Rating: PG-13, for language
Category: First time
Summary: Rodney McKay learns the meaning of "Go with The Flow" when he hatches a scheme to transform a diamond in the rough.
Written for the reel_sga challenge.
"Is not healthy; he eats little, sleeps less and drinks too much. He does not exercise. He does not even eat M&Ms! You know that is trouble," Radek said earnestly.
"I know," Liz replied. "I'm worried about him, too. Frankly, I'm not sure what to do about it."
"We must do something soon. Is not healthy."
"Yes, we must do something. Thanks for letting me know, Radek."
"Thank you for listening. Rodney is very important to you, even if he prefers boys."
"Yes, he is," Liz said with a smile. "Bye, Radek." She hung up and went over to Rodney's office. Rodney was staring at his computer monitor, where a screensaver was making hypnotic patterns over and over. "Rodney."
"Why don't you go home? There's nothing going on here that we can't handle."
"Or better yet? Why not take another vacation? You've got some free time now, between major projects--."
"Okay," Rodney said, tearing his eyes away from the screen. He mechanically rose and packed his PDA and a couple of folders into his briefcase. "Bye, Liz." He walked out without another word.
He went home and changed, then sequestered himself in the media room. Radek had removed all of Aiden's recordings earlier, after catching Rodney crying to one of his videos. Rodney set the television to CNN News and sat for hours, not really watching.
After three more days, Radek finally took the initiative.
"Get up," he commanded.
"You need a shower and you must put on clean clothes for trip."
"I'm not going on a trip."
"We are going on trip. You go shower and change."
"No," Rodney said petulantly.
"I will call John and Liz and they will annoy you into leaving."
"You're annoying enough on your own, Radek," Rodney said resignedly. "All right, I'll go. Just tell me where."
"Back to St. Croix; I like the beach."
"Well, anything to make you happy, then," Rodney said as he headed to the bedroom.
Their flight was delayed due to heavy air traffic, so the plane sat on the tarmac for the better part of an hour. Rodney asked the flight attendant for a paper and read an article in a gossip column that said The Flow had canceled an upcoming concert appearance. Troubled by the article's speculation that The Flow was hiding after a major blow-up with his manager, Rodney called Carson.
"We haven't seen Aiden in the last few days," Carson said in response to Rodney's question.
"Have you been by his house? Did you contact Gene?" Rodney tried to get off the plane, but it was too late. He reconciled himself to the fact that he had to fly to St. Croix, but he worried about Aiden the whole time the plane was in the air. As soon as he landed, he called Carson again, but there was no news.
"Go rest," Radek said. "I am going to market to get something for dinner."
"All right," Rodney said docilely.
"You will be here when I get back?"
"I'll be in my room," Rodney said. He poured himself a drink and retreated to his room. When Radek came for him several hours later, he awoke feeling refreshed and better than he had in days. When he reached the dining room he saw that the table set for two. He smiled and sat down. But the dinner didn't come. "Radek?"
"Oh. You wait for guest."
"I'm not expecting any guest, Radek."
"Yes; he called while you were asleep."
"Who?" Rodney asked suspiciously as the doorbell rang.
"Ah; he is here now. You eat." Radek went to the door as Rodney rose unsteadily, his heart in his chest. He was disappointed to see Gene's face when Radek led him into the dining room a minute later.
"Gene," he said evenly.
"Rodney," Gene replied, reaching out to shake his hand. "Thanks for agreeing to see me on such short notice." Rodney flicked a glance at Radek, who ignored it as he began to serve dinner. The pair made meaningless small talk for a few minutes before Gene came to the point of his visit.. "I can't tell you how sorry I am for the pain I've caused both you and Aiden," he began. "I thought--and I still think that it was for the best. No relationship can truly succeed unless both participants are totally honest with each other."
"We don't have a relationship, Gene," Rodney sighed. "Things never got that far." Gene disagreed and they talked about relationships in general before they fell into a discussion about the complex and enigmatic man that was Aiden Ford.
