Fic: Missing Scenes from Bun in the Oven
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libra_travellerTitle: The Missing Scenes of Bun in the Oven
Author: libra_traveller
Pairing: John/Rodney
Rating: PG
Universe: Bun in the Oven
Author’s Note: A series of snippets from the Bun in the Oven universe. I've only written four right now but I plan to do more.
Bun in the Oven fic
Atlantis Infirmary
John lay on the infirmary bed anxiously awaiting Carson’s prognosis. His back ached and his thighs felt swollen. John refused to think about what else was swollen, making sure to avert his eyes whenever they drifted near his stomach. It seemed unfair that the day had started out normally enough. Even though the Pegasus Galaxy was swarming with Wraith, and their allies liked to turn on them, every day wasn’t filled with danger. Sure every minute his thoughts marched right back to the fact that they were all likely to die by having their life force sucked out of them, but he wasn’t Elizabeth so he wasn’t worrying everyday. He didn’t worry, he just took action. The only problem was that today had to be one of those weird days where a simple mission to another planet ended up with him being… different. Okay so he knows what happened, but there’s no reason to actually think the thought until Carson can confirm it, right? Maybe it’s just an allergy to something he ate and has nothing to do with that piercing yellow light that knocked him unconscious and made him puke when he woke up on a weird alien platform. Nothing at all.
What John really wants to know is why Carson’s taking so damn long. His team had rushed him back to Atlantis as fast as they could so that Carson could just stare at him with his mouth hanging open as if he’d never seen a pregnant man before. Shit. No, not pregnant, there are other reasons for a swollen belly and nausea, right? And where the hell was Rodney? He was the one who’d been analyzing that stupid Ancient device and he’d be the one who could reverse it. He’d better be able to reverse it. The last thing Atlantis needed during an imminent Wraith attack was their military commander pregnant. Shit. John had never wanted to be a father, and now he was going to be someone’s mother?
“Carson!!!!”
Rodney’s Arrival
Pacing back and forth in the hall outside the infirmary, Rodney couldn’t decide whether or not he should stay with John while Carson finished his tests. Whatever was wrong with John, he needed someone from his team to be there for him, right? Still, why couldn’t it be Teyla or Ford, hmm? Sure, Ford was the one who activated the device and John would be really mad at him, so it’s understandable that he would be in hiding. But Teyla, she’s a woman and therefore should have more experience with this… caring stuff. Because there is nothing female related happening to John. Not at all, it’s probably just a food allergy, granted he didn’t ingest anything, but it could be an insect related allergy, just better not say ‘bug’ around John. It could be anything, the device could have implanted a huge bomb inside John, and he’s going to blow up all of Atlantis any minute now. Which would not be good and by bringing him to Atlantis, Rodney would be responsible for killing everyone in the city. Or it could be an alien creature like in those really bad science fiction movies. It could erupt out of John any second and then turn and eat the host. Yeah that would be bad, but it could be stopped. No, the worse case scenario would be if it was a baby.
At John’s scream for Carson, Rodney rushed into the infirmary and sat next to John, holding his hand to try and calm him. “John, come on, you can’t be pregnant!”
“Oh yeah, look around you, we’re in the city of Atlantis! Stranger things have happened.” John’s eyes were wild.
“But it’s scientifically impossible,” Rodney refuted. Rodney then proceeded to explain his theories about a host-eating alien parasite or the one about the bomb.
“Jesus Christ, Rodney, shut the hell up.”
After the Announcement
John looked down at Rodney who’d passed out on the floor. “Wake him up so I can kill him.”
Carson shook his head. “Don’t be ridiculous, this isn’t his fault. From what Teyla and Ford recounted to me, Rodney was attempting to save you when he was hit by the beam himself. How was he to know that by touching you the beam would then take his sperm and put it in the uterus the device had implanted inside you?”
John turned green, lurched to the side of his bed and threw up, nicely aiming on Rodney’s unconscious form. This woke Rodney up and Rodney had to fight down his own bile at the sight of John’s vomit staining his shirt and pants. Then he looked up into John’s thunderous eyes and lost all the color in his face. “Blame Ford,” Rodney squeaked.
John began looking around the infirmary while wiping his mouth. “So where is Ford? He should know not to touch things.” Though the words were spoken in a calm voice, retribution was clear in the way his fists were clenched.
Carson sighed, “It’s clear he’s hiding, and I don’t blame him what with the way you’re acting. Seriously, this is a joyous occasion you two. You’re going to be parents. I don’t know about you but I think it’s bloody wonderful.”
“Fine, then you have the baby,” John whimpered as he felt the thing kick inside him.
“Sorry, no can do, lad. Now, I guess it’s obvious that you’re very far along –”
“Oh, you think?” Rodney snorted as he took the towel a nurse handed him and wiped off some of the vomit.
John, while pretending to not listen to Carson drone on about how the baby would be ready to be born later in the night, focused on Rodney. “Why didn’t you know that something like this would happen?”
