#owl!verse

John and the babies

Sheppard sat, leaning tiredly against an old Pegasus spruce, while Dr. McKay perched upon one of his raised knees and preened through the Colonel's hair, divesting it of pine needles and cobwebs.  Occasionally he would lick at the Colonel's oozing head wound.

There's an Owl Verse?? WHERE?? Because, I gotta be honest, I have bookmarked a picture of Rodney as an owl! (which tumblr won't let me include the link for, but I can sent it to you!)

Both very highly educated and multilingual men, their debates would raise in volume until everyone else either cleared out, or stopped working and gawked at the show they were putting on. Radek gestures to the whiteboard before them, detailing Rodney's faults and presumptions in fairly rude Czech, while Rodney (to anyone without a radio) shrieked back at him from a nearby pirch, flailing his wings, and snapping his beak in ire.

Rodney slept in John's room the first week after he'd been transformed. Everything was new and yet the same, overwhelming in a way he couldn't articulate. When Rodney was in John's room, he could focus on the Colonel's familiar breathing enough to relax and fall asleep. They never talked about it, never acknowledged it, but sometimes when one of the owlets couldn't sleep he'd send them to Uncle John's. It always worked, and it was their - John, Rodney, and the owlets - secret.