It really isn't fair, McGee thought, that I'm always the one to get stuck with this crap.
The man on the screen in MTAC all but grinned. "I'm sorry," he said (McGee knew he wasn't), "but Colonel Sheppard's current duties are classified."
"I understand, sir," McGee said "but-"
"Sooo classified," said General O'Neill, "that if you start digging you will never see the light of day." He paused for dramatic effect. "Do I make myself clear?"
Then there's McGee's further dilemma: whether his boss could take John's boss. Because now he has to explain to Gibbs WHY the not-nice man in Washington wouldn't give him the info he wanted. Pooooor Timmy.
Gibbs looked up at McGee, who was standing at the bottom of the basement steps for the first time in ages. It never felt right to pour bourbon for him but he offered him a seat.
"What's on your mind?"
"Okay, Gibbs, look, I'm just going to come right out and say this because I don't know what else to do." McGee took a breath. "I know you didn't expect me to say no when you asked me to get you the information that General O'Neill wouldn't give us. I know it's my job to get you that information and out of everybody, Gibbs, you have to know I'd do whatever I could for you but-"
Gibbs interrupted. "Never was your job, Tim. I've asked things I've had no right to and you always come through for me." McGee looked stunned and Gibbs continued, "No way I'll fault you this time."
Thank you! When I saw such an awesome prompt I laughed a bunch and was all excited.
I think this might be the plot (maybe not John but some SGA people) of one or two stories I've read so I tried to go with something I hadn't seen in any crossover fics.
McGee can definitely hold his own with some tough people but I think O'Neill would have him beat.
It's a good theme definitely. But I think if I had gone with anything John-focused I would have made it... maybe he'd actually done something wrong. All angsty and stuff.
Oooooh new prompt!
----
John looked around the Ancient equivalent of a ballroom. The LED fake candles had been overturned on the tables surrounding the dance floor, the buffet table was a complete mess, and the few people who hadn't fled in terror were standing in small groups here and there, their hair and clothes in disarray.
John was really glad the crew quarters were soundproof, because he really needed a good round of screaming right about now.
Porter looked up. "He's been harassing me for months." The wet sparkle in her eyes didn't escape Sheppard's notice, making him proud of her matter-of-fact tone and brave expression. "And today he insulted my teammates."
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif){kind=small}
no subject
no subject
The man on the screen in MTAC all but grinned. "I'm sorry," he said (McGee knew he wasn't), "but Colonel Sheppard's current duties are classified."
"I understand, sir," McGee said "but-"
"Sooo classified," said General O'Neill, "that if you start digging you will never see the light of day." He paused for dramatic effect. "Do I make myself clear?"
McGee gulped slightly. "You do, sir."
Bastard.
no subject
no subject
Then there's McGee's further dilemma: whether his boss could take John's boss. Because now he has to explain to Gibbs WHY the not-nice man in Washington wouldn't give him the info he wanted. Pooooor Timmy.
no subject
"What's on your mind?"
"Okay, Gibbs, look, I'm just going to come right out and say this because I don't know what else to do." McGee took a breath. "I know you didn't expect me to say no when you asked me to get you the information that General O'Neill wouldn't give us. I know it's my job to get you that information and out of everybody, Gibbs, you have to know I'd do whatever I could for you but-"
Gibbs interrupted. "Never was your job, Tim. I've asked things I've had no right to and you always come through for me." McGee looked stunned and Gibbs continued, "No way I'll fault you this time."
no subject
I think this might be the plot (maybe not John but some SGA people) of one or two stories I've read so I tried to go with something I hadn't seen in any crossover fics.
McGee can definitely hold his own with some tough people but I think O'Neill would have him beat.
(feel free to prompt another if you want)
no subject
Hmm, new prompt: The story about the disastrous Atlantis fancy dress party.
no subject
Oooooh new prompt!
----
John looked around the Ancient equivalent of a ballroom. The LED fake candles had been overturned on the tables surrounding the dance floor, the buffet table was a complete mess, and the few people who hadn't fled in terror were standing in small groups here and there, their hair and clothes in disarray.
John was really glad the crew quarters were soundproof, because he really needed a good round of screaming right about now.
no subject
John was really glad the crew quarters were soundproof, because he really needed a good round of screaming right about now.
Haha, poor John. Was it an alien invasion?
no subject
It was! (Originally it was Ronon in a dress but I thought that would be a bad idea hahaha.)
no subject
no subject
"Care to explain, Dr. Porter?"
Porter looked up. "He's been harassing me for months." The wet sparkle in her eyes didn't escape Sheppard's notice, making him proud of her matter-of-fact tone and brave expression. "And today he insulted my teammates."
He decided to let her off as easy as possible.
no subject
no subject
:D