Fic: "Rapunwho?", SGA, John/Rodney, PG
This writing every day thing I promised myself seems to be working for me at the moment. I am poking at ficlets I still have to finish, I have an utterly uninteresting Avengers fic on the go, and I filled two fic prompt for stargateland this week. The first I posted directly to the community, but this one is kind of long for a comment, so I decided to post it here. The goal was to write a Stargate fairytale fusion. It's been done before, but here is my take on a Rapunzel-ish tale, SGA style.
Title: Rapunwho?
Fandom/Pairing: SGA, John/Rodney
Word Count: 1269 words
Rating: PG-13
Summary: There are proper fairytales... and then there is this.
At long last, after miles and miles of trees and meadows, Meredith had spotted a man-made structure. The only problem though? He'd circled it three times now, but the high tower had no visible door, though a window could be seen near the top. Meredith was about to call out when he heard several horses approaching at a gallop. The green tunics the incoming party wore promised very bad news, as it was obviously the Wicked Wraith Witch and her entourage. (Meredith might have hurried to hide behind a convenient boulder out of self preservation.)
He kept a curious eye on the action before him and waited to see the trick to get into the tower; there surely was a hidden door concealed in the wall. Maybe the tower was a secret lab or held something else of interest that could liberate the realm of the witch's influence. But no, the Wicked Wraith Witch waited under the window and a minute later a black rope was thrown out, that she used it to climb up. Whatever she was there for, the witch didn't stay for long: she climbed back down after less than ten minutes, looking pissed, before taking off with her minions.
And that? Meant that whatever or whomever was in that tower could definitely be worth to know. Maybe it was a blond and busty princess, too, which would be a nice bonus. Meredith waited until the dust had settled and the only green visible was from the darn trees before he got out from behind his boulder and went to stand below the window.
"Hey, huh, person up there?" he shouted.
Almost immediately a head appeared. It was not a blond princess, but a man with pleasant features who became quite gorgeous when he smiled.
"Hey! How you doing?" the man asked.
"How am I doing? You are the one in a tower with no door! Shouldn't I be the one asking?" Meredith said.
The man made a face. "Oh yeah, that. I'm stuck here, it sucks." He pouted most attractively before smiling again. "Hey, would you want to climb up? I never have visitors!"
"That's not what I just saw!" Meredith said, gesturing to the road in the direction where Triple-W had vanished.
"She doesn't count. Think fast!" the man said and Meredith yelped as he just barely avoided a coil of black rope sent from above.
Strangely compelled, Meredith climbed up with the aid of the shiny and frankly weird rope (even if it meant physical exertion) until he mostly fell through the window. It made the beautiful man laugh, which was frankly humiliating.
"I can leave right now, if you want!" Meredith huffed, though he couldn't help looking around. The room was almost bare, save from shiny curtains, a couple of drawings on the walls and a big black book by the bed.
"No no no, please stay," the man said immediately, a hand on Meredith as if he was afraid he'd jump back down or something. Entertainment must be hard to come by at the top of a tower lost in the woods.
As Meredith's heart rate came back to normal (climbing was hard, okay? And the tower was even higher than it looked), he finally noticed that the rope now coiled on the floor lead to...
"Oh my god, it's your hair!" he exclaimed. "I just climbed up a rope made of human hair, ewww!"
It made the man roll his eyes. "Come on, it's not that bad. I have awesome hair. I'm John, by the way."
"And I'm Meredith." When the corner of John's mouth started curling in a smirk, Meredith raised a hand. "Shush, I pre-empt your mockery, as you have no ground to mock me for a name fit for a maiden when you have 25 yards-long hair and are stranded in a tower like some folk princess or something."
"Point," John said with a nod.
"If I can ask, why don't you use your hair to climb down?" Meredith questioned.
"I never thought of that!" John exclaimed, sounding way more sarcastic than the occasion demanded. "Of course I thought of that. But the problem is that if I secure the hair in a way that allows me to put weight on it and climb down, once I'd be done I'd have nothing to cut the hair and get free. I'd be stuck on the ground as if on a leash, and that would be even worse than to be stranded up here where at least I have a book."
