Fic: there's some things that melt the plastic; John/Jonas (possibly Gen)
there's some things that melt the plastic
one-shot
Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate Atlantis, SG1 or any of its characters or plots. I mean no infringement, this is for personal benefit only.
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis, SG1
Pairing: John/Jonas if you sorta squint and tilt your head
Word count: 805
Rating: PG
Summary: Jonas hadn’t thought Earth had creatures like these, creatures that were meant to lure you in like Greek Sirens and then eat you up like an Unas. Jonas isn’t going to fall for that, though.
Author’s Notes:
- For stargateland’s spooky story challenge. (I may have failed a little.)
- WARNING/FIC SPOILERS (NO CHARACTER DEATH OR PERM. INJURY, SERIOUSLY DON'T READ THIS IF YOU DON'T HAVE TO):CLOWNS
*****
Jonas is running. For his life. Again.
This time he’s on Earth, though. John brought him here, said it was safe, it was fun, it was something everyone has to experience. Except now Jonas is running for his life and John isn’t here and he can’t find him. He can’t find anyone he knows.
Jonas hadn’t thought Earth had creatures like these, creatures that were meant to lure you in like Greek Sirens and then eat you up like an Unas. Jonas isn’t going to fall for that, though.
John’s warned him of other dangers: bears, sharks, serial killers, bugs. Jonas doesn’t think this was any of those.
He hits a woman’s shoulder as he runs for John’s car. He can hear his heart beat in his ear, and he can’t quite catch his breath. He’s terrified, nervous, and where the heck is John?
Jonas finds the car, a splash of red as his vision blurs while he ducks behind the vehicle. He fumbles in his pocket for his cell phone. There are too many buttons and Jonas can’t get the right pass-code in before it locks up and he waits a long twenty-six seconds. He can hear people walking around him as he sinks onto the ground, leaning against the car. The crunch of gravel is louder down there, and Jonas is certain he could hear if anyone comes close to him.
His fingers shake as he manages to key in 0542, unlocking his phone. He has three missed calls, two from John and one from Sam. Nearby he hears a car screech around the corner and Jonas turns his head sharply at the noise.
His thumb presses down on the call button and he lifts the phone up to his ear, hearing it ring.
“Jonas?”
“John,” he breathes. “There’s something here, something’s after me.”
“What?” The sounds in the background blend together as John starts walking faster. “Where are you?”
“Car,” Jonas manages to say. “In the parking lot.”
“Stay there, okay? I’m on my way.”
“What if it finds me?”
Suddenly a scream rings out from across the parking lot. Jonas freezes as another girl yells, “Oh, my god!”
He stands abruptly and looks around, heart pounding, breath caught in his throat. He can’t find either of the girls and says a prayer to the Ancestors for them. A large breeze blows through and Jonas shivers down to his bones.
All he hears is John breathing into the phone, leaves rustling on trees, and the hard crunch of gravel every time someone walks within twenty feet of him. Jonas isn’t flinching, he really isn’t, it’s just cold, and something’s after him, and he’s cautious.
“Jonas?” He hears it in one ear before it comes through the phone and it’s probably not too manly to yelp a little, but Jonas can’t help it. He turns, eyes wide, to see John standing in front of him, colored lights bouncing off of his face. “Are you okay? What did you see?” He grips Jonas’s arms tightly and looks him over.
“It was tall,” Jonas says in a rush. “With really big eyes and a huge mouth and his face…it was… I don’t think it was human, John.”
John frowns and his hand goes to his hip where his gun would be if they were on base. “How tall is tall?”
“A little shorter than me,” Jonas says, gesturing with his hands. “We need to call the SGC.”
“Let’s figure out what it is first,” John says. “Okay?”
“We need weapons,” Jonas decides. “Really big ones. We should call Sam.”
“Figure it out first, and then call her,” John repeats. “Do you think you can show me where you saw it?”
Jonas hears multiple screams in the background and wonders why John doesn’t seem phased by them. He grabs onto the bottom of John’s shirt and lets John lead them back into the park.
There are sounds everywhere, and more screams. Some people are running, but so many more are just standing around, unaware of the danger that Jonas knows is awaiting them.
He tugs on John’s shirt to indicate which way to turn until they find him. Jonas stops abruptly and backs away, pulling John with him. “No sudden movements,” he chants underneath his breath.
“Jonas?” John asks. “What’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong? Don’t you see it?!” he asks, pointing past John to the creature standing there.
John’s silent for a moment and then turns to slowly face Jonas. “I don’t see anything there, Jay.”
Jonas points again. “It!” Jonas insists. “That thing!”
“Red nose?” John asks. Jonas nods. “Red shoes?”
“Red flipper feet,” Jonas corrects.
“Rainbow hair?”
“There are several colors, I’m not sure if--”
“It’s a clown.”
Jonas stares at John. “…”
“A clown, Jonas. He’s wearing a costume.”
“…Do we shoot it?”
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