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17 November 2007 @ 02:22 am
More Wee!John fic (2 for the price of one!)  
Okay, so two for the price of one. The top on was an answer to sheafrotherdon’s ‘Hush! John and Rodney are Sleeping!’ Challenge. I’m posting me answer here and not linking you to the comment there, simply because there were typos etc that needed fixing! (The link was in a previous post on my LJ) However, go read all the other wonderful pieces of writing that were produced. Well, you know, after you’ve read this one! :p

The second one is…well…*cries* I’m sorry! It needed to be written. Honest. And, hey, the first one’s cute…

Nap Time
By Kyizi

Stargate: Atlantis and all related items do not belong to me, only the stories and their related original ideas and characters are mine. No copyright infringement intended.
Rating: PG
Characters: Rodney, four-year-old John Sheppard, Lorne and Zelenka.
Spoilers: None, but it’s sort of set around season three, I guess.
Feedback: Is a gift. It’s nice to give :)
Notes: I saw the challenge and I couldn’t resist :)

Summary: He’s seen the impossible since coming to Pegasus, but a four year old with the ability to complete an entire advanced sudoku book in two hours and the military precision to nail Lorne’s ass with a slingshot at twenty metres is something different entirely.

This ‘verse started with Five Ancient Devices Rodney McKay Wishes He’d Never Discovered (number three) and continues in Just an Ordinary Day and Christmas with the Millers.

* * *

There’s a sniffle from behind him, just level with his hip and Rodney closes his eyes and takes a deep breath; he cannot cope with this right now. He’s spent the entire morning cleaning up after his incompetents and he hasn’t the patience to be nice, he hasn’t the patience to deal with someone else’s needs and he’d rather deal with a Wraith than have to pretend he’s not tired, irritated and more than a little pissed off.

“Wodney,” a small voice says and he lets out a sigh of resignation.


“Wodney,” -- sniffle -- "I’s having a bad day.”

Rodney frowns and turns to look at the red rimmed eyes of the child next to him, ignoring the purple abomination clutched in his hands – and God, can’t he lose that thing already. He glances up and sees Lorne in the doorway, looking worn out and worried -- no, not worried so much as guilty -- and Rodney wants to yell at him, but he doesn’t have the energy and, hey, if he’s learned anything over the last year and a half, it’s that Lorne’s an awesome babysitter. Whatever happened, it wasn’t Lorne’s fault. But Rodney really wants to blame him.

“Wodney. I wanna go seep.”

“You and me both,” Rodney mutters, dropping off his stool and picking the boy up.

“You seep, too?” And damned if the hope in that tiny voice doesn’t make him actually want to.

“I have too much work to do.”

“You always woking, Wodney.”

He’s refusing to look at the boy as he’s walking past Lorne, dismissing the man with a shrug and a failed attempt at a smile, because he knows what he’ll see. He’ll see a half glare and a resigned look that belongs on a face about 35 years older and Rodney really can’t take that right now. Because, as idiotic as his staff can be, he knows the real reason he’s having a bad day. His research into the machine that did this is on hold, orders from Elizabeth herself, and Rodney’s pissed, doesn’t want to stop being pissed, because this is Sheppard they’re talking about. And no one seems to care anymore.

“Wodney, you okay?”

Finally he does look and he tries to smile. “I’m fine.” The wry look on the four-year-old’s face tells him he’s not fooling anyone.

“Doctor McKay?”

“What?” He snaps out irritably and Miko looks startled. There’s a sharp poke on his shoulder and he glares momentarily at the cause.

“Hi Miko.”

The woman grins suddenly, “Hi John.”

“Yes, yes, we all know he’s still capable of wrapping a woman around his little finger, let’s not encourage him,” Rodney snaps, more to John than to Miko. “What do you want?”

“Oh, we have results.”

“Ina mo’ning, Wodney.”

“I am perfectly capable of making my own decision on this, thank you,” Rodney says and John glares at him. “Like that’s going to work.” John raises an eyebrow. “Okay, fine, so it’s worked before. Not this time. This time I’m dropping you off with Teyla.”

John looks like he’s about to cry and if Rodney feels like he is, too, then he’s refusing to admit it.

