To Tell The Truth

by Merlin7

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/asm/merlin7/truth.php
Summary: What happens when John can read minds and Rodney can't lie?

"What's up, Rodney?" I ask, as I enter his lab. He had paged me about twenty minutes ago, proclaiming some sort of emergency. He hadn't sounded desperate or in pain, so I hadn't rushed to get here.

"You're late," he accused, then shook his head. "Never mind. Put this on."

This was a chain-like necklace made of what looked like clear beads. Rodney dropped it over my head before I could stop him. Instantly, the beads lit up, glowing a silvery-blue. "What is this?" I ask, as I stare at the thing.

Rodney shrugged. "I don't know yet, but you're the only one it's worked for."

I sighed then looked at Mckay. His face was glowing with a mix of delight and envy. "Lucky me," I drawled. "Now what?"

"Um...how do you feel?"

"Fine."

Rodney frowned. "You don't feel any different?"

I rolled my eyes at him. "Define different. Different as in...Do I feel sick? Or...Different as in do I feel strange?"

"Either."

"Nope. I feel fine." I could tell that bugged him.

Rodney scratched his chin. "Well...give it a minute," he requested.

I could do that. I crossed my arms over my chest, over the necklace, and watched as Rodney started pacing. Eventually he paced a slow circle around me. Over and over again. I got ready to snap at him when I heard it. It being a voice in my head. But it wasn't my voice. It sounded like Rodney's voice, only kinda echoey.

...must be nice to be so thin...of course he's really almost too thin...maybe he has an eating disorder...bulemic maybe...still, for all that he's got a great ass...not flat like I would have thought...not fat either...like my ass <Sigh>...nope...John's ass is just right...nice and taut and rounded...biteable even...I wonder what he would do if I...

"What did you just say?" I'd heard enough and now I rounded on Rodney, my eyes blazing.

"I didn't say a word," he shot back.

I glared at him. "Yes you did! I heard you!"

Rodney shook his head. "I Swear...I haven't said a word. Are you feeling allright?"

I heard him again.

...Maybe the necklace is making him go crazy...hearing voices and stuff...

That's when it hit me. I was hearing Rodney's thoughts. I was reading his mind. Moaning, I ripped off the necklace and waited for blessed silence. But it didn't come. Rodney was looking at me, mouth closed, but I could hear him loud and clear.

...maybe I can page Dr. Beckett without him knowing...yeah yeah...that's a good idea...then Beckett can sedate him for a bit...

"Don't you dare call for Beckett!" I snarled at Rodney.

"What?" He jumped as if slapped. "How? But..."

I shook the necklace at him. "This damn thing is making me read your mind!"

Rodney looked stunned then delighted. "Really?"

"Really." I glared at him then had to ask, "Do you really think I'm bulemic?"

"Oh..uh.." Rodney turned turned red then he suddenly went pale. "You...you...uh...you didn't hear...uh...read...uh..."

I knew what he was asking and I locked eyes with him as I smirked, then replied, "Yep. I know you want to bite my ass."

Rodney made a choked sound and went a shade paler. "I need...I have to sit." He dropped hard into a nearby chair.

"I don't give a shit that you wan't to bite my ass!" I yell at him. Then I'm angry at myself for losing my cool and yelling.

"You don't?" he replies and he looks relieved.

I curse then hiss, "I do give a shit, but not right now. Okay?"

Rodney nods, timidly. "Okay."

"How do I make this stop?" I can hear the desperate plea in my voice. I can still hear what he's thinking.

...he doesn't care if I want to bite his ass...cool...maybe he'll let me--...

"RODNEY!" I roar so loud I make him jump.

"Sorry," he apologized. "But...you took the necklace off. Give it a minute and maybe it will fade away."

I was willing to wait. A minute. A very long minute. But it wasn't working. I could still hear him, clear as a bell. I cursed again and pressed my palms to my temples, willing his voice to get out of my head. "It's not working," I tell him. And this time I'm surprisingly calm.

Rodney shrugged. "I don't know what to do."

"Yeah..I know." I resisted the urge to hit him, then an idea struck me. I strode over to Rodney and dropped the necklace over his head. Let him read my mind for a while. I'd give him one hell of an education. To the point that he would be more than willing to find a way to fix this mess.

"Hey!" Rodney protested, standing up and ripping off the necklace. Too late though, for it had already lit up. Pale green though, not silvery-blue.

I smirked at him and thought ...can you hear me now?...

Rodney blinked.

"What am I thinking?" I demanded.

"I don't know," he replied, and I knew it was the truth because I could hear what he was thinking. And he was just as surprised as I was. "What the fuck!" I snarled.

Rodney made a face. "Don't curse," he admonished, then he grinned and said, "But I'd love to fuck you."

That struck me dumb, literally. Mainly because he meant it. I heard it in my head even as he said it . Only now he was embarrassed as hell and blushing scarlet. I could feel a flush on my own cheeks. But then I realized something. Rodney was in a panic.

...why did I say that...I can't believe I just said that...I hope he doesn't hit me...god he'll break my face for sure...not that I didn't mean what I said cause I do want to fuck him--...

"Where?" I interjected, wanting to test my theory before presenting it,.

Rodney looked at me as if I had grown a second head. "Where what?"

I sighed. I could not believe what I was about to say. I cleared my throat then blurted out, "Where do you want to fuck me?"

"On the lab table," Rodney replied, without hesistation.

"Any place else?" I had to be sure.

Rodney looked pained but replied, "My bed. I want you naked and bound and--" He broke off, clamping both hands over his mouth.

I knew I was right. I went to Rodney and made him look at me. "That necklace is making you tell the truth," I stated.

"Whoa." He was suitably impressed with my insight. "You're right. Wow ...this is great."

"It is?" I pinned him with a glare. "It's not permanent, right?"

Rodney snorted. "How the hell should I know?"

I knew he didn't know and I sighed. "Okay...so what do we do now?" It was the wrong question to ask but I realized it just a second too late. Rodney cupped my face in both my hands and kissed me. And as he thrust his tongue into my mouth, when I was stupid enough to open it with the intention of telling him off, his thoughts echoed in my head.

...I can't wait to strip you naked, John...and rub chocolate all over you and lick it off and...

I broke the kiss and whispered "Rodney?"

He looked surprised but managed to answer. "Yes?"

"Shut up, stop thinking and just kiss me. Okay?"

"Okay." He just looked at me. "Really?"

I nodded. "Really." It was crazy but I figured, what the hell? If I was going to be stuck in what felt like a bad ep of The Twighlight Zone, I might as well be doing something distracting .Like teaching Rodney how to really French Kiss.

He was a fast learner.

THE END