SGA
I’m sorry I vanished folks. I really had a rough spot there for a while, creatively speaking. I needed to take a break, and I thought I would take a few weeks off, but that turned into a month and a few months. I just couldn’t find the right space to enjoy fiction, but I’m going to try to make it back to my creative roots. And I’m starting by going back to the call for prompts I put out back in September
For finlaure
Jim/Blair April fools jokes, John/Rodney April fools jokes or same pairings and make it Halloween pranks (since that is closer).
Gang aft a-gley
Rodney, John friendship - could lead to more later.
Rated: Safe
This is early in the expedition, so the guys don’t know each other well… yet.
John waited with glee. When Rodney spotted the upside down cup, all his frenetic energy stopped. He gritted his teeth as he read the warning sign: "Do not life unless you are prepared to kill it." John had left a dozen other cups with the same warning in every room where Rodney had worked.
None of the others had anything below them, so Rodney's histrionics had faded to annoyance. He knocked the cup over, and when a large but harmless spider-like creature skittered across the table and Rodney shrieked as he flung himself backward.
John brayed, his laughter filling the room. His good humor kept him from registering the danger of an angry Rodney for a critical half-second. Before John could take a breath, Rodney was in his face, poking John in the chest with a sharp finger.
"If you hate me so much, that's fine. But keep it out of my lab." Rodney raised his chin like a defiant pugilist. For his part, John was temporarily robbed of any words. Rodney clearly took some meaning from the silence because he pressed his lips into a twisted, angry line and started to turn away.
John caught him by the arm. "I don't hate you. How could you think I hate you?"
"Oh, I don't know." Sarcasm dripped from Rodney's words. "Maybe because you're trying to make me look like a coward?"
"What?" John felt like he'd been kicked in the gut. "Where the hell is that coming from?"
Rodney jerked his arm away. "I know I'm not some macho guy--"
"You walked into an energy cloud in order to save the whole base from getting eaten alive. You don't have to defend your manhood." Maybe a week ago John had suspected Rodney of a touch of cowardice, but not only had the man taken a one-way trip to another galaxy, but he had also risked his life to save everyone. John respected the hell out of just how much courage it took to face death like that.
"Then why are you torturing me?" Rodney demanded angrily.
The first answer that came to mind was that they were friends and friends teased each other, but John was suddenly unsure about how Rodney felt about him. Maybe the friendship was more in John's imagination than in reality. So John went with the other true statement. "Because I'm bored."
Rodney's eyebrows went up. "Are you brain damaged?" he finally demanded. "Why don't you play with someone your own mental age?"
John crossed his arms. "Who should I play with?" That came out wrong.
"Your soldier friends."
"What soldier friends?" John asked. Rodney opened his mouth to snap off an answer, and John held up a hand to stop him before he could say something that would really make John mad. "I was added to this mission at the last minute. I don't know any of the men, and most of the officers died in the first mission to Teyla's homeworld. The only officer left is Ford, and I have boots older than him. Screwing with him is like kicking a puppy. So you are pretty much it for people with enough status that I can joke around with and who are strong enough to fight back."
"Fight back?" Rodney sounded bewildered.
"Of course. When you play jokes, you expect the other people to joke back." What the hell sort of jerk would John be if he screwed with Rodney and expected Rodney to just take it. And from Rodney's expression, that's exactly what he had expected.
"And if I wanted revenge?" Rodney asked it slowly, as if looking for some trap. And then he got a malicious gleam in his eyes. "And you know, I can think of a way better joke than a puerile prank like a spider under a cup. That was just sad." Rodney snorted in derision. "Now wander away Major. I want to spring my trap when you're not expecting it, so I need some time."
"Uh, Rodney. You know to not take this too far, right?" John asked, suddenly concerned.
Rodney gave him a sly smile. "I guess if you have to cry to Elizabeth, we'll know I went too far. Now seriously, run along. I have planning to do." When Rodney started to whistle, John realized he may have miscalculated by choosing Rodney. On the other hand, this might end up being a lot of fun--assuming he survived.
For finlaure
Jim/Blair April fools jokes, John/Rodney April fools jokes or same pairings and make it Halloween pranks (since that is closer).
Gang aft a-gley
Rodney, John friendship - could lead to more later.
Rated: Safe
This is early in the expedition, so the guys don’t know each other well… yet.
John waited with glee. When Rodney spotted the upside down cup, all his frenetic energy stopped. He gritted his teeth as he read the warning sign: "Do not life unless you are prepared to kill it." John had left a dozen other cups with the same warning in every room where Rodney had worked.
None of the others had anything below them, so Rodney's histrionics had faded to annoyance. He knocked the cup over, and when a large but harmless spider-like creature skittered across the table and Rodney shrieked as he flung himself backward.
John brayed, his laughter filling the room. His good humor kept him from registering the danger of an angry Rodney for a critical half-second. Before John could take a breath, Rodney was in his face, poking John in the chest with a sharp finger.
"If you hate me so much, that's fine. But keep it out of my lab." Rodney raised his chin like a defiant pugilist. For his part, John was temporarily robbed of any words. Rodney clearly took some meaning from the silence because he pressed his lips into a twisted, angry line and started to turn away.
John caught him by the arm. "I don't hate you. How could you think I hate you?"
"Oh, I don't know." Sarcasm dripped from Rodney's words. "Maybe because you're trying to make me look like a coward?"
"What?" John felt like he'd been kicked in the gut. "Where the hell is that coming from?"
Rodney jerked his arm away. "I know I'm not some macho guy--"
"You walked into an energy cloud in order to save the whole base from getting eaten alive. You don't have to defend your manhood." Maybe a week ago John had suspected Rodney of a touch of cowardice, but not only had the man taken a one-way trip to another galaxy, but he had also risked his life to save everyone. John respected the hell out of just how much courage it took to face death like that.
"Then why are you torturing me?" Rodney demanded angrily.
The first answer that came to mind was that they were friends and friends teased each other, but John was suddenly unsure about how Rodney felt about him. Maybe the friendship was more in John's imagination than in reality. So John went with the other true statement. "Because I'm bored."
Rodney's eyebrows went up. "Are you brain damaged?" he finally demanded. "Why don't you play with someone your own mental age?"
John crossed his arms. "Who should I play with?" That came out wrong.
"Your soldier friends."
"What soldier friends?" John asked. Rodney opened his mouth to snap off an answer, and John held up a hand to stop him before he could say something that would really make John mad. "I was added to this mission at the last minute. I don't know any of the men, and most of the officers died in the first mission to Teyla's homeworld. The only officer left is Ford, and I have boots older than him. Screwing with him is like kicking a puppy. So you are pretty much it for people with enough status that I can joke around with and who are strong enough to fight back."
"Fight back?" Rodney sounded bewildered.
"Of course. When you play jokes, you expect the other people to joke back." What the hell sort of jerk would John be if he screwed with Rodney and expected Rodney to just take it. And from Rodney's expression, that's exactly what he had expected.
"And if I wanted revenge?" Rodney asked it slowly, as if looking for some trap. And then he got a malicious gleam in his eyes. "And you know, I can think of a way better joke than a puerile prank like a spider under a cup. That was just sad." Rodney snorted in derision. "Now wander away Major. I want to spring my trap when you're not expecting it, so I need some time."
"Uh, Rodney. You know to not take this too far, right?" John asked, suddenly concerned.
Rodney gave him a sly smile. "I guess if you have to cry to Elizabeth, we'll know I went too far. Now seriously, run along. I have planning to do." When Rodney started to whistle, John realized he may have miscalculated by choosing Rodney. On the other hand, this might end up being a lot of fun--assuming he survived.