"I see." Meredith looked around and effectively, there didn't seem to be any blade or sharp object to help and get John free. That didn't mean there was no solution. Meredith shrugged off his backpack (maybe the climb would have been easier without it, the thing weighted a ton, but no way was he leaving his research notebooks unattended) and started searching in it. "Lucky for you, I have..." With a flourish, he brandished scissors.
He didn't even have the time to utter the word that John all but tackled Meredith and kissed him right on the mouth.
"Oh my GOD!" he exclaimed, awed, before wrenching the scissors from Meredith's hands and immediately starting hacking at his hair, way way too close to his scalp. What was he even doing?
Still dazed from the kiss, Meredith only found his voice when all of the very shiny black hair had been cut away, and now pooled on the floor. John was grinning like a loon though, and when he passed his hand in his now mostly short hair it stood up in the most rakish way. Damn it.
"Thanks Meredith! Having long hair has been driving me nuts!"
"And being held in a tower?" Meredith asked.
"That too! What do you say we get out of here before Maria gets back?" John suggested.
Meredith sputtered. "Maria? The Wicked Wraith Witch is called Maria?"
John was already tying one end of his former hair around the leg of his bed, but he threw Meredith a wink. "Nah, not really, just a name I gave her. She hates it."
"I have a feeling she put you here for a reason," Meredith grumbled, but he couldn't help being charmed. The nice view of John's backside as he bent over across the sill to check that the hair-rope went all the way down to the ground didn't hurt.
"Come on, let's go. Do you want to go down first?" John asked.
Meredith was observant enough to realize that John really really wanted out, so he was weirdly touched by the offer. He still took it, though, and after shouldering his backpack once again, Meredith carefully started getting out of the window, clutching the hair-rope like a life line. It really was awfully high.
"You're going to be okay," John said reassuringly. "Try not looking down too much."
"Easy to say!" Meredith squeaked when he lost his footing and almost fell. Thank god he was still able to grab at the window sill with an arm, even though the other one held strong with the twisted hair around his forearm and John hanging on.
Unthinking of Meredith's precarious situation, John bent over and kissed him, again, though this time it was affectionate instead of manic.
"Just look at me. Can you do that?" he asked gently.
"It shouldn't be a problem," Meredith answered truthfully and started the long climb down, keeping his eyes on John.
(As a FYI, they made it down and into the sunset with no broken bones and lived happily ever after.)
Title: Rapunwho?
Fandom/Pairing: SGA, John/Rodney
Word Count: 1269 words
Rating: PG-13
Summary: There are proper fairytales... and then there is this.
At long last, after miles and miles of trees and meadows, Meredith had spotted a man-made structure. The only problem though? He'd circled it three times now, but the high tower had no visible door, though a window could be seen near the top. Meredith was about to call out when he heard several horses approaching at a gallop. The green tunics the incoming party wore promised very bad news, as it was obviously the Wicked Wraith Witch and her entourage. (Meredith might have hurried to hide behind a convenient boulder out of self preservation.)
He kept a curious eye on the action before him and waited to see the trick to get into the tower; there surely was a hidden door concealed in the wall. Maybe the tower was a secret lab or held something else of interest that could liberate the realm of the witch's influence. But no, the Wicked Wraith Witch waited under the window and a minute later a black rope was thrown out, that she used it to climb up. Whatever she was there for, the witch didn't stay for long: she climbed back down after less than ten minutes, looking pissed, before taking off with her minions.
And that? Meant that whatever or whomever was in that tower could definitely be worth to know. Maybe it was a blond and busty princess, too, which would be a nice bonus. Meredith waited until the dust had settled and the only green visible was from the darn trees before he got out from behind his boulder and went to stand below the window.
"Hey, huh, person up there?" he shouted.
Almost immediately a head appeared. It was not a blond princess, but a man with pleasant features who became quite gorgeous when he smiled.
"Hey! How you doing?" the man asked.
"How am I doing? You are the one in a tower with no door! Shouldn't I be the one asking?" Meredith said.
The man made a face. "Oh yeah, that. I'm stuck here, it sucks." He pouted most attractively before smiling again. "Hey, would you want to climb up? I never have visitors!"
"That's not what I just saw!" Meredith said, gesturing to the road in the direction where Triple-W had vanished.
