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Doctor M. Rodney McKay was happy. He had a career that, while classified, was very rewarding. He had met and fallen in love with his best friend, Now husband, Commander John Sheppard. And had become close enough to Doctor Daniel Jackson, that he felt more like a brother than a friend.
He had never expected to be asked to be a reference for Daniel and his partner General Jack O'Neill, when they applied to adopt a child. And he definitely never expected for John to ask if they too could adopt a child. He had found it easy to give into John and agree. He never thought they'd get threw the process if he was completely honest.
But here he was now going with Daniel and Jack for a second meeting with their potential adoptee and for John and his own first visit. He found himself faking smiles and hiding nerves, from everyone. He knew in his heart that John was always going to be the favourite parent, He just had to get them to believe he was a good caring person until they had a child.
"Rodney," Daniel called out from a door way, "Come meet Alice. She's the same age as Maddie."
"Oh that very young isn't it," Rodney said as he walked towards him.
"We have all ages here, Doctor McKay," The director of the group home informed him, "Did you and your partner have an idea of what age group you'd prefer."
"No not really," Rodney replied, "I think we're just hoping to find a child that needs us and that we can help reach them reach their full potential."
"Ah Rodney," John Sheppard started, "Stop showing everyone how amazing you are when there's no where I can kiss you senseless without scaring some children."
"I always knew you were nicer than everyone said," Daniel piped up.
All Rodney could do was blush. He had just repeated lines that he remembered from on line chat rooms. He had no idea it would have that reaction but if it got John the child he wanted he could live with been classed as soft for awhile.
It was just then that a scream was heard from upstairs and then they could hear little feet running down the stairs. Rodney moved without thinking, reaching out and taking hold of a blonde curly haired little boy.
"Where's the little monster," A voice hollered from upstairs and heavy footsteps could be heard coming closer to the stairs.
"I think I'd keep that man upstairs," John told the director of the home and watched her run upstairs. He then turned to look at his husband, only to be struck speechless by the sight before him.
Rodney was holding the boy close and both were crying. It was something he had never expected to see. He was full sure Rodney only agreed to the whole adoption thing for him.
"John," Rodney's voice startled him, "This is our son. He needs us. His so very special John. Like Ronan if you know what I mean."
" Are you sure?" John asked as he came closer.
"This is Micheal," Rodney told him, and taking his hand brought him close.
It was then John saw the marks on the boy's arms. But the thing that sealed the adoption in John's mind was the glowing hand that Rodney had been keeping hidden from view of everyone else.
"Like Ronan, You say," John whispered, "Maybe with a few extra gifts."
"John, He can't stay here," Rodney replied, "They think his evil. They had a priest here today to get the devil out of him. His shown me everything that's ever happened to him. I know it's not what we planned but I promise you Micheal is definitely the child for us."
"I guess we have our child," John spoke aloud, calling the Director over with a nod of his head, " How soon can you get our paperwork sorted?"
"Are you sure Micheal is the child for you and Doctor McKay?" The Director questioned John, "His never lasted long in one place."
"My husband used to be described the same way," John told her, " I guess they found something in common when they met. And my husband is the smartest man I know. If he says Micheal is our child, then it's simple."