Radek cleared the plates and Rodney sat back with his wine to take stock of everything he'd just learned. Then a thought occurred to him.
"Wait a minute; did you fly all the way down here to apologize to me?"
"No," Gene laughed. "I flew down here to try and talk some sense into Aiden! He's been at Sapphire Beach for the past five days hiding from the world."
"He's here?" Rodney exclaimed. "He's here on the island? I have to see him!"
"I'm not sure he's ready to talk to you."
"I have to try! Look, if you feel as strongly as I do that we're good for one another, you've got to let me see him!"
"I won't let you anywhere near him unless he's ready to talk to you," Gene said firmly. "Please give me your word that you won't go over there looking for him."
"All right, whatever! Just--. Tell him I want to see him. Tell him that I need to see him," Rodney insisted, hope rising in his heart. "Please!"
"All right, all right!" Gene cried. "But if he says no--."
"He won't say no," Rodney assured him. "He won't say no."
But after three days had passed, Rodney was on the verge of giving up hope. He got up early and went down to the beach for a walk. He decided to give Aiden one more day; if he didn't hear from him then he'd call Gene. If Aiden didn't want him, he'd move on. Rodney walked back to the house and as he stepped onto the deck he caught the strains of piano music drifting out of the living room. He went to the French doors and saw Aiden at his piano, playing the song he'd sung at the concert. He wasn't singing, but Rodney already knew the words by heart. He walked inside and Aiden looked up.
"What do you want from me?" he asked as his hands fell from the keyboard. He rose to his feet as Rodney answered.
"I want you to stay," Rodney said. "Play some more; take a walk on the beach. Check out the house--the bathroom here is even better than the one at the penthouse! Have something to eat; watch a video. Just don't leave. Please."
Aiden sighed and shook his head. He turned as if to leave, then back around again.
"I don't know who I'm supposed to be anymore."
"We can figure it out together," Rodney said, carefully moving closer. Aiden smiled suddenly, a flash of his old exuberance creeping through the otherwise somber face.
"You just want my body."
"I want your heart...and your body," Rodney said. "See? This can work! We can be completely honest with each other from here on out." Aiden averted his eyes, but a moment later he lifted his head and smiled tearfully.
"You already have my heart, Rodney," he said as Rodney swept him into his arms. Rodney held him for a long time, just listening to his heart beating against his own. Finally, he pulled away and cupped Aiden's face in his hands.
"I love you, too."
Aiden beamed as Rodney leaned in to capture his smile in a kiss.
"Not now!" Radek whined. "Things were just beginning to get interesting." He went to the phone, muttering in his native tongue. "Hello? Oh, hello, John. Could you call back later? I am in middle of--. No, Rodney cannot come to the phone right now. He's--. No, no, he's not drunk... He's fine. Very fine. He is making out with young, hot black guy... No, no! Is very special young hot black guy. Carson and I flew him in expressly for this... No, no! Not gigolo. You have no idea what those cost. Oy!"
Radek took a few steps toward the door and tried to peer into the other room. He had to pull the phone away from his ear in order to get a peek at his employer and his new lover. He heard John calling his name and reluctantly moved back to the phone.
"Is all right, John. We had better idea and sent for genuine object of desire. So brilliant, we are! Carson suggested St. Croix as a nice place to hide out. Is good for handsome young man--a little sun, a little rum...perhaps a little sex. Yes, yes! Aiden! Yes, he is here in Rodney's--. John, I have to go. I forgot Rodney's vitamins. Aiden is young and pretty, a virile boy. Rodney will kill himself. Yes, yes. Please! You have address. Meanwhile, I must go to market. Rodney will need red meat. And for Aiden, perhaps I will buy sunblock."
He stole another peek into the other room.
"I will buy big bottle. Have to leave now or I will see something Rodney will very likely kill me for. Bye."
from The Pirates of Penzance (or The Slave of Duty)-- W.S. Gilbert and Arthur Sullivan
Night and Day-- Cole Porter
This is Me-- Jalabert