An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“A reunion? Really?”
“Yes. Class of ‘84.”
“And you’re gonna go?”
“Why shouldn’t I go? I’ve got plenty of leave coming. So have you.”
“What? I’m going?”
“Well, yes, that is, if you want to. I mean, you don’t have to…”
“Of course I’ll come with you if you want me there. When is it?”
Rodney checked the e-mail. “Three weeks. The 27th.”
“Oh, I’ve got that thing.”
“What thing? If you don’t want to come, just say!” Rodney sat back and folded his arms and tried to look as though he didn't care either way.
John, perching on the edge of Rodney’s workbench, squirmed and grimaced. “No, I do want to come. Kinda. High School reunions give me the ‘eesh’.” John shuddered dramatically. “But I want to come for you.” He smirked. “Ha. Come. For you.”
“Juvenile.”
“Always,” said John, nudging Rodney with a swinging foot. “But seriously, I’ve got that thing where I have to refresh my flying skills. Gotta fly all kinds of helos …" He lapsed into dreamily smiling silence.
“Sheppard!” Rodney reached up and snapped his fingers in front of John’s face. “John! Mind on the job here!”
His partner’s eyes refocussed. “Huh, sorry. Zoned out for a minute there.”
“Yes, well I’m not surprised - the thought of all those Gs, no doubt.” Rodney returned to contemplating his email, wiggling his finger on the touchpad to make the cursor dance in spirals. “I’d forgotten about your review thing.”
“I might be done in time. To come to your reunion. If you’re sure you’re gonna go.”
“I said I’m going. Why wouldn’t I go?”
John shrugged. “Well, you can’t tell ‘em anything, can you? You can’t come in like the big ‘I am’ and stick it to the jocks that used to steal your lunch money and make you wear your -”
“Yes, thank you, I don’t need to be reminded of that little episode. And anyways, what makes you think I want to show off my multiple ground-breaking achievements?”
John looked down at him, his expression guarded, a sceptical eyebrow raised. “Isn’t that kinda the point of these things?”
“Maybe I just want to renew my acquaintance with the old alma mater!”
John snorted. “Yeah, right.”
“Hmph. Well, I’m going anyway.” His fingers rattled away in a flurry of rapid keystrokes. “There. I’ve replied.”