“What? How could I know this would happen? I’m not psychic.”
“No, I mean you were translating the walls, I’m sure it mentioned what the device did.”
“Well, not in such clear words.”
“What did it say?” John bit off each word.
Rodney gulped. “There may have been something like, ‘instilling men with women features’. But how was I supposed to know what that meant?”
“Rodney!”
“I’m sorry.”
“I don’t want to have this thing growing inside me.”
“It’s not a Thing, it’s our child, and she’s need a name.”
“Wait, now you want me to name our illegitimate daughter. The one that we didn’t even have sex to conceive!”
Elizabeth who had been hanging around the infirmary trying to be unobtrusive, decided that now was the time for her to leave. Carson and Rodney could handle a hormonal John on their own. She needed to figure out what she was going to tell the rest of the city.
After Surgery
When they had placed the little baby in John’s arms and he groggily looked at Rodney’s giddy face, he felt unexplainably happy. Must have been the last residue of the anesthetic. Then Rodney again asked what they should name her and the only name that came to mind was his mother’s. He found himself saying, “Lailie Sheppard McKay.” Later he’d hit himself for feeding Rodney’s ego with giving McKay as the surname.
Carson had left the room that John had been wheeled into and it was just the three of them. Rodney, John, and their child. Of all the crazy things to have happened since they’d stepped through that gate from Earth, this didn’t seem strange at all. It felt right, even though his mind was screaming that having a family with Rodney wasn’t right at all. But John decided to not listen to that part as he was too exhausted to be afraid of what he was feeling.
Rodney looked from the baby in John’s arms to John’s smiling eyes and shyly asked, “Can I hold her?” For a second John felt too protective of the baby to want to share but then he realized she wasn’t just his. He lifted the small baby and watched as Rodney carefully placed her into the crook of his arm. “She’s so tiny.”
“Yeah. But the fact that she was nothing five hours ago is a little alarming don’t you think?”
“Alarming isn’t the word I’d used. More like –”
“Wonderful,” they both said, then laughed. “Carson seemed ecstatic, guess he didn’t think he’d be delivering any babies here.” John leaned back against the pillow, trying to keep his eyes open so he could gaze at Lailie, but eventually he drifted off.
Rodney looked at the baby in his arms and then at John asleep. Maybe John never wanted to ever consider Rodney as family, but that had always been his desire, if nothing other than close friends. Now fate had brought them together. Maybe the wall of the building had been right when it said, ‘Love matters not what form’. By being parents together they will love the same child, and have that as a connection. If only he could have more than that.
Author: libra_traveller
Pairing: John/Rodney
Rating: PG
Universe: Bun in the Oven
Author’s Note: A series of snippets from the Bun in the Oven universe. I've only written four right now but I plan to do more.
Bun in the Oven fic
Atlantis Infirmary
John lay on the infirmary bed anxiously awaiting Carson’s prognosis. His back ached and his thighs felt swollen. John refused to think about what else was swollen, making sure to avert his eyes whenever they drifted near his stomach. It seemed unfair that the day had started out normally enough. Even though the Pegasus Galaxy was swarming with Wraith, and their allies liked to turn on them, every day wasn’t filled with danger. Sure every minute his thoughts marched right back to the fact that they were all likely to die by having their life force sucked out of them, but he wasn’t Elizabeth so he wasn’t worrying everyday. He didn’t worry, he just took action. The only problem was that today had to be one of those weird days where a simple mission to another planet ended up with him being… different. Okay so he knows what happened, but there’s no reason to actually think the thought until Carson can confirm it, right? Maybe it’s just an allergy to something he ate and has nothing to do with that piercing yellow light that knocked him unconscious and made him puke when he woke up on a weird alien platform. Nothing at all.
What John really wants to know is why Carson’s taking so damn long. His team had rushed him back to Atlantis as fast as they could so that Carson could just stare at him with his mouth hanging open as if he’d never seen a pregnant man before. Shit. No, not pregnant, there are other reasons for a swollen belly and nausea, right? And where the hell was Rodney? He was the one who’d been analyzing that stupid Ancient device and he’d be the one who could reverse it. He’d better be able to reverse it. The last thing Atlantis needed during an imminent Wraith attack was their military commander pregnant. Shit. John had never wanted to be a father, and now he was going to be someone’s mother?
“Carson!!!!”
Rodney’s Arrival
Pacing back and forth in the hall outside the infirmary, Rodney couldn’t decide whether or not he should stay with John while Carson finished his tests. Whatever was wrong with John, he needed someone from his team to be there for him, right? Still, why couldn’t it be Teyla or Ford, hmm? Sure, Ford was the one who activated the device and John would be really mad at him, so it’s understandable that he would be in hiding. But Teyla, she’s a woman and therefore should have more experience with this… caring stuff. Because there is nothing female related happening to John. Not at all, it’s probably just a food allergy, granted he didn’t ingest anything, but it could be an insect related allergy, just better not say ‘bug’ around John. It could be anything, the device could have implanted a huge bomb inside John, and he’s going to blow up all of Atlantis any minute now. Which would not be good and by bringing him to Atlantis, Rodney would be responsible for killing everyone in the city. Or it could be an alien creature like in those really bad science fiction movies. It could erupt out of John any second and then turn and eat the host. Yeah that would be bad, but it could be stopped. No, the worse case scenario would be if it was a baby.
