fic meme! high on painkillers fic meme!

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Okay, so this is how this is going to go.

1. I am high on painkillers
2. For the next two days I will do this meme
3. Comment with a fandom and/or pairing
4. Including a prompt (word, theme, quote, lyric, etc)
5. I will write you at least two sentences of fic based on pairing + prompt
6. I will do so while high on painkillersGuys, this is going to

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They next met Ford on what Rodney had taken to calling "Bizarro World."

And that was before they met Ford.

They had actually been combing the galaxy for Michael and his army of super creepy mutant bugs. John had tried again and again to get some other team assigned to bug duty, but they figured that since his team had the most experience dealing with the things, they would be the best to seek them out. Rodney had protested, vehemently and John had added his own whine voice to the protest, but not even when Ronon got in on it did they gain any ground. (John held that if Teyla had started to whine they would totally not have to do it, but Teyla refused to lower herself to that level.)

Bizarro World (aka P55-L21) was the sixth world they went to in search of Michael. Rodney's immediate reaction was, "What the hell?" Ronon and Teyla were signifigantly more laid back, but then again, John had a feeling that had something to do with them having never seen an episode of Leave it to Beaver.

"It's... a house," John said. He took his sunglasses off.

"It's a piece of suburbia right out of 1960s television!" Rodney said. "What is this, Bizarro World?"

And that was when they saw Ford.

Except, really, he wasn't what they expected. That mostly had to do with the suit, John figured. And the pipe hanging out of his mouth. And the way he chuckled when he saw them.

"Colonel!" he said with a jaunty laugh. "McKay! Teyla! Ronon!"

They blinked at him.

"Honey!" he called into the creepy, white-picket-fenced house. "Honey, we've got visitors!"

"Oh, but the kids are just a mess!" a voice called out from inside.

A very familiar voice.

"Oh my god," Rodney said. He grabbed John's arm and shook him. "Tell me this is a dream. Tell me that we're hallucinating!"

That's when Michael joined Ford on the porch. In a dress. And pearls. With a trail of three little bug-human-wraith-hybrids in immaculate school uniforms.

It's entirely possible John screamed like a little girl when he turned tail and ran.