McShep Match Warm Up Challenge - the Drabble Tree

[fluffyllama]

It’s time for the first of our warm-up challenges here at mcshep_match!

The aim of this event is to create a drabble tree - a set of drabbles branching off from each other each based on words or phrases from a previous drabble in the tree.

To take part, all you need to do is write a drabble - you can find a great post on drabble-writing here, but basically

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[fluffyllama]

"You can't call it that," Rodney spluttered. "It's the wrong colour."

"It's the right shape," John pointed out. "And size. Sizes."

"Okay, yes. But we can't choose names based on your latest TV obsessions. It's unscientific!" He jabbed a finger at John. "Unprofessional." Thank god he'd hidden the Babylon 5 DVDs.

"But it can travel to different points in space?"

"Yes, but-"

"And time too, right?"

"Yes, but we can't… what was it Elizabeth said? Keep imposing our cultural whatsit-"

"Have fun with the TARDIS, John," Teyla called out, hurrying past.

Rodney sighed. This would never happen on Star Trek.

[flitter_and_fly]

"This would never happen on Star Trek!" Rodney cried.

"No, on Star Trek they'd be orange-skinned," John snarked back. He fell to a knee and shot three of the supposed honor guard.

"What is this trek of stars?" Teyla asked as she dropped a man.

"It's that vid the lovebirds watched during their last courting event," Ronon blasted the last of the enemies.

"That was the reboot," Rodney frowned. "I'm a fan of next-gen personally, though Kirk here liked the Hollywood explosions."

"You know you loved it, Rodney," John smirked.

"I did not," Rodney denied, but his blush gave him away.

[melagan]

"I did not."

"Sure, you didn't," John pointed to the bulge in Rodney's pocket.

"That's not mine." Rodney folded his arms and glared at John.

"But you took it," John insisted. "Botany is having fits. Lorne still has purple spots."

"Crap. Botany's known for being vengeful, ah, didn't you warn, Lorne?" Rodney pulled the fruit from his pocket. "Fine. I got it for you. It tastes like chocolate. I thought…

"What?"

"You. Me. Bed, naked, nibble. Maybe lick that spot -"

"Oh hell." John pulled Rodney close. "Maybe I'll just tell Lorne, a few purple-spotted marines never hurt anyone."

Unfunny

[mific]

King Rodney was bored.

He kicked his useless jester. "Entertain me!"

Sheppard startled awake. "What? How?"

"That's your job!"

He was the unfunniest jester imaginable. He wouldn't wear motley, just black. He kept losing the hats with bells - Rodney'd found three so far, stuffed behind tapestries. One was hacked up in the jousting yard, which was disturbing.

Rodney scowled. "If my last jester hadn't vanished, you'd be unemployed. How ever did you pass jester school?"

"Didn't."

"Then why are you here?"

"I'm your bodyguard."

"I need a bodyguard? Against what?"

"Clowns," said Sheppard darkly. "It's okay - I dealt with him."