At John’s scream for Carson, Rodney rushed into the infirmary and sat next to John, holding his hand to try and calm him. “John, come on, you can’t be pregnant!”
“Oh yeah, look around you, we’re in the city of Atlantis! Stranger things have happened.” John’s eyes were wild.
“But it’s scientifically impossible,” Rodney refuted. Rodney then proceeded to explain his theories about a host-eating alien parasite or the one about the bomb.
“Jesus Christ, Rodney, shut the hell up.”
After the Announcement
John looked down at Rodney who’d passed out on the floor. “Wake him up so I can kill him.”
Carson shook his head. “Don’t be ridiculous, this isn’t his fault. From what Teyla and Ford recounted to me, Rodney was attempting to save you when he was hit by the beam himself. How was he to know that by touching you the beam would then take his sperm and put it in the uterus the device had implanted inside you?”
John turned green, lurched to the side of his bed and threw up, nicely aiming on Rodney’s unconscious form. This woke Rodney up and Rodney had to fight down his own bile at the sight of John’s vomit staining his shirt and pants. Then he looked up into John’s thunderous eyes and lost all the color in his face. “Blame Ford,” Rodney squeaked.
John began looking around the infirmary while wiping his mouth. “So where is Ford? He should know not to touch things.” Though the words were spoken in a calm voice, retribution was clear in the way his fists were clenched.
Carson sighed, “It’s clear he’s hiding, and I don’t blame him what with the way you’re acting. Seriously, this is a joyous occasion you two. You’re going to be parents. I don’t know about you but I think it’s bloody wonderful.”
“Fine, then you have the baby,” John whimpered as he felt the thing kick inside him.
“Sorry, no can do, lad. Now, I guess it’s obvious that you’re very far along –”
“Oh, you think?” Rodney snorted as he took the towel a nurse handed him and wiped off some of the vomit.
John, while pretending to not listen to Carson drone on about how the baby would be ready to be born later in the night, focused on Rodney. “Why didn’t you know that something like this would happen?”
“What? How could I know this would happen? I’m not psychic.”
“No, I mean you were translating the walls, I’m sure it mentioned what the device did.”
“Well, not in such clear words.”
“What did it say?” John bit off each word.
Rodney gulped. “There may have been something like, ‘instilling men with women features’. But how was I supposed to know what that meant?”
“Rodney!”
“I’m sorry.”
“I don’t want to have this thing growing inside me.”
“It’s not a Thing, it’s our child, and she’s need a name.”
“Wait, now you want me to name our illegitimate daughter. The one that we didn’t even have sex to conceive!”
Elizabeth who had been hanging around the infirmary trying to be unobtrusive, decided that now was the time for her to leave. Carson and Rodney could handle a hormonal John on their own. She needed to figure out what she was going to tell the rest of the city.
After Surgery
When they had placed the little baby in John’s arms and he groggily looked at Rodney’s giddy face, he felt unexplainably happy. Must have been the last residue of the anesthetic. Then Rodney again asked what they should name her and the only name that came to mind was his mother’s. He found himself saying, “Lailie Sheppard McKay.” Later he’d hit himself for feeding Rodney’s ego with giving McKay as the surname.
Carson had left the room that John had been wheeled into and it was just the three of them. Rodney, John, and their child. Of all the crazy things to have happened since they’d stepped through that gate from Earth, this didn’t seem strange at all. It felt right, even though his mind was screaming that having a family with Rodney wasn’t right at all. But John decided to not listen to that part as he was too exhausted to be afraid of what he was feeling.
Rodney looked from the baby in John’s arms to John’s smiling eyes and shyly asked, “Can I hold her?” For a second John felt too protective of the baby to want to share but then he realized she wasn’t just his. He lifted the small baby and watched as Rodney carefully placed her into the crook of his arm. “She’s so tiny.”
“Yeah. But the fact that she was nothing five hours ago is a little alarming don’t you think?”
“Alarming isn’t the word I’d used. More like –”
“Wonderful,” they both said, then laughed. “Carson seemed ecstatic, guess he didn’t think he’d be delivering any babies here.” John leaned back against the pillow, trying to keep his eyes open so he could gaze at Lailie, but eventually he drifted off.
Rodney looked at the baby in his arms and then at John asleep. Maybe John never wanted to ever consider Rodney as family, but that had always been his desire, if nothing other than close friends. Now fate had brought them together. Maybe the wall of the building had been right when it said, ‘Love matters not what form’. By being parents together they will love the same child, and have that as a connection. If only he could have more than that.
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