Ficlet: SGA: Checkmate: Pretty Kitty
A comment by eccentricweft inspired this bit o'fluff. BIG bit of fluff
(Timeline: Days 18-23)
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For some reason, Rodney looked up when John stalked into his lab, so he got the full visual effect. Blanching, he blinked twice and looked at his watch.
"Oh. Oh no. John, I'm so sorry."
John leapt lightly to the surface of Rodney's work table and remained standing, fur on extra-fluffy, though he was not sending out cute vibes. More like the puffy/spiky-furred vibes of rage.
"Rrrrrrrrr," he growled, ears nearly flat on his head.
Rodney wrung his hands. "Oh, that's. That's very bad. Did they leave you unsupervised with those little...I'm so sorry I didn't. I had kind of a mini-breakthrough on..."
Hissing dismissively, John twisted his upper body, trying to get at the thing on his back. Looking up, he pinned Rodney with a commanding glare.
"Right, of course, let me just...." he gingerly reached out and untied the huge shiny pink bow from around John's middle, wincing under John's basilisk stare. Once free, John padded over to his box and curled up, tucking nose and tail and face safely away.
"Not going to make eye contact with anyone for awhile, huh? Can't say that I blame you."
"Rrrrrr." The tip of John's tail emerged to thrash angrily.
"Right. Sorry. Really."
"Rrrrrr."
Wisely, Rodney shut up.
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(Timeline: Days 18-23)
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For some reason, Rodney looked up when John stalked into his lab, so he got the full visual effect. Blanching, he blinked twice and looked at his watch.
"Oh. Oh no. John, I'm so sorry."
John leapt lightly to the surface of Rodney's work table and remained standing, fur on extra-fluffy, though he was not sending out cute vibes. More like the puffy/spiky-furred vibes of rage.
"Rrrrrrrrr," he growled, ears nearly flat on his head.
Rodney wrung his hands. "Oh, that's. That's very bad. Did they leave you unsupervised with those little...I'm so sorry I didn't. I had kind of a mini-breakthrough on..."
Hissing dismissively, John twisted his upper body, trying to get at the thing on his back. Looking up, he pinned Rodney with a commanding glare.
"Right, of course, let me just...." he gingerly reached out and untied the huge shiny pink bow from around John's middle, wincing under John's basilisk stare. Once free, John padded over to his box and curled up, tucking nose and tail and face safely away.
"Not going to make eye contact with anyone for awhile, huh? Can't say that I blame you."
"Rrrrrr." The tip of John's tail emerged to thrash angrily.
"Right. Sorry. Really."
"Rrrrrr."
Wisely, Rodney shut up.
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