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FIC: Like Father, like... (SGA)

Title: Like Father, like...
Rating: G
Warnings: kid!fic
Disclaimer: Not mine, or the boys would be busy with other things
Word Count: 1760~

Summary: Slice of future life.

Notes: A while back, I wrote this kid!fic called Maximum McKay. It was in response to a request that we see a kid!fic where McKay junior nearly blows up one of the labs in a temper tantrum. There was a further challenge to see fics where "Sheppard junior breaks his arm trying to fight like Ronon and Teyla junior almost gets trampled trying to run with the Marines and eventually Carter gives the order to turn the Wraith holding cells into a play area because it's the only way to keep them safe and out of the way."

I'm getting there. I have several stories in the works, but this is kind of transition-y one. I have actually worked up quite an extensive back story for the all the kids at this point. I'm kind of scaring myself.



Like Father, like...

No one paid much attention to the pair as they entered the mess hall. They walked side by side, thick as thieves, heads bent together as they bantered in their normal fashion. One spoke quickly, hands animatedly describing his words, while the other drawled out laconic replies. Their discussion was peppered with the casual sniping back and forth that characterized their relationship.

They each grabbed a tray, haphazardly selecting various lunch items and chatting amicably until they came to the dessert tray and froze in place. There before them sat one, single chocolate pudding cup. They glanced at each other and then the moment broke and two hands darted out – but one was just a smidgen slower than the other.

"Sheppard, you jerk!" Blue eyes flashed like lasers. "That's mine!"

"I don't see your name on it." The object of the lethal gaze ignored the vitriol and set the pudding cup carefully beside the sandwich on the tray. "You're just mad cuz I'm faster n'you McKay!" was the decisive comeback.

"C'mon! Give it!"

"No."

"Please?"

"Nuh-uh, mensa-boy."

"I hate you!"

"I hate you more."

A few of the marines sitting at a nearby table glanced up at the commotion. One of the rookies opened his mouth to say something, but was quickly elbowed into silence by one of the old-timers. The two friends continued to argue, oblivious to the audience they had acquired.

"You're a moron compared to me!"

"Well, you're a whiner compared to anybody!"

"Well... y-you have stupid hair!"

That earned a scowl. "Yeah well... nobody likes you."

McKay flushed. "That's not true!"

"Is so! You're mean and-"

A quick step forward and they were toe to toe, nose to nose.

"Is NOT! I'm NOT mean, YOU'RE MEAN! You take it back!"

"MAKE ME!"

A third voice cut across the argument. "Jenny Alanna Sheppard and Maximellian Adair McKay! If the two of you do not cease this behaviour this instant, I will call your fathers' and there will be hell to pay!"

Jenny whirled around, mouth dropping in shock. "You said a swearz! Daddy says you're not s'posed to say swearz!"

Beside her, Max was nodding vigorously in agreement. "An' my daddy did too! You're gonna get in heck, Torren!"

The table of marines who'd been observing the entire exchange gave up any pretense of keeping the snickers down and broke into gales of helpless laughter.

Jenny and Max both glanced over at the table before turning back to each other to share a look that said "grown-ups are weird". Unfortunately, this also drew their attention back to the pudding cup on Jenny's tray that had started the whole thing in the first place, and the squabble began anew. Max reached out, Jenny slapped hard, and before Torren could make it across the mess to intervene, both trays were upended. Sandwiches and apples hit the floor, and the pudding cup made a wet splat as it exploded, spraying the two of them and Corporal Dobbs at the nearby table with chocolate sludge.

Both children gasped, making shocked fish faces at the hapless soldier. The rest of the marines at the table took this as a sign that it was time to bug out and promptly dispersed, snickering as they fled.

Jenny pointed at Max. "It was all his fault!"

"Was NOT!" Max bellowed back, leaning forward, hands clenched at his sides. "It was my turn to have the last chocolate pudding!"

"YOU shouldn't otta be so grabby! YOU knocked it down!"

A hand descended on each of their shoulders, gave them a firm shake and then pushed them to face the marine. "Do you both have something that you need to say to the Corporal?"

Jenny threw glare at Torren before turning her gaze back to the man at the table. She dropped her eyes to the floor. "Sorry, Corp'l Dobbs."

"Sorry," mumbled Max from beside her.

"It's okay kids," the corporal began, but Torren cut him off.

"I disagree. Though an apology may be accepted, such behaviour is not acceptable." He fixed the two of them with a stern look. "How do you think your fathers would feel about the example you have set for the other Lantean children today?"

