They were scheduled to leave for Earth in three days when Rodney came to John's door late at night.
"You busy?" Rodney asked., leaning in the doorway.
"Nah, just reading reports to get them out of the way before we go," John waved him in. "What's up?"
"I just got a message that, well, I need a security escort for this thing I need to do," Rodney said in a rush. "O'Neill's offered to find someone but, well, I thought maybe you'd do it."
"Security?" John was surprised. "Really?"
"Well, it's at Peterson, so the facility is okay," Rodney replied. "But, well, you know O'Neill."
John knew the SGC could cover Peterson Air Force Base with an impressive security blanket. "Does O'Neill have anything to go on?" John asked.
"I don't think so, but you can ask him" Rodney admitted. "But, well, you know..." He hesitated, then blushed slightly. "Besides, you're hot enough that you'd make great arm candy."
"You just want me for my body," John teased, leaning back in his chair... wanting that so much to be true, but he held that thought back. But he played along. "I'm crushed." He lay his hand on his pounding heart.
"Well, your dress blues are particularly... handsome," Rodney stumbled. John wondered what Rodney was really going to say before he stopped himself.
"If it's okay with O'Neill," John said with a smile. "I'd be happy to be your arm candy."
Rodney smiled back at him, looking especially pleased.
"I'm gonna... go..." Rodney mumbled, when he seemed to realize they were both grinning at each other like loons. "Thanks."
"No problem," John said and watched Rodney go.
John turned to his computer and left an email for O'Neill to go out in the next data burst.*
By lunchtime, he had a reply.
Thanks for taking McKay to his thing. Some asshat from DC was worried and I promised the President he'd have good security. More for show than anything. We'll fit in our thing as we can.
Knowing O'Neill wouldn't downplay a real security concern, John relaxed, glad to be going along with Rodney. Hopefully, he'd learn what he was getting into before it was too late.
*This is why I hate doing a WIP because I didn't lay the groundwork earlier for databursts run through the GateBridge. Messages back and forth accumulate every 3-4 hours and get forwarded in each direction. It's not quite real time but it's better than they've had in the past.
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