Fic: Matata
Matata
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of this, at all. Not in the least.
Summery: It’s like going to Australia and finding the world has been turned on it’s head. In a good way.
Author's Notes: This was beta read by pegasus_01, so thanks Lils! It was also written for shippygem, for Christmas, and I hope you like it. I tried to include a certain someone as much I could.
One thing about living in Atlantis that took a bit of getting used to was the weather and the seasons. It was like suddenly moving from Australia to Seattle, only ten times worse. When it was supposed to be sunny there was a gigantic storm and the city had to be evacuated. When it was supposed to be cold and snowy, it was, well, anything but. A warm, bright and all round pleasant day was not supposed to exist this time of year. There was supposed to be snow, and cold, and people wearing cute little ear muffs left right and centre.
No such luck.
Christmas ala Auzzie. The only ones who seemed happy about it where the Auzzies themselves, and the Kiwis. Of all the groups to take it the worst were the Canadians. They were used to snow at Christmas almost every year, and guaranteed cold (how they could love the cold was beyond him though). It was because of this that he was rather surprised at his latest discovery.
A day wasn’t complete without a visit to annoy his favourite science geek, and this one wasn’t an exception. A this time the other man was usually in his private lab, one in which very few people could actually get in. John had, for that reason, been expecting relative quiet when he’d approached, or the sounds of some odd machinery. What he hadn’t expected, and never would have dreamed to hear, was singing. Rodney singing.
“When I was a young warthog…. “
What? That sounded… familiar. Distantly. Disney… what?
“I'm a sensitive soul though I seem thick-skinned. And it hurt that my friends never stood downwind. And, oh, the shame!”
“Oh, the shame!” Wasn’t that, Zelenka? They were both singing? There was music too, he realised, music that sounded oddly cartoon like. It was Christmas, it was warm, and the two head Geeks were singing cartoon songs.
The world, he realised, was going to end.
“Thought of changin' my name”
“What's in a name?”
“And I got downhearted”
“How did you feel?”
Hold up. He recognised this song, had remembered kids singing it years back when they were coming out of cinemas. He’d liked it, but that didn’t explain what was going on. It was the most un-Rodney song he could think of, right next to ‘Can’t buy me Love’. If Rodney started singing that, he was going to hand in his metaphorical badge and stop sleeping with the man, because at that point he’d be convinced that Rodney was not Rodney, but some kind of pod-person.
He might have passed Mensa exams, but this was too much for his brain to comprehend.
“Hakuna Matata!
What a wonderful phrase
Hakuna Matata!
Ain't no passing craze”
Hakuna…. Lion King! They were singing songs from The Lion King! Which begged the question of why that song, and how they knew about it. Neither had children, or liked them for that matter. Neither were young enough or had the taste to go and see it themselves. How did they know the words enough to sing along? If Rodney was Pumbaa, and Zelenka was Timon who was Simba?
They were so into it they didn’t notice the door had opened, nor that John was stood in the doorway staring at them with an odd smile on his face. With his hair defying gravity and his ears doing their usual impression of Legolas, the smile made him look even more like a pixie than he usually did. If there was no one to fill the third part (as was obvious with the missed line) ….
People really didn’t appreciate his complexity sometimes, which really wasn’t their fault though that wasn’t here nor there.
“It's our problem-free philosophy
Hakuna Matata!
Hakuna Matata! Hakuna Matata!
Hakuna Matata! Hakuna Matata!
Hakuna Matata! Hakuna Matata!
Hakuna Matata! Hakuna …”
“It means no worries for the rest of your days!” And didn’t that just surprise them, was his only thought as the two scientists whirled to face him, faces aghast. The colour drained out of them, and John just stood there with that insufferable smile on his face that was both annoying and oddly sexy at the same time.
Rodney ‘hated’ that smile.
John, on the other hand, loved it.
It couldn’t be left there, their reputations ruined, no; they had to dig the hole further. Apparently the Japanese scientist, the one whose name John could never remember, was a big fan of Disney and had given an iPod of Disney songs to Rodney. Why she’d done this was explained only with a good amount of stuttering from Zelenka and a stony glare from Rodney. Getting any kind of explanation seemed like an effort similar to convincing a wraith to go vegetarian for its own health.
“You’re never going to forget this, are you?”
“No, not really. The upside is, I know if I ever have to plan your birthday party, I know the kind of music to get.”
“Colonel…”
“Oh, no, don’t try and get out of it. Admit it, you like it. You like the Lion King, and you liked singing along to it.”
“I most certainly do not.”
“Of course you do. Not that it’s a bad thing,” John responded happily, irritatingly. “It’s also incredibly sexy, seeing you sway along singing.”
And though Rodney didn’t now what to say to that, Zelenka knew what was going to happen and made a hasty retreat. He did not want to be here for this. No, that wasn’t true. He did want to be here for this. It would be very pleasing to watch, but it was not in his ability to do so. The two would do nothing whilst he was there, and so he left. Not five steps down the hall and he heard a loud clanging of metal against a hard floor.
The two men, one science geek, one closet geek, were obviously making the most of coded access to the room, and breaking a great many military regulations.
A pity he couldn’t watch.
Hakuna Matata! Hakuna Matata!