"She doesn't count. Think fast!" the man said and Meredith yelped as he just barely avoided a coil of black rope sent from above.
Strangely compelled, Meredith climbed up with the aid of the shiny and frankly weird rope (even if it meant physical exertion) until he mostly fell through the window. It made the beautiful man laugh, which was frankly humiliating.
"I can leave right now, if you want!" Meredith huffed, though he couldn't help looking around. The room was almost bare, save from shiny curtains, a couple of drawings on the walls and a big black book by the bed.
"No no no, please stay," the man said immediately, a hand on Meredith as if he was afraid he'd jump back down or something. Entertainment must be hard to come by at the top of a tower lost in the woods.
As Meredith's heart rate came back to normal (climbing was hard, okay? And the tower was even higher than it looked), he finally noticed that the rope now coiled on the floor lead to...
"Oh my god, it's your hair!" he exclaimed. "I just climbed up a rope made of human hair, ewww!"
It made the man roll his eyes. "Come on, it's not that bad. I have awesome hair. I'm John, by the way."
"And I'm Meredith." When the corner of John's mouth started curling in a smirk, Meredith raised a hand. "Shush, I pre-empt your mockery, as you have no ground to mock me for a name fit for a maiden when you have 25 yards-long hair and are stranded in a tower like some folk princess or something."
"Point," John said with a nod.
"If I can ask, why don't you use your hair to climb down?" Meredith questioned.
"I never thought of that!" John exclaimed, sounding way more sarcastic than the occasion demanded. "Of course I thought of that. But the problem is that if I secure the hair in a way that allows me to put weight on it and climb down, once I'd be done I'd have nothing to cut the hair and get free. I'd be stuck on the ground as if on a leash, and that would be even worse than to be stranded up here where at least I have a book."
"I see." Meredith looked around and effectively, there didn't seem to be any blade or sharp object to help and get John free. That didn't mean there was no solution. Meredith shrugged off his backpack (maybe the climb would have been easier without it, the thing weighted a ton, but no way was he leaving his research notebooks unattended) and started searching in it. "Lucky for you, I have..." With a flourish, he brandished scissors.
He didn't even have the time to utter the word that John all but tackled Meredith and kissed him right on the mouth.
"Oh my GOD!" he exclaimed, awed, before wrenching the scissors from Meredith's hands and immediately starting hacking at his hair, way way too close to his scalp. What was he even doing?
Still dazed from the kiss, Meredith only found his voice when all of the very shiny black hair had been cut away, and now pooled on the floor. John was grinning like a loon though, and when he passed his hand in his now mostly short hair it stood up in the most rakish way. Damn it.
"Thanks Meredith! Having long hair has been driving me nuts!"
"And being held in a tower?" Meredith asked.
"That too! What do you say we get out of here before Maria gets back?" John suggested.
Meredith sputtered. "Maria? The Wicked Wraith Witch is called Maria?"
John was already tying one end of his former hair around the leg of his bed, but he threw Meredith a wink. "Nah, not really, just a name I gave her. She hates it."
"I have a feeling she put you here for a reason," Meredith grumbled, but he couldn't help being charmed. The nice view of John's backside as he bent over across the sill to check that the hair-rope went all the way down to the ground didn't hurt.
"Come on, let's go. Do you want to go down first?" John asked.
Meredith was observant enough to realize that John really really wanted out, so he was weirdly touched by the offer. He still took it, though, and after shouldering his backpack once again, Meredith carefully started getting out of the window, clutching the hair-rope like a life line. It really was awfully high.
"You're going to be okay," John said reassuringly. "Try not looking down too much."
"Easy to say!" Meredith squeaked when he lost his footing and almost fell. Thank god he was still able to grab at the window sill with an arm, even though the other one held strong with the twisted hair around his forearm and John hanging on.
Unthinking of Meredith's precarious situation, John bent over and kissed him, again, though this time it was affectionate instead of manic.
"Just look at me. Can you do that?" he asked gently.
"It shouldn't be a problem," Meredith answered truthfully and started the long climb down, keeping his eyes on John.
(As a FYI, they made it down and into the sunset with no broken bones and lived happily ever after.)