FIC: "I love you, John Sheppard?" RPS, David H./Joe F. FRT 1/1

TITLE: "I Love You, John Sheppard?"
AUTHOR: helenkacan / Helena K.
RATING: FRT/PG13 (m/m kissing)
PAIRING: David H/Joe F (Rodney/John implied)
SUMMARY: What really happened in Season 4 ... behind the scenes.
WORD COUNT: 3,162
DEDICATION: To the two fabulous actors who have made Rodney and John who they really are – real in the eyes (and, um, obsessions) of all their fans.
TIMELINE: Takes place during ShoreLeave 2008 (with additional details supplied by The Flan during Comic Con 2008, talking about filming of S4); other info gathered from A Dog's Breakfast, a spoiler for S5x03 and DH's role in Century Hotel.
NOTE: "Speech"
Emphasis in thought or speech
STYLE NOTE: Written in first person, David's POV
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. DUH. I have the utmost respect and admiration for David Hewlett and Joe Flanigan. There is NO partner betrayal implied. It's only about the art and craft of acting. [And sub-text that I have fictitiously attributed to the actors.] The actors belong to themselves and to their respective families. The characters of Rodney and John – and SGA in general - belong to a whole bunch of alphabetical entities. I know the Polish alphabet. Not the same thing. Not for profit, just fun.
FEEDBACK: Yes, I'm a big girl. I can take it. And, no, I don't think this merits the special hell, either.
DISTRIBUTION: Posted to my LJ and cross-posted to sga_rps.

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FIC: "I love you, John Sheppard?" RPS, David H./Joe F. FRT 1/1

TITLE: "I Love You, John Sheppard?"
AUTHOR: helenkacan / Helena K.
RATING: FRT/PG13 (m/m kissing)
PAIRING: David H/Joe F (Rodney/John implied)
SUMMARY: What really happened in Season 4 ... behind the scenes.
WORD COUNT: 3,162
DEDICATION: To the two fabulous actors who have made Rodney and John who they really are – real in the eyes (and, um, obsessions) of all their fans.
TIMELINE: Takes place during ShoreLeave 2008 (with additional details supplied by The Flan during Comic Con 2008, talking about filming of S4); other info gathered from A Dog's Breakfast, a spoiler for S5x03 and DH's role in Century Hotel.
NOTE: "Speech"
Emphasis in thought or speech
STYLE NOTE: Written in first person, David's POV
DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. DUH. I have the utmost respect and admiration for David Hewlett and Joe Flanigan. There is NO partner betrayal implied. It's only about the art and craft of acting. [And sub-text that I have fictitiously attributed to the actors.] The actors belong to themselves and to their respective families. The characters of Rodney and John – and SGA in general - belong to a whole bunch of alphabetical entities. I know the Polish alphabet. Not the same thing. Not for profit, just fun.
FEEDBACK: Yes, I'm a big girl. I can take it. And, no, I don't think this merits the special hell, either.
DISTRIBUTION: Posted to my LJ and cross-posted to sga_rps.

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Shhhh. Be very quiet. Mum is too tired to post.

Hi, it's us, the piggies (and, yes, a chair full of Elmos and horsies and a FROG).

Mum's too tired, because she wrotsted today. And she posted. We're just littl'uns and we still don't understand what posting is. Even though we're doing it. I guess that means we're reeeeeeal smart.

But Mum was so happy she finished her story. It's sorta, kinda about Rodney and John, but not, because Mum made it all twisty.

And Uncle Brian sent Mum a text message by making Mum's sillyphone go all blurbly. ::stomp little hoofs:: Well, it did! We know what we're talking about.

But Mum didn't pay any attention to Uncle Brian's message about unpacking boxes. We say boxes are boring. Right, Mum? Writing is much more fun ... or work ... or something. Mum thinks it's rewarding, but we didn't see any prizes or chocolate or toys. Maybe there's something we don't understand about all this writing stuff.

Anyway, we have to make Mum go to bed soon, because she has chores to do tomorrow. We promise we'll help lots, Mum. [ed. note: Mum replies, Oh, dear, just what I needed.]

Hugs from all of us (and Mum, too) and good night.

Shhhh. Be very quiet. Mum is too tired to post.

Hi, it's us, the piggies (and, yes, a chair full of Elmos and horsies and a FROG).

Mum's too tired, because she wrotsted today. And she posted. We're just littl'uns and we still don't understand what posting is. Even though we're doing it. I guess that means we're reeeeeeal smart.

But Mum was so happy she finished her story. It's sorta, kinda about Rodney and John, but not, because Mum made it all twisty.

And Uncle Brian sent Mum a text message by making Mum's sillyphone go all blurbly. ::stomp little hoofs:: Well, it did! We know what we're talking about.

But Mum didn't pay any attention to Uncle Brian's message about unpacking boxes. We say boxes are boring. Right, Mum? Writing is much more fun ... or work ... or something. Mum thinks it's rewarding, but we didn't see any prizes or chocolate or toys. Maybe there's something we don't understand about all this writing stuff.

Anyway, we have to make Mum go to bed soon, because she has chores to do tomorrow. We promise we'll help lots, Mum. [ed. note: Mum replies, Oh, dear, just what I needed.]

Hugs from all of us (and Mum, too) and good night.