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of this, at all. Not in the least.
Summery: It’s like going to Australia and finding the world has been turned on it’s head. In a good way.
Author's Notes: This was beta read by pegasus_01, so thanks Lils! It was also written for shippygem, for Christmas, and I hope you like it. I tried to include a certain someone as much I could.
One thing about living in Atlantis that took a bit of getting used to was the weather and the seasons. It was like suddenly moving from Australia to Seattle, only ten times worse. When it was supposed to be sunny there was a gigantic storm and the city had to be evacuated. When it was supposed to be cold and snowy, it was, well, anything but. A warm, bright and all round pleasant day was not supposed to exist this time of year. There was supposed to be snow, and cold, and people wearing cute little ear muffs left right and centre.
No such luck.
Christmas ala Auzzie. The only ones who seemed happy about it where the Auzzies themselves, and the Kiwis. Of all the groups to take it the worst were the Canadians. They were used to snow at Christmas almost every year, and guaranteed cold (how they could love the cold was beyond him though). It was because of this that he was rather surprised at his latest discovery.
A day wasn’t complete without a visit to annoy his favourite science geek, and this one wasn’t an exception. A this time the other man was usually in his private lab, one in which very few people could actually get in. John had, for that reason, been expecting relative quiet when he’d approached, or the sounds of some odd machinery. What he hadn’t expected, and never would have dreamed to hear, was singing. Rodney singing.
“When I was a young warthog…. “
What? That sounded… familiar. Distantly. Disney… what?
“I'm a sensitive soul though I seem thick-skinned. And it hurt that my friends never stood downwind. And, oh, the shame!”
“Oh, the shame!” Wasn’t that, Zelenka? They were both singing? There was music too, he realised, music that sounded oddly cartoon like. It was Christmas, it was warm, and the two head Geeks were singing cartoon songs.
The world, he realised, was going to end.
“Thought of changin' my name”
“What's in a name?”
“And I got downhearted”
“How did you feel?”
Hold up. He recognised this song, had remembered kids singing it years back when they were coming out of cinemas. He’d liked it, but that didn’t explain what was going on. It was the most un-Rodney song he could think of, right next to ‘Can’t buy me Love’. If Rodney started singing that, he was going to hand in his metaphorical badge and stop sleeping with the man, because at that point he’d be convinced that Rodney was not Rodney, but some kind of pod-person.
He might have passed Mensa exams, but this was too much for his brain to comprehend.
“Hakuna Matata!
What a wonderful phrase
Hakuna Matata!
Ain't no passing craze”
Hakuna…. Lion King! They were singing songs from The Lion King! Which begged the question of why that song, and how they knew about it. Neither had children, or liked them for that matter. Neither were young enough or had the taste to go and see it themselves. How did they know the words enough to sing along? If Rodney was Pumbaa, and Zelenka was Timon who was Simba?
They were so into it they didn’t notice the door had opened, nor that John was stood in the doorway staring at them with an odd smile on his face. With his hair defying gravity and his ears doing their usual impression of Legolas, the smile made him look even more like a pixie than he usually did. If there was no one to fill the third part (as was obvious with the missed line) ….
People really didn’t appreciate his complexity sometimes, which really wasn’t their fault though that wasn’t here nor there.
“It's our problem-free philosophy
Hakuna Matata!
Hakuna Matata! Hakuna Matata!
Hakuna Matata! Hakuna Matata!
Hakuna Matata! Hakuna Matata!
Hakuna Matata! Hakuna …”
“It means no worries for the rest of your days!” And didn’t that just surprise them, was his only thought as the two scientists whirled to face him, faces aghast. The colour drained out of them, and John just stood there with that insufferable smile on his face that was both annoying and oddly sexy at the same time.
Rodney ‘hated’ that smile.
John, on the other hand, loved it.
It couldn’t be left there, their reputations ruined, no; they had to dig the hole further. Apparently the Japanese scientist, the one whose name John could never remember, was a big fan of Disney and had given an iPod of Disney songs to Rodney. Why she’d done this was explained only with a good amount of stuttering from Zelenka and a stony glare from Rodney. Getting any kind of explanation seemed like an effort similar to convincing a wraith to go vegetarian for its own health.
“You’re never going to forget this, are you?”
“No, not really. The upside is, I know if I ever have to plan your birthday party, I know the kind of music to get.”
“Colonel…”
“Oh, no, don’t try and get out of it. Admit it, you like it. You like the Lion King, and you liked singing along to it.”
“I most certainly do not.”
“Of course you do. Not that it’s a bad thing,” John responded happily, irritatingly. “It’s also incredibly sexy, seeing you sway along singing.”
And though Rodney didn’t now what to say to that, Zelenka knew what was going to happen and made a hasty retreat. He did not want to be here for this. No, that wasn’t true. He did want to be here for this. It would be very pleasing to watch, but it was not in his ability to do so. The two would do nothing whilst he was there, and so he left. Not five steps down the hall and he heard a loud clanging of metal against a hard floor.
The two men, one science geek, one closet geek, were obviously making the most of coded access to the room, and breaking a great many military regulations.
A pity he couldn’t watch.
Hakuna Matata! Hakuna Matata!