The Narrator (PG-13) by invertedtime
Title: The Narrator
Rating: PG-13 for (poorly) implied sex. And one swear.
Author: Invertedtime
Summary: Based on the opening scene of the Cary Grant, Ginger Rogers, and Marilyn Monroe movie Monkey Business. It's the scene where Cary tries walking out his front door while the opening credits arer still running and a voice says "Not yet, Cary". I love that scene heh. This story lacks a beta, so feel free to comment with any grammatical errors I missed. My first posted attempt at slash. Please be kind, but feel free to constructively tell me it sucks. Enjoy!
Not yet, Rodney.
Rodney McKay looked towards the ceiling. “Huh.” He shut the door.
“Is there a problem?”
Rodney jumped and turned on John. ”Don’t do that!”
John raised his hands. “Okay, okay. If we don’t get going we’ll be late.”
“I tried. A voice said not to.”
“Not to what?”
“Open the door! I thought you coulda been Mensa!!” Rodney snapped in irritation.
“Mensa. Not psychic.” John moved towards the door. “Let me try.”
The door slid open a second time.
Not yet for you either, John.
John glanced back at Rodney who was peering over his shoulder before speaking.
“Uhhh….who are you, exactly?”
I’m the narrator.
John raised his eyebrows. “Atlantis has a narrator?”
Only when necessary.
“Okay.” John mouthed silently, looking as though he thought “Atlantis” might require a little more help than he originally thought. He was about to allow the door to slide closed when Rodney spoke up.
“Um…why does Atlantis consider you necessary right now?”
For things to progress as they should.
Rodney looked intrigued. “So correct me if I’m wrong, but you’re like a god? Of sorts?”
The voice laughed. No. I’m just the narrator.
John was starting to get annoyed. “So can you clue us in? When can we leave?”
When your fate has been accomplished.
John stuck a foot towards the hallway floor, but it encountered an invisible barrier.
Not yet, John. And don’t bother with your radios. They won’t work either.
If this voice had a mouth, John suspected it was wearing a self-satisfied smirk right about now.
John kicked the door frame, causing Rodney to jump again, as well as causing pain in his big toe. “Sorry.” He gritted out before addressing the narrator. “So what ‘fate’ are we supposed to ‘accomplish’?”
John could almost see the smirk floating in front of his eyes.
I don’t usually tell, but…
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“I can’t find my shirt.”
It’s under Rodney’s pants.
John glared at the ceiling, his pants in one hand, and one of Rodney’s socks in the other.
“I wonder if I can shoot narrators.”
No.
“Damn.”
Rating: PG-13 for (poorly) implied sex. And one swear.
Author: Invertedtime
Summary: Based on the opening scene of the Cary Grant, Ginger Rogers, and Marilyn Monroe movie Monkey Business. It's the scene where Cary tries walking out his front door while the opening credits arer still running and a voice says "Not yet, Cary". I love that scene heh. This story lacks a beta, so feel free to comment with any grammatical errors I missed. My first posted attempt at slash. Please be kind, but feel free to constructively tell me it sucks. Enjoy!
Not yet, Rodney.
Rodney McKay looked towards the ceiling. “Huh.” He shut the door.
“Is there a problem?”
Rodney jumped and turned on John. ”Don’t do that!”
John raised his hands. “Okay, okay. If we don’t get going we’ll be late.”
“I tried. A voice said not to.”
“Not to what?”
“Open the door! I thought you coulda been Mensa!!” Rodney snapped in irritation.
“Mensa. Not psychic.” John moved towards the door. “Let me try.”
The door slid open a second time.
Not yet for you either, John.
John glanced back at Rodney who was peering over his shoulder before speaking.
“Uhhh….who are you, exactly?”
I’m the narrator.
John raised his eyebrows. “Atlantis has a narrator?”
Only when necessary.
“Okay.” John mouthed silently, looking as though he thought “Atlantis” might require a little more help than he originally thought. He was about to allow the door to slide closed when Rodney spoke up.
“Um…why does Atlantis consider you necessary right now?”
For things to progress as they should.
Rodney looked intrigued. “So correct me if I’m wrong, but you’re like a god? Of sorts?”
The voice laughed. No. I’m just the narrator.
John was starting to get annoyed. “So can you clue us in? When can we leave?”
When your fate has been accomplished.
John stuck a foot towards the hallway floor, but it encountered an invisible barrier.
Not yet, John. And don’t bother with your radios. They won’t work either.
If this voice had a mouth, John suspected it was wearing a self-satisfied smirk right about now.
John kicked the door frame, causing Rodney to jump again, as well as causing pain in his big toe. “Sorry.” He gritted out before addressing the narrator. “So what ‘fate’ are we supposed to ‘accomplish’?”
John could almost see the smirk floating in front of his eyes.
I don’t usually tell, but…
**************************************************
“I can’t find my shirt.”
It’s under Rodney’s pants.
John glared at the ceiling, his pants in one hand, and one of Rodney’s socks in the other.
“I wonder if I can shoot narrators.”
No.
“Damn.”