“I’ll be back in ten minutes,” he says to Miko and stalks off to his quarters to get John’s things, resolutely not looking anywhere but forward.

* * *


Lorne turns to the scientist standing in the doorway and smiles. “Radek, what can I do for you?”

“It is Doctor McKay.”

“What happened?” he asks, jumping to his feet.

“He told Miko to meet him in lab and did not come. He is not answering to calls and I thought you had John?”

Lorne shakes his head and winces. “Handed him over about an hour ago. He was a bit…cranky today.”

“Not much different to when he was old,” the Czech says with a smile.

“That is a Colonel in the United States military you’re talking about,” Lorne says, not a hint of reprimand in his voice. He picks up his gun and heads out the door, Radek following closely behind him.

They've been looking for hours when Lorne finally picks up their trail; a small, round object that would have sent him skidding unceremoniously to the floor had it not been for the wall in his way. He glares, picks it up and examines it, before throwing it to Radek. The Czech looks at it suspiciously, before his eyebrows rise in understanding.

"John will be most displeased," he says struggling to keep his composure.

"That's my Commanding Officer you're talking about," Lorne says with a smirk. "This way," he says, continuing forward. There’s a balcony about half way down the corridor that he knows Sheppard used to hide out on and, even though the four year old version of his CO seems to have no recollection of his life prior to his run in with the machine, there are the little things that tell Lorne it’s buried somewhere in the boy’s brain. He’s seen the impossible since coming to Pegasus, but a four year old with the ability to complete an entire advanced sudoku book in two hours and the military precision to nail Lorne’s ass with a slingshot at twenty metres is something different entirely.

“Almost there,” he says, more to himself than to the scientist curiously following behind him.

“What do you think Doctor McKay is d- oh!” Radek actually walks into him as Lorne stops in the doorway, a small smile playing on his lips.

They’re lying in a bundle in one corner, John lying comatose on Rodney’s slowly rising chest, his thumb in his mouth and drool on Rodney’s shirt. The purple toy (now one eyed) that Lorne intends to never let Sheppard live down when they get him back is nestled in the crook of his other arm. And McKay is…well, snoring. Loudly.

“Doc, I think you should tell Miko to get some sleep. Something’s come up that’s going to keep Doctor McKay busy until tomorrow.”

Radek smiles at him and nods, turning on his heel and leaving quickly. His footsteps echo behind him. Lorne takes another moment to watch over the sleeping pair, wishing that there was more he could do to take the pressure off Doctor McKay, wishing there was something more he could do other than being a babysitter. He loves watching the kid, but there’s something slightly disconcerting to know that that boy was his CO.

He knows Elizabeth means well, knows she has to think of the city as a whole, but it’s not right that she’s given up. He’s tried to encourage her positive thinking, but he only has so much leeway with her now and that stings. But he couldn’t have done any different back then, especially not now. Watching them together, seeing how much Rodney McKay needs even the child version of John Sheppard to keep him sane, Lorne knows he made the right decision in ensuring the boy stayed on Atlantis.

Even if Elizabeth will never forgive him for it.

He steps back, takes one last look and smiles. He’ll leave them for a few more hours, make sure no one bothers them (barring a Wraith attack) and heads back to the labs, whistling. It’s been a really bad day, but tomorrow’s a new one and maybe Radek can do some of Rodney’s work on the machine in the meantime.

* * *


By Kyizi

Stargate: Atlantis and all related items do not belong to me, only the stories and their related original ideas and characters are mine. No copyright infringement intended.
Rating: maybe 12A/PG-13
Characters: Rodney, four-year-old John Sheppard and Lorne
Spoilers: Season three.
Feedback: Is a gift. It’s nice to give :)
Notes: I was writing the main fic when a thought occurred to me. I wish I hadn’t realised I needed to write this. So I thought if I wrote it as another snippet, it’d be like ripping off a plaster; all at once to make it less painful :(

Summary: John pulls back and looks at him with bright innocent eyes and Rodney doesn’t think he can do this. But the boy trusts him. And, God, is he going to have to do this all over again when John’s Sheppard again? When he’s really John, is he going to remember? Because once is hard enough, but twice might just kill him.

