sgasesa_admin (sgasesa_admin) wrote in sga_santa,

Fic: Brotherly Love (Gen, G)

Title: Brotherly Love
Author: Anon
Recipient: peet4paint
Characters: Jeannie Miller, Rodney McKay
Rating: G
Disclaimer: SGA doesn't belong to me.
Summary: "Are you really going to make dinner instead of paying attention to what your own brother is trying to tell you?"

Jeannie tucks the telephone against her shoulder and picks up the knife once more. "What did John do this time?" she asks as she starts a steady rhythm slicing carrots.

"Are you really going to make dinner instead of paying attention to what your own brother is trying to tell you?" His outrage is clear, but she's fairly sure it's also fake.

"If my own brother wants to eat dinner when he gets back to his own house, then yes."

Rodney harumphs, and she hears a car door slam. "Well, it wasn't John this time. He's still on -- at the Alpha site, flying ... things." Jeannie can't help but laugh to herself at his idea of discretion over an open line. "You know, if it weren't for the lessons I have to teach Madison after dinner, I'd be staying here all night to fix this idiot's mistake!"

"And we all appreciate the sacrifice you're making." She's startled to find her words coming out sincerely, but Maddie really has been enjoying her lessons about astrophysics. She certainly inherited the McKay genes, and if her uncle has any say in it, she'll get quite the head start in the field.

"Yes, well." He sounds mollified as his engine starts. "I'll never get to show her Atlantis if we can't get these new security protocols implemented ahead of schedule."

"You're working with Radek on that, right?" She tips the vegetables into the already-boiling pot.

"If by working with you mean I'm holding his hand while he moves more slower than a snail with social anxiety."

Jeannie replaces the lid on the pot and glances towards her laptop, balanced precariously on top of the microwave. "You know how he feels about schedules."

"You know how he's wrong about schedules." She can almost see his petulant look, lower lip turned down in a disturbingly young pout.

She sighs loudly. "I'll talk to him for you," she promises, already opening the email from the scientist in question no doubt asking her to promise him the same. "Now, stop talking while you're driving."

"I'm expecting real meat in my dinner tonight," he shoots back, hanging up without a further word.

Jeannie rolls her eyes and checks on the tofurkey in the oven. A bit of "accidental" burning, and he wouldn't even be able to tell....
Tags: genre: general

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