Title: The Confession
Author: Keira Marcos
Big Short Prompt: Revenge
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Characters: John Sheppard, Rodney McKay, Jeannie McKay Miller
Genre: Romance, Slash
Word Count: 741
Warnings: No beta
Summary: John is adept at picking the right weapon for the job.
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John’s hands were shaking—a strange rage burned in him as he heard the recording of McKay saying, “I love you.”
Sheppard wondered how many times she’d listened to it. He stayed where he was as Jeannie finally left the infirmary. His gaze connected with hers and he saw, mirrored on her face, the same thing he was feeling. He jerked his chin toward a hallway, and she nodded. Words were beyond him, so he said nothing as she followed him down the hall and into a small empty room that was often used as temporary storage for trade items.
“She.” Jeannie rubbed her face with both hands. “She ignored something was wrong with him because she liked him better that way.”
John cleared his throat, and his right hand drifted to his thigh though he didn’t currently have a weapon. “I…”
“And Mer would be dead if she’d had her way!” Jeannie shouted. “She ignored Ronon who’s lived in this fucking galaxy his whole life!”
John activated the privacy protocols on the room with a thought. Jeannie Miller wasn’t saying anything he wasn’t thinking.
“But she liked him when he was losing everything that makes Mer who he is!” She started to pace. “I wonder when he got too dumb for her.”
“What the fuck are you going to do about it?” Jeannie demanded in a near hiss. She poked John in the chest. “Do something about it John Sheppard!”
He caught her hand and stared at her face. “What do you want me to do?”
“He told that little bitch he loved her.”
John took a deep breath. “No, he didn’t. She thought he was talking to her, but he was…for fuck’s sake.” He released her hand. “I was on the observation deck above them. He noticed me, and he was looking at me when he said it.”
“Oh, well, thank God for that!” Jeannie huffed then she glared at him. “So what are you going to do about it?”
“We need a plan that keeps our hands clean,” John murmured. “At least as far as Rodney is concerned. He has expressed romantic interest in her.”
“Why? If he’s in love with you?”
“I guess he doesn’t think I would be receptive,” he admitted and flushed when she raised an eyebrow at him. “That’s between him and me, Jeannie.”
“Right.” She frowned. “So what do we do because I want her to pay for this bullshit.”
“You and Sam Carter get along well?”
“Yes,” Jeannie said with a nod.
“Right, she served out here last year. She knows how important McKay is to the survival of the city. When you get back to the SGC, take her aside and tell her what Keller did—tell her everything she’s done regarding McKay’s care and how her personal feelings could’ve gotten him killed. Carter will keep your confidence if you tell her that you don’t want Rodney to know you intervened. She’ll take care of Keller.”
Jeannie stared for a moment. “And tossing her off a pier is off the table?”
He grinned at her, more charmed than anything else. “You have to pick the best weapon for each circumstance. In this instance, Carter is our best weapon. She’s political power to burn and she cares about the survival of the city.”
Jeannie nodded. “Okay. What will you do?”
“I’m going to make sure McKay is way too busy to give that foolish little girl the time of the day.”
“So…your weapon of choice in that situation is your dick?”
John shrugged, and she sighed.
The day after Jeannie returned to Earth, she sent John a picture of her and Sam Carter having coffee at a little café in Colorado Springs.
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“The IOA recalled Jennifer to Earth,” Rodney said as he settled in on John’s couch. “She’s upset.”
“Yeah, apparently Carter reviewed that whole parasite thing for Landry and found some issue with Jennifer’s performance,” McKay said with a frown. “Did she do something wrong?”
“Well, she did drill a hole in your head with a damned DeWalt,” John pointed out. “We were all explicit in our reports regarding everything so maybe Carter just has questions.”
“Right.” Rodney shifted closer and Sheppard tossed an arm around him. “What are we watching?”
“Perfect.” McKay moved closer.
John took a deep breath against short brown hair and brushed his lips against McKay’s temple. “Yeah.”
The Big Short is a short-form writing challenge hosted on Rough Trade’s forum, The Workshop. The prompts come in two forms — a word challenge (the theme) and a single character challenge. I post my responses to the prompts on the forum first and eventually they’ll make it to my website. Each is a stand alone piece with no potential for expansion.
These short works are NOT prompts! These are my responses to the forum prompts. No, you cannot use them as prompts. No you cannot continue my short work with a longer work or write a sequel. For fuck’s sake.