Fic: What exists in your philosophy [ Halloween Challenge ]
Title: What exists in your philosophy
Author: Huggle
Fandom:SGA
Characters: John Sheppard; Rodney McKay; Teyla Emmagan; Ronon Dex
Rating: PG13?
Spoilers: none
Warnings: none
A/N: This is my first flash fic attempt so really new to this and the whole LJ cut thingy. Also, this kind of grabbed me and wouldn't let go so unbeta'd. Apologies in advance! Don't own SGA or any of the movies mentioned herein.
Summary: John's pretty sure that there's no such thing.
“You should be ashamed of yourself,” Rodney said, as soon as the doors to Teyla’s quarters slid closed on Ronon sitting next to her on the bed with a protective arm around her shoulders.
“It was that or Poltergeist,” John said defensively. “I can’t watch that movie, Rodney, you know why.” He turned quickly and Rodney’s arms froze in place, bent out like wings; one leg was cocked and his chin was jutting forward like someone had smacked him on the back of the head.
“Funny,” he sniped. “And how was I meant to know the Devil Dogs were like the bogeyman to the Athosians? I tried to tell her there’s no such thing.”
Rodney shrugged, shoving the Ghostbusters DVD into the pocket of his lab coat to give back to Lorne in the morning. This close to Halloween, any scary or supernatural flick in the city was in high demand. There was a lot to be said for having the military CO of Atlantis on your team, though, and a lot more for having almost sole control of the environmental systems in the personal quarters. Hell, if it wasn’t for him, most of them wouldn’t be there to enjoy Halloween anyway, so he didn’t feel guilty in the slightest for jumping the queue.
“You’re so sure of that,” he said.
Sheppard cocked an eyebrow at him. “Yep. And…?”
Rodney couldn’t help himself. “You were so sure two and a half years ago that there were no aliens, no Stargates, no lost city of Atlantis.” His tone was sing-song, mocking.
John shook a finger at him. “Ah ah. Two and a half years ago, I’d never heard of the Stargate, had no reason to consider that Atlantis might exist on another planet and everything I knew about aliens came from watching X-Files or Independence Day. So that’s an unfair argument - I wasn’t sure, I just didn’t have an opinion.” He grinned, victorious.
They stopped outside John’s quarters, and McKay put on a serious face.
“So I can probably get Killer Klowns from Outer Space for tomorrow night.”
“McKay.”
“Okay. Bloodsucking Killer Clowns from Outer Space?”
The door shut in his face, muffling Sheppard’s irritated good night. Grinning, Rodney headed off to his room.
:::
John gave a back popping stretch as he kicked off his boots. Rodney really thought he was hilarious sometimes but if Sheppard had shown up to the team’s movie night with a platter of lemon cupcakes: well suddenly everything would have gotten real serious, real fast.
He checked his laptop for any emails but there were only a couple, neither of which really needed his attention tonight. But there was one he wanted to send. He sat down, and opened up a new message.
From: SheppardJ@Atlantis.net
To: EmmaganT@Atlantis.net
Subject: Sorry!
Teyla
I really didn’t know the Athosians had stories about those things.
Sorry if it upset you. Honest, it’s just a movie. Call me if you need anything, okay?
Sleep tight.
John
He pushed the chair back away from his desk, irritated at stupid tales told to scare kids, stupid movies and Rodney in general. So it was his fault Teyla’s people had cultural references to some made up monster in a film, but it was okay for Rodney to tease him about an actual phobia he had for something that was real and then try and turn the whole thing into some pseudo-scientific debate just to wind him up all the