airborne Vehicles. More to come, once equiv. dissertation is written. I am enjoying the carrot and the stick-ness of this. Want to beta when I finish?)

Eeeeee! Rodney offering sexual favors for Jell-O! He so, so would. And I love their respective awards. *g*

Want to beta when I finish?

Hell yes! Yay.

Hee, yes. He so totally would! And I think John got a coffee mug as his actual trophy and Rodney snorted and muttered about how either Elizabeth or Teyla must have put the rest of the department up to this. And John smirked and drank noisily out of it, making sure that Rodney could read all the text on the front.

Yaaaay. Um, how's the best way to do this? I'm enjoying the writing in between my dissertation, so do you want to beta the bits as I post 'em here and send them back to me, or should I start sending them to you via email?

Do you want to wait until it's done and then send the whole thing to me? That way I'll be able to better judge how it flows overall. Also, I'm about to leave soon, so I probably won't be much use to you today, I'm afraid.

I'm loving it so far, though. *happy sigh*

Heee. I am glad it works for you. Yay!

I shall continue writing it into one file then in between my dissertation and email it to you when I'm done.

I may continue to spam your comments with bits because it really is helping my dissertation wordcount. Yay!

Like I mind. *g* And hey, I'm here for another hour, so...

It wasn't just the Jell-O cup, Rodney knew. That was just a...sticky bonus. Sheppard - John - was hot, despite the ridiculous bowtie. And almost as intelligent as Rodney, which actually was probably even more of a turn on, if Rodney was going to be honest. And he failed to rise to any of Rodney's insults and didn't give Rodney cause to plot his slow and painful death. Unlike certain previous officemates who managed to sign their own death certificate within fifteen minutes of moving in.

Besides, Teyla, the Benevolent Dictator, uh, head of the department, had made him promise on pain of lemons and undergraduates that he wouldn't maim, damage or mentally destroy his next officemate.

Teyla is one of the few things in life that genuinely scare Rodney.

Rodney shuffled the papers on his desk and glared over at John, Ronon and the empty Jell-O cup. Ronon grinned back at him and Rodney flicked his glaze back to his desk and ducked down behind the nearest copy of New Scientist.

It was unfair. In Rodney's world, there are geeks and there are jocks. The two groups are meant to be like oil and water, unless members of the former are being held upside down for their lunch money by the latter. The jocks are not meant to be a) hot, b) intelligent and c) constantly in his office. Especially not when they're both ex-military and spend some of their time talking about weaponry and exotic places that make Rodney's ears twitch. Rodney knows that John was in the Air Force but he's never asked why he left. Ronon he gathers was honourably discharged after an injury and decided to take advantage of the G.I Bill and ended up with Sheppard as his doctoral supervisor. Now they crack terrible jokes about Aerodynamics while Rodney makes a mental note to get hold of Ronon's Masters thesis and possibly eyewitness accounts of his viva because there has to be some sort of mistake - no geek has muscles like *that*.

Aww, poor Rodney. Surrounded by hot geeks--life is so unfair!

(Luckily, he is a hot geek, so I suspect all shall work out in the end.)

Teyla would make an awesome and way efficient department head. *nods*

John rolled his chair back and stretched his legs out under his desk, feeling the tightness in his shoulder ease as the ink on the last paper dried. Across the room, Rodney was hunched over in his chair in a manner that instantly made John's shoulders groan and tighten up again in sympathy. He was still strangely quiet and that kind of worried John.

"McKay. If I promise to never take the last blue Jell-O cup again, will you stop pining?"

"Huh?" Rodney's head shot up and his pencil clattered on the desk. "What? Oh. Yes, yes. That'll be fine." He paused, "and I'm not pining."

"Yeah?" John raised an eyebrow and ambled over to the coffee machine. "Well, you're being disturbingly quiet. It's worrying."

Rodney snorted and pushed his mug over to the edge of the desk. "Well, I'll be sure to keep up a constantly stream of inane chatter, if it'll make you feel better."

John dangled his lifetime achievement award mug from his fingers (Rodney had snorted when he'd seen it for the first time and muttered something about how Teyla or Elizabeth had clearly put the rest of the department up to it. John had pointed out that it was the mug or a plaque and did Rodney actually want that nailed up above the door?) and poured coffee into the 'I *am* the genius' mug on the end of Rodney's desk.

"Well, not so much on the inane chatter but you could at least swear at the essays you're grading. You know, for old time's sake."

Heh. We all know what Rodney's REALLY pining for. *g*

This continues to be fab. And congrats on approaching that minimum word count, too--that's awesome!

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First person to write a Professor Sheppard AU based on this photo wins a million bagillion dollars!

Re: No matter how much I squint, this does not resemble my dissertation. Sigh

Re: No matter how much I squint, this does not resemble my dissertation. Sigh

Re: No matter how much I squint, this does not resemble my dissertation. Sigh

Re: No matter how much I squint, this does not resemble my dissertation. Sigh

Re: No matter how much I squint, this does not resemble my dissertation. Sigh

Re: No matter how much I squint, this does not resemble my dissertation. Sigh

No, this is still not my dissertation but I'm only 1k off the minimum word count so it's ok!

Re: No, this is still not my dissertation but I'm only 1k off the minimum word count so it's ok!

w00t! less than 500 words and I achieve the min. 10k wordcount on my dissertation!

Re: w00t! less than 500 words and I achieve the min. 10k wordcount on my dissertation!