There was a cute internet story about a groom who leaped into water to save a struggling child, completely drenching his wedding clothes. And of course I thought about John and Rodney, getting married on Earth so that people like the Millers and John's brother could attend. It's maybe at a club, or some nice place with a grassy outdoors and a gazebo for the minister and wedding couple to stand in front of. John and Rodney are in suits, though John's is black and Rodney's is a dove gray. They're posed for various pictures before the wedding, because they think not seeing each other before the wedding is kinda ridiculous, and besides, it's polite to get that stuff out of the way. They've even posed for one on the bridge that goes over the babbling creek, by the decorative white railing. Radek is the photographer, of course, occasionally tilting up his glasses and squinting at the screen on his huge digital.
Guests are starting to arrive, Sam and Teyla and Jeannie in nice dresses, the men in casual suits, and someone fusses (Jeannie, right?) that they shouldn't be hanging around and chatting to the guests, they should go inside and not see each other until they come out for the ceremony. But John hears a noise and looks over and realizes a child is struggling in the water, so he wades right in to grab him. The child isn't big, but he's squirmy, and John slips, holding up the child, but getting thoroughly drenched, before he reaches the shore again. Ronon whips in and grabs the child before Rodney can, so at least Rodney doesn't get all wet.
At first I thought John was ready to get married in wet clothes, because the minister is on a deadline and needs to leave for the next wedding. But then I thought no, Jack would marry them. But Generals don't have inherent marrying powers, do they? So probably it's Caldwell marrying them, because he's a ship's captain and it counts even on land. Oh! Or Sam? She's a ship's captain too. So there's no time frame. John squishes off to find something to change into, and returns in jeans and a white button down shirt with a... I'm trying to say Nehru collar, what do I mean? And no shoes, because I find bare feet sexy, and the grass is very pleasant and ticklish on John's skin.
Rodney doesn't care that the wedding pictures themselves will look strange. He loves his man for the reckless idiot he is, and gives him a kiss though someone (Jeannie again?) scolds him for kissing before the wedding.
Everyone sits down on the folding chairs. The sun is warm but not hot, just perfectly pleasant. Someone (Vala? Daniel?) has a speaker rigged to a phone and plays the wedding march. John's hair is still wet but he tousled it a bit and it sticks up as it dries in the sun. The ceremony is brief but moving, then everyone enjoys an excellent meal inside the clubhouse, with Maddie and Torren regularly tapping their knives on glasses (they're drinking Martinellis) to make Uncle Rodney and Uncle John kiss.
It's a nice thought.
On a somewhat related note, Dad, brother, his girlfriend, and I went to the Battle of the Big Bands this afternoon, with one band playing the music of Glenn Miller and the other Tommy Dorsey's. It was hosted by some guy who played Rod Remington on Glee, which is not at all a character I remember. A host at a musical competition, probably, he had that look. Excellent swing music, both bands did a great job. I know more Glenn Miller then Tommy Dorsey. Dad's favorites from that era are actually Benny Goodman and Count Basie.
But so! They started with the kind of music that makes me picture swing dancing where one partner is constantly flipping the other up and around and over his head. I think I could only fanfic this if the pairing was Qui/Obi. My brain needs a height disparity to picture the moves.
Before the last number before the intermission, the host announced that there was a 100-year-old veteran in the audience, and also one of the five survivors of the bombing of the US Arizona at Pearl Harbor, and there was suddenly a standing ovation for these gentlemen. I confess, i got a little teary-eyed. So I thought of elderly John and Rodney at a performance, and it is announced that the two heroes of the final battle with the Wraith over Earth (the battle would need a name, what would it be named after?) are in the audience. John slouches into his seat but Rodney makes him stand. Rodney remembers every second of that hellish day, and how John's decisive commands, and his own frantic repairs to the ship (what name?) saved so many lives and ended the Wraith scourge. And goddamnit, even if it was a couple of decades ago, people should appreciate John. And him, of course.
Anyway, back in real life, the host and the female singer went into a duet on Don't Sit Under the Apple Tree, only with John and Rodney, they'd be watching... they'd be watching... the battle of 80s punk vs 80s pop! And I'm listening to both the apple tree song on the stage and hearing Our House by Madness in my brain. I had to push out the Our House, it was too clashing.
(But I've got it on youtube now.)
We ate dinner at Cattleman's afterwards. I ordered a lemon drop and the waitress asked me if wanted the regular or the raspberry. Why is this even a question? If I wanted a raspberry drop, I would have ordered a raspberry drop. Give me the pure citrus that kills Rodney McKay! I think this is the only drink on which I've based a fanfic, it shall always be a favorite of mine.
My brain too often goes into depressive places. I like these strange bunnies hopping through my brain, they amuse me and make me cackle.
Anyway, that was a massive purge but now I think I shall sprawl on the couch and give The Inhumans a try.