While Jenny and Max fidgeted, Torren studied the marine for a moment then smiled and nodded. "Corporal Dodd, as an expression of true repentance, Jenny and Max will take your dirty uniform to the laundry tomorrow. They will be sure to deliver it back to you clean and pressed by tomorrow evening."

"That's not really..." The corporal stopped, took in Torren's expression, and reconsidered. "Uhm. Okay." He gave a quiet laugh. "Sure can tell that you're Ms. Teyla's boy."

"Thank you." Torren bowed his head at the marine before turning his attention back to the two trouble makers.

"Now. Do I need to call the General and the Doctor, or are you two going to clean this up with no further argument?"

Jenny started picked the scattered lunch items up from the floor as Max heaved a sigh. "I'll get the mop."


***

A few minutes later, the floor was good as new and the garbage had all been discarded. The children, however, were getting grumpier.

"I'm hungry!" whine Max after he bussed the tray.

"Me too!" agreed Jenny from where she was sitting at a table.

The two of them were disheveled, both from tussling and cleaning up the mess, and sported dried streaks of chocolate pudding up their legs. Hungry as they were, neither one of them would make a move to take any more food. They both knew that until Torren released them on their own recognizance, they were pretty much under house arrest and anything they wanted to do would need to be approved by him first.

After a moment, he spoke. "I am not pleased that the two of you acted in such a disgraceful manner."

"Are you gonna tell our daddies?" Jenny asked in a tremulous voice. Max stood beside her, eyes wide, waiting for the answer as well.

"I have decided that I do not need to inform them. I am sure that the marines who were in attendance will let the entire base know all the highlights."

Max sank into a chair beside Jenny and put his head in his hands. "Daddy's gonna KILL me. I will be grounded for, like a week!"

"I know!" Jenny commiserated. "Daddy's probably gonna take away my skateboard too!"

"I would be willing to tell General Sheppard and Dr. McKay that you were very apologetic to the Corporal and cooperative in cleaning up your mess. Perhaps that will help to mitigate some of the punishment that you might receive."

"Oh pleeeease?" implored Jenny and Max with one voice.

Torren smiled. "In addition, I would like to say that I was personally pleased with your quick change of heart and willingness to make amends. And you did not argue with me when it came time to clean up. "So. As a reward for this, would you like to come to the settlement with me now to share mid-afternoon meal with Aunt Teyla and Uncle Kanaan?" he asked. "If your fathers approve, you may stay overnight, and I will bring you back in the morning."

He suddenly found himself engulfed by fierce hugs. It had been a long week away from his mother, and he had been looking forward to seeing her. He suspected that part of the volatility in Max and Jenny was because they, too, were missing their favourite aunt. He certainly saw how the General and the Doctor missed his mother when she was not in the city every day. A visit might be just the thing to put them on a more even keel.

He sent them off to change and pack up their toothbrushes and some clothes for the next day, certain that the answer to the requested visit would be a yes, then headed into the kitchen to raid the pantry. He was pretty sure there was more chocolate pudding back there somewhere.


***
It was supper time and the mess hall was bustling nosily. No one paid much attention to the two men entered the mess hall. They walked side by side, bantering in their normal fashion. McKay's hand motioned wildly, never still, while Sheppard snarked out laconic replies.

The casual sniping that characterized their relationship continued as they grabbed their trays, Sheppard snagging a Turkey sandwich, McKay taking the meatloaf. They came to the dessert tray and froze. There were a dozen pudding cups, but only one was chocolate. They glanced at each other briefly and then two hands darted out. One was just a smidgen slower than the other.

"Sheppard!" Blue eyes flashed like lasers. "That's mine! You don't even like chocolate that much!"

"I don't see your name on it." Sheppard set the pudding cup carefully beside the sandwich on the tray.

McKay made a grab for it, but Sheppard twisted away, blocking the move.

"Oh, c'mon! Give it!"

"No, McKay. Have a butterscotch one."

"But I don't *want* a butterscotch one!" He took a butterscotch one anyway. "Sometimes I hate you!"

Sheppard started to walk towards their customary table, and called out over his shoulder with a big grin. "I hate you more!"

McKay noticed one particular table of marines who all seemed to be casting surreptitious looks his way. A few of them seemed to be choking and red in the face. He stopped and stared.

"What?" he demanded.

A corporal... Dabs? Dods? Something likes that –cleared his throat and responded. "Nothing sir. Nothing at all."

McKay scowled at him, unconvinced, but gave a little huff and then moved along to settle across from Sheppard at the table.

"What was that about?" asked Sheppard before he took a bite of his sandwich.

"I think they're laughing at me! I just don't know *why* they're laughing at me! Do I have toilet paper stuck to my shoe?" McKay glanced down to check, but no. No toilet paper.

