Warnings/Spoilers: Major sap warning
Length: 450 words
Summary: For the mcsheplets Challenge #31: Future
"I'm thinking about retiring." He didn't open his eyes... didn't want to look.
The finger that had been drawing lazy circles on his back stopped. When it started again, he could feel that the drawing was less random and had intent.
"And we were going to discuss this.... when?" Something -- annoyance? -- tinged that question.
A huff of breath. "Why now?"
He sighed and gave a small shrug. "Seems to be about time. The kids are gone." He hesitated. "We're not getting any younger...."
A snort that could be agreement or disagreement. "We have it good here."
"We can stay," he agreed. "Don't have to go anywhere. You don't have to do anything. Just...." Deep breath. "It's just time."
The finger became a warm hand, splayed on his back. "You don't do nothing well."
"True." The hand moved up and down, warmth soaking in.
"Figured maybe...." He tried for casual but wasn't sure he was doing a good job of it. "You could talk to the head of the science department. Maybe he could use a part time assistant."
The hand stopped. "John. Look at me."
He shifted so he could turn his head properly and opened his eyes.
Rodney had learned to play poker after all. He wasn't giving anything away. "Talk to me."
"It's just.... well.... I want to spend more time with you." After all this time, he owed Rodney an honest answer. "We have ZPMs and power to spare, the new" -- and younger -- "guys are doing the exploring and I do more paperwork than ever." He sighed.
"You love it here."
"That's just it. I love it here.... I just don't love what I'm doing here." Not anymore....
The hand moved to the side of his face and John leaned in to it. His eyes fluttered shut as Rodney leaned in for a warm kiss.
"This assistant thing," Rodney murmured against his lips. "You serious?"
"Think I have a shot?" John smiled.
Rodney tilted his head and looked at John. "We're working on opening yet another section of the city..."
"There is a certain amount of job security there," John agreed. "Okay?"
Rodney rolled on top of him and beamed. "About time."
Title from Edward de Bono: Unhappiness is best defined as the difference between our talents and our expectations.