Author notes: Okay, so I’ve messed with the timelines a bit… and I kinda wish I’d never had to write this *sobs*

* * *

It’s the frantic screaming that alerts him to the fact that he’s found what he’s looking for. He didn’t think anything could make him feel any worse, but this does. This is so much worse and he cannot handle it. But he thinks that maybe not handling it would be much harder. He might not have Sheppard, he might not have John…but he’s got the only thing left of the man and he intends to hang onto it. Possible literally. Right now, he thinks he might literally need to hold on, because…oh, God.

He turns the corner and a streak of small boy flies across the room and thuds into his legs so hard he almost falls over. He picks John up and holds the sobbing child tightly, doesn’t want to let go, won’t let go, because he can’t.

Rodney glances across the room and meets the red rimmed eyes of Lorne, thinks that maybe this is one of the times he should use the man’s actual name, but to hell if he can remember it. He can’t really think.


“I’m here.”

“Day was a big bang and…I heard ‘nothe one and…”

“I’m here.” His voice catches and he takes a steadying breath, noticing Lorne’s chest hitch slightly. Caldwell’s still on Atlantis, so Lorne’s not in charge at the moment, didn’t have to be there, but he knows. He can’t not know and oh, God, how the hell is Rodney supposed to tell John? He’s a kid for God’s sakes and he…

”Wodney, I gots a cut,” John says hiccoughing and leaning back to look at him. The boy’s pouting and red faced and he’s just a kid.

“I wan’ go see Cawson. Get fixed.”

“I’ve got to-” Lorne stumbles past as Rodney nods and keeps nodding, because if he stops he’ll have to start speaking and he doesn’t think he can. Not yet. He can’t, because…because he has to tell John.

“Wodney? What’s wong?”

“I…there…just give me a minute, okay?”

“Okay.” John frowns, then throws his arms around Rodney’s neck, whispering. “S’ow me how tight you can cuddle.” And Rodney’s heart breaks and he feels a sob rising in his chest. Because that’s a game Carson played with John. A competition; something the Scot had done with his sisters and cousins as a child and it’s the last thing Rodney needs and at the same time it’s exactly what he needs.

Stumbling across the room, Rodney makes his way to the bed, curls up at the top and just holds John, shaking a little with silent sobs and trying to stem the flow of tears. He’s already lost Sheppard, but there’s always the hope that one day Rodney will be able to fix that. But this? This is something that all the physics and all the math in the universe can’t make okay. He can’t make it okay. No one can. And now he’s lost his best friend. One of the only other people in this galaxy outside his team that actually likes him and he’s gone. And Rodney could have made sure it didn’t happen. Rodney could have not lied, could have said, “Sure, I’ll go fishing with you, Carson, old buddy”, but he’d lied. He’d lied badly, because Carson had known what he was going to do. He’d spent the day with the machine. Spent the day trying to fix one best friend and lost the other.


“I’m okay.”


John pulls back and looks at him with bright innocent eyes and Rodney doesn’t think he can do this. But the boy trusts him. And, God, is he going to have to do this all over again when John’s Sheppard again? When he’s really John, is he going to remember? Because once is hard enough, but twice might just kill him.

“I need to tell you something.”

John nods, seeming to sense that it’s not a good something. His eyes are tearing up already and Rodney can’t take this.

“There was an accident in the med lab.”

“Did you fix it?”

Rodney takes a deep breath. “Do you remember when I got called out of bed and had to leave you with Teyla?”

“Yes, she was cwanky and you said the f-wowd.”

“I did not. You misheard me.”

“Suw fing, Wodney.” John grins, but then turns serious. “Was the scie’tists sick?”

“Yes, two of them. But we didn’t know they were and Cars…Carson… is a doctor, remember.”

John nods. “He fixed my foot.”

“Yeah, yeah, he did. But if you hadn’t been playing with that-”

“Was Evan’s fault!”

Evan. Lorne’s name. He’d need to remember. And he’s stalling. He knows he’s stalling. He wonders if he can stall for longer, maybe a few days, maybe…


“We found out they were sick. Carson tried to fix one of them. But there was a problem.”