"You're just being paranoid, Rodney."

McKay scowled again. "I am not! I can tell when someone's laughing at me. It just drives me crazy when I don't know why."

"Don't let it get to you. Marines are weird," Sheppard intoned sagely as if that were the answer. "So. Kids are farmed out for the night. Beer on the pier later?"

And McKay was willing to go with that. Especially when Sheppard picked up the chocolate pudding cup and swapped it for the butterscotch one that Rodney had grabbed. He smiled. "Yeah."

~fin

Comments

( 23 comments — Leave a comment )
entropy_maximum
Mar. 22nd, 2010 10:56 am (UTC)
Oh man this is awesome! And so adorable! I just went back and read Maximum McKay and eeeeeeee. I so hope you write more!
shaddyr
Mar. 23rd, 2010 05:36 am (UTC)
Happy to hear you enjoyed it! There are more in the works - I just write slooooowly.
alsogater
Mar. 22nd, 2010 05:00 pm (UTC)
LMAO! Thank you for the great fic. Written with info only a parent would know!

More please. ;)
shaddyr
Mar. 23rd, 2010 05:37 am (UTC)
INORITE?? Kidz are kids!

More to come. Eventually.
korilian
Mar. 22nd, 2010 06:13 pm (UTC)
Hee! That was hilarious.
shaddyr
Mar. 23rd, 2010 04:47 pm (UTC)
*smirk* Thanks! I am glad you enjoyed!
kensieg
Mar. 25th, 2010 12:44 pm (UTC)
you icon is creepy! interesting but scary (to me.)
wanted_a_pony
Mar. 22nd, 2010 06:58 pm (UTC)
Hoot, this is wonderful! I just followed your link & read Maximum McKay which was great too, & now I'm really eager to read any more in this 'verse that you may have time/energy to write down. Thanks very much for writing & sharing this unique kid!fic POV & the great characters!
shaddyr
Mar. 23rd, 2010 04:48 pm (UTC)
I have a few more ideas floating about, and plan to write them even - it's just I tend to write at glacial speeds. I will try to be a little faster though. *grin*

Thanks for the FB!
kensieg
Mar. 25th, 2010 12:46 pm (UTC)
said in an Orson Wellesina tone: "We will read no story before its time." Please don't sacrifice quality for speed.
schneefink
Mar. 22nd, 2010 07:50 pm (UTC)
McKay noticed one particular table of marines who all seemed to be casting surreptitious looks his way. A few of them seemed to be choking and red in the face.

xDDD
They´re like their fathers´ incarnations. And Torren, too!
shaddyr
Mar. 23rd, 2010 04:51 pm (UTC)
I *know*! They are totally chips off the old block.

I have this image of Jenny careening down the pier on her skateboard, not a care in the world, black hair streaming behind her, screeching to a halt inches from the Daedalus, then flipping her board under her arm, looking up at the ship and yelling out "Uncle Caldwell! Wadja bringme?"
outsideth3box
Mar. 22nd, 2010 07:51 pm (UTC)
Oh that's wonderful! The title is perfect. I love the way you wrote the beginning, not showing that it was the kids until farther in, that was well done.
shaddyr
Mar. 23rd, 2010 04:52 pm (UTC)
Hee!

I thought it was just so like them - and then, at the end, it really was just so like them!

Thanks babe!
blackchaps
Mar. 23rd, 2010 12:16 am (UTC)
Hee!
shaddyr
Mar. 23rd, 2010 04:52 pm (UTC)
*curtsy*

Thanks!
margarks
Mar. 26th, 2010 12:48 am (UTC)
hee! very cute!
shaddyr
Mar. 29th, 2010 06:22 am (UTC)
Thanks! I am glad you enjoyed!
gottalovev
Mar. 26th, 2010 06:11 pm (UTC)
lol! just like the daddies! that was adorable :)
shaddyr
Mar. 29th, 2010 06:23 am (UTC)
YIS! They are totally chips off the old blocks! Scarily so, in fact!

And Torren is likely much like Kanaan, as I imagine that Kanaan and Teyla are quite similar in personality.
michelel72
Mar. 27th, 2010 03:45 am (UTC)
Ha! Great parallel.
shaddyr
Mar. 29th, 2010 06:24 am (UTC)
Ha! I thought so!

I'm glad that you liked it. Nice icon choice, BTW - very appropriate for the fic!
mirror_mirrin
May. 12th, 2010 02:19 am (UTC)
The General and the Doctor? General?? Wow! Me likey! And oh, I love the comparison between the kiddies and the adults. Nicely done!
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