Gen!! Het? Oh, God.
Jan. 15th, 2008 09:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zelempaOh, Lord. What have I become? What have I become that I think "This would be the worst idea ever," and so I write it?
Missing scene from (and therefore spoilers for) SGA 4x11 "Be All My Sins Remember'd."
Rodney/Fran (!!), G, 500 words, unbeta'd.
"Okay. I'm sorry. I have to say something. Much as I hate to admit it," Rodney kicked his heel against the floor, too aware of Fran's bright eyes fixed on his face as he hesitated over the next three words, "Sam was right. You're--I mean, I didn't intend to make you--but you're a person and you've got a choice. Be honest. I mean, I'm not saying it wouldn't be really, really convenient if you wanted to sacrifice yourself, but it would have been convenient if Sheppard sacrificed himself a dozen times, and so far we've managed to keep him around anyway. If you want to live, we'll find another way."
"That's all right," said Fran beatifically. "I'm fine."
"You're fine," Rodney repeated, and Fran nodded, smiling. "What do you mean, fine?"
"I have no wish to live."
"How can you not?" Rodney demanded. "I mean, I'm not trying to talk you into this, but everyone wants to live."
"You do, because you were created to live. I was created to die."
"I don't understand you at all," said Rodney. He hoped she appreciated how rarely he said that to anyone.
"If you miss me," said Fran kindly, placing a hand on Rodney's shoulder, "you can always create another."
"I didn't want my parents to buy me another dog, I'm certainly not going to create another you," Rodney grumbled. "Not that you're--I mean, not that that's an apt comparison. You're really very..."
Fran smiled encouragingly.
"Um," Rodney squeaked, his voice failing him. Oh, God. He was trying to talk her into sabotaging his plan because he had a crush on her. He had a crush on his own creation, just like Pygmalion or the kid in Weird Science. Why? Why had he chosen Beautiful Girl Replicator Pattern? Why hadn't he picked that sort of funny-faced hunchback-looking guy? He could have gladly sent him to his death. Oh, God, he was shallow.
"Go on," Fran suggested, like she was his therapist.
He shook off her hand. "What are you doing consoling me anyway? You're the one who's--jeez. Look, is there anything I can do to make your last hour of life more enjoyable? Besides the obvious," he laughed weakly.
Fran blinked, but it was a lascivious blink (he had become an expert in identifying this strange gesture, thanks to Colonel Sheppard), and when she spoke, there was a knowing tone in her voice. "Obvious?"
"Well... You know..."
Frank smiled blankly. Oh God, it wasn't a knowing blink at all. She had no idea what he was talking about. Did she know the concept of sex? Was she even fully functional? Was he the worst person in the world for even thinking about it? No sex with robots, Rodney reminded himself desperately.
"Nothing," he muttered, his face hot. "Never mind."
She was still staring at him, subjecting him to that kind of aggressively nonjudgmental scrutiny that had so quickly become her trademark, and he suddenly thought meanly that he'd be glad to be rid of her. "Well. I'm glad this is all-- working out so well for us both. Let me know if you, um, if you want a snack or anything."
"Goodbye, Dr. McKay," Fran sang prettily after him.
Missing scene from (and therefore spoilers for) SGA 4x11 "Be All My Sins Remember'd."
Rodney/Fran (!!), G, 500 words, unbeta'd.
"Okay. I'm sorry. I have to say something. Much as I hate to admit it," Rodney kicked his heel against the floor, too aware of Fran's bright eyes fixed on his face as he hesitated over the next three words, "Sam was right. You're--I mean, I didn't intend to make you--but you're a person and you've got a choice. Be honest. I mean, I'm not saying it wouldn't be really, really convenient if you wanted to sacrifice yourself, but it would have been convenient if Sheppard sacrificed himself a dozen times, and so far we've managed to keep him around anyway. If you want to live, we'll find another way."
"That's all right," said Fran beatifically. "I'm fine."
"You're fine," Rodney repeated, and Fran nodded, smiling. "What do you mean, fine?"
"I have no wish to live."
"How can you not?" Rodney demanded. "I mean, I'm not trying to talk you into this, but everyone wants to live."
"You do, because you were created to live. I was created to die."
"I don't understand you at all," said Rodney. He hoped she appreciated how rarely he said that to anyone.
"If you miss me," said Fran kindly, placing a hand on Rodney's shoulder, "you can always create another."
"I didn't want my parents to buy me another dog, I'm certainly not going to create another you," Rodney grumbled. "Not that you're--I mean, not that that's an apt comparison. You're really very..."
Fran smiled encouragingly.
"Um," Rodney squeaked, his voice failing him. Oh, God. He was trying to talk her into sabotaging his plan because he had a crush on her. He had a crush on his own creation, just like Pygmalion or the kid in Weird Science. Why? Why had he chosen Beautiful Girl Replicator Pattern? Why hadn't he picked that sort of funny-faced hunchback-looking guy? He could have gladly sent him to his death. Oh, God, he was shallow.
"Go on," Fran suggested, like she was his therapist.
He shook off her hand. "What are you doing consoling me anyway? You're the one who's--jeez. Look, is there anything I can do to make your last hour of life more enjoyable? Besides the obvious," he laughed weakly.
Fran blinked, but it was a lascivious blink (he had become an expert in identifying this strange gesture, thanks to Colonel Sheppard), and when she spoke, there was a knowing tone in her voice. "Obvious?"
"Well... You know..."
Frank smiled blankly. Oh God, it wasn't a knowing blink at all. She had no idea what he was talking about. Did she know the concept of sex? Was she even fully functional? Was he the worst person in the world for even thinking about it? No sex with robots, Rodney reminded himself desperately.
"Nothing," he muttered, his face hot. "Never mind."
She was still staring at him, subjecting him to that kind of aggressively nonjudgmental scrutiny that had so quickly become her trademark, and he suddenly thought meanly that he'd be glad to be rid of her. "Well. I'm glad this is all-- working out so well for us both. Let me know if you, um, if you want a snack or anything."
"Goodbye, Dr. McKay," Fran sang prettily after him.
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on 2008-01-15 08:02 pm (UTC)Hee! <3
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on 2008-01-16 12:34 am (UTC)okay, that was... good! very Rodney, could have been a canon scene. which is very, very scary. i'm glad the writers didn't go there, but i'm also glad you did.
also...
I am already the #1 result on google for rodney/fran
you mean there are others? ::runs screaming::
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on 2008-01-16 09:35 pm (UTC)Icon love. :)
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on 2008-01-16 02:48 am (UTC)Laurie
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on 2008-02-11 02:25 am (UTC)No sex with robots, Rodney reminded himself desperately.
MAN. I may need to make an icon, if the thought doesn't horrify you! This whole fic made me gleeful - thank you!
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on 2008-02-11 03:36 am (UTC)I don't know why it's part of my personal fanon that Rodney has an established "no sex with robots" rule! It came up in "With Replacement" too.
I love you. So much.
on 2008-02-23 08:38 pm (UTC)Re: I love you. So much.
on 2008-02-23 08:55 pm (UTC)kormantic! *points accusingly* You have written things I like!!
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on 2008-02-23 09:26 pm (UTC)Re: I love you. So much.
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