John nods. “’Lantis made them sick.”

Rodney frowns. “You said that this morning when I left.”

“Yup. S’e didn’t mean to but they was playing wif stuff and it went wong.”

“Oh, God, why didn’t I listen,” Rodney murmurs. He’s long since given up trying to explain how John in his present form has this new connection with Altantis, but it’s helped them out on more than one occasion. But this morning he was so tired, he was so annoyed at having been woken up, at having had to wake up Teyla and sort out John and go down to the med lab for nothing that he’d just not really heard what John was telling him through wide-mouthed yawns.

“Was they weally sick?”

“They-They, uh, had tumours in their brains.”

“Choomus,” John says, frowning. “Is that bad?”

“Yes, yes, it’s bad. But this was worse, because they were…the noises that frightened you, the ones that…”

John’s eyes widen. “Choomus go boom?” he asks and Rodney’s so upset that he can’t stall some more by bringing up the boys lack of grammar, or just anything to make this not have to happen now.

“Yes,” he says, instead, swallowing hard. “They exploded. The first one hurt a lot of people and…and Carson tried to…he had to try to fix the other one. He wanted to help, because…because he’s a…”

“Because he’s doctor,” John says and he’s starting to sniffle. As if he’s already guessed what’s happening, but he’s too young to know. He shouldn’t know already.

“Yes, because he’s a stupid, selfless, martyr and he…”

John sobs. “Cawson?”

“I’m so sorry,” Rodney whispers, not really sure who he’s speaking to and John launches himself forward, his elbow catching Rodney’s chin and his other hand pounding at Rodney’s shoulder. And it hurts but he doesn’t even feel it, because there’s an ache in his chest that’s so much stronger. It physically hurts, because he’s lost Carson and he’s still not managed to fix John and he has to be strong for the boy, has to continue on as if nothing’s different…but it’ll never be the same again.

It takes a while, but Rodney eventually realises that John’s asleep. He’s still cradling the boy to his shoulder when the door hisses open.

“Sorry,” Lorne says, swallowing and looking a little lost in the doorway.

“Don’t be. It’s your room.” He scoots off the end of the bed, trying not to jostle the sleeping boy in his arms. He’s at the doorway when he stops, facing the major and trying to figure out what to say. Lorne does a lot for him and, even if he’s half convinced himself that the man thinks Rodney’s attempt at parenting skills leave a lot to be desired, he knows he never really says thank you.

“He asked me to go fishing with him,” Lorne says, before Rodney gets the chance to flounder some more. “I think he asked everybody. I could’ve gone.”

“It was supposed to be me,” Rodney whispers. “It was me who promised him in the first place.”

“Well,” Lorne says, smiling sadly. “He understood. We all do, even if we pretend we don’t know you’re still working on it. You’ll fix him, we need you to, and Carson understood that.”

“Right now, I don’t think I even understand it.”

“You’ve lost both your best friends,” Lorne says. “There is no understanding that. It sucks.”

“Yeah. Yeah, it really does.”

Lorne nods and moves into the room, giving Rodney space to leave. Just as he crosses the threshold, he turns. “Evan.”

Lorne looks startled, as if he didn’t think Rodney even knew his name, let alone remembered it…which, to be fair, he hadn’t. But he thinks he got his point across. All the same, he still feels the need to say it.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Rodney nods once more and turns away, his hands still clutching onto John, holding him like a lifeline. Because this child is all he has left of the one best friend he can actually save. Has to save. And maybe if he focuses on that, he can ignore the gaping wound that Carson just left.


* * *


I actually have no words…I’m sorry. I feel very upset now.

I realise I’ve messed with timeline. Although, now that I think about it, you might not, because the main fic is a WiP that I haven’t posted yet, but my point is that, yes, I’ve changed things. I’ve inserted about two years somewhere into the first half of season three. Probably somewhere between The Game and Sunday, because I think that fits best with the characterisation at this point.

On to Show Me How Tight You Can Cuddle

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Michelle: fandom rotted by brain (fried)ccmom on November 17th, 2007 02:59 am (UTC)
I'm pretty sure that my heart just broke. *checks* Yep, broken. Wow! Amazing job. I'm speechless. *wipes eyes*
kyizi: upsetkyizi on November 17th, 2007 03:14 am (UTC)
I so didn't want to write that one! But I realised I was already planning on haveing Keller in there at the end, so I needed to have Sunday happen :(

So glad you liked!
 Nayeli Honizrewillow_fae_20 on November 17th, 2007 04:26 am (UTC)
Oh wow. That was... Wow, *Smishes Poor Wodney, and John*.
kyizi: beautifulkyizi on November 19th, 2007 09:53 pm (UTC)
Thank you! They need all the hugs they can get. Glad you liked, thanks for the review :)
rusty_armour: canadarmrusty_armour on November 17th, 2007 05:07 am (UTC)
I don't blame you for being upset. I'm all teary-eyed myself! While I enjoyed "Nap Time," I found "Maybe" particularly moving. It's great that you chose to address "Sunday" in this series. My heart went out to poor Rodney when he had to break the news to John. That scene was heart-breaking but good.

I think I've neglected to post comments for the previous stories, but I've really been enjoying this series so far. I'm looking forward to seeing where you'll be taking it next. :-)
kyizi: john/rodneykyizi on November 19th, 2007 09:56 pm (UTC)
Oh, don't worry about it, thank you so much for commenting at all! I'm so glad you're enjoying this series. It's good to know I'm not writing the what-might-be-vaguely-epic WiP for no reason ;p

As for Sunday...yeah, I didn't want to write it, but I'm busy concocting the main fic and it has Keller in it as the main doctor at some point. To have Keller means to have Sunday and then my heart broke. I'm glad the scene came across well.

Thanks again for the review :)
polaroid_chicpolaroid_chic on November 17th, 2007 08:24 pm (UTC)
kyizi: hugskyizi on November 19th, 2007 09:56 pm (UTC)
Claire: ff7 // marlene - breakableandie_306 on November 18th, 2007 01:22 pm (UTC)
*sniffles* i skipped straight to read Maybe cos i'd read Nap Time already, it was so sad! but wonderfully well written. poor Carson =*(

think i'll go back and read the happy wee!john fics now, cheer myself up a bit =P

have i mentioned how much i adore this 'verse? cos it's awesome! there should be some wee!john icons...
kyizi: i heart youkyizi on November 19th, 2007 09:58 pm (UTC)
*hee* It fills me with glee that you love this 'verse!

*sobs* Yeah, poor Carson. And you can mention how much you love this 'verse as often as you like *g* I love that you do!

Oh! Oh! *flails* I WOULD LOVE WEE!JOHN ICONS! But where would I get the pics!?
Claire: sn // jensen - bum look big in this?andie_306 on November 20th, 2007 10:13 am (UTC)
i love it more than anything!!!!! i'll tell you as often as you like! =D

well my dad is a graphic artist and has a ton of cds with stock images, there might be a wee!john look alike in there, i'll go search for them!
kyizi: heekyizi on November 20th, 2007 03:33 pm (UTC)
Oh! Oh! *flails* I would LOVE a wee!John to icon! *glee* And in case it helps, here's a snippet from the main WiP that might help you find him and, because I think you deserve a sneak peek!

Elizabeth nods. “Okay, I’m going to re-establish contact and see if I can’t negotiate for whatever did this. Until then-”

“Why can’t we just go back with bigger guns?” Ronon asks and, for once, Rodney’s in complete agreement with the man. Shooting the bastards actually sounds therapeutic.

Elizabeth doesn’t seem to agree. “I don’t think that’s the best way to start planetary relations with possible trading partners.”

“Trading partners? Are you insane?”

“Rodney, they have-”

“They turned Sheppard into a kid! A goofy looking kid with crazy hair and big eyes and a desire to do nothing but scream and cry. What could they possibly have for negotiations?”

“Well, I hear it tastes like coffee.”

“Oh, well that’s…I don’t care!” And, okay, so he does, but does Elizabeth actually think he’s that shallow? He shakes his head, feeling more hurt than he might have thought he would, but possibly less than he ought.

Claire: john mayer // weee!andie_306 on November 21st, 2007 09:58 pm (UTC)
squeeeeee!! i love you so much!! *dances*

hee! i love it, and i'm sure i'll find the perfect picture from your description =D

thank you!! i've never got a sneak peek at a fic before, let along one i'm so bloody excited about!! hee!!

*smooches you back all over*
kyizi: beamskyizi on January 6th, 2008 09:16 pm (UTC)
*grins* I'm so glad you like!

I really need to get a move on with this (and every other!) fic. Oh, did you ever find a wee!John?
Claire: ffly // the man they call jayneandie_306 on January 29th, 2008 11:32 pm (UTC)
really really late reply i know! sorry! the search for wee!John is ongoing. i've yet to find a good one. i checked the cds my dad had, they're all ancient and a bit crap but he's given me a website to go to and his password to get rid of all the annoying watermarks so hopefully i'll have a bit more luck now.

i am determined to find a wee!John, you will have one eventually!!
kyizi: glee (miranda otto)kyizi on February 3rd, 2008 08:58 pm (UTC)

that makes me so happy!
Loriel Eris: john/rodney blue adrift // sgaloriel_eris on November 18th, 2007 11:36 pm (UTC)
I possibly really hate you. *sniff* I think you did indeed make me cry.

And I totally meant to phone you at some point in the last 24 hrs but I apparently suck.

Pretty sure I still hate you. *cries*
kyizi: beautifulkyizi on November 19th, 2007 09:59 pm (UTC)
*smooch* but you hate me in a 'that was awesome' kind of way...right? And, hey, I wrote more wee!John for your hug day!

kyizi: heekyizi on November 20th, 2007 03:34 pm (UTC)
*pokes* andie_306 is going to see if she can find me a wee!John to icon (*glee*), so I rewarded her with a snippet from the main fic. It's not much, but I thought you might want to take a peek ;p
artemis_primeartemis_prime on December 4th, 2007 03:36 am (UTC)
I have thoroughly enjoyed your weeJohn series. I especially like your take on Rodney's reaction to a boy John - gruff, but sympathetic. He is a natural parent to John and it's shining through. A good story (even if I don't necessarily agree about how four year olds pronounce words) that I anticipate reading much more of...soon! :)
kyizi: oopskyizi on December 5th, 2007 12:08 am (UTC)
Aw, thank you! I'm loving writing this 'verse.

As for four year old John, I think my problem is that I can't stop hearing my wee cousin Kian's voice, with his Scottish accent, which means that the way I write how he says words is coloured by the fact that I'm hearing my native accent. I also appreciate that John's speech is underdeveloped for a four year old and that is something I intend to develop more. I think the main problem is that I did this backwards; I'm writing snippets and posting them before the main fic!

THanks for the feedback, I'm hoping to have something new out in this 'verse around Christmas :)
artemis_primeartemis_prime on December 6th, 2007 12:57 am (UTC)
You're going to make me wait until Christmas?! I don't know if I can hold out that long! But I shall do my best :)
kyizi: facepalmkyizi on January 6th, 2008 10:00 pm (UTC)
*headdesk* Looks like I'm making you wait longer. I'm sorry! Real life ate me mid November and I've been stuck ever since. I'm working on getting my muses off and running again, though. Hopefully not long.
ariadne83ariadne83 on January 6th, 2008 09:17 am (UTC)
Wow, this is amazing. I love the little touches of adult Sheppard that show through (suw fing Wodney!)
kyizi: coffee (i love)kyizi on January 6th, 2008 09:15 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I often worry about getting the balance right sometimes, as wee!John doesn't speak at quite the right level for a four year old and yet he has wisdom beyond that.

Thanks so much for the review, I'm glad you liked :)
mirror_mirrinmirror_mirrin on May 10th, 2010 06:59 pm (UTC)
1st story - awwww!

2nd story - oh wow, that's just so sad. But very nicely done.
kyizi: squeekyizi on June 5th, 2010 10:15 pm (UTC)
Thanks for your reviews! I'm catching up on about two months of LJ comments and coming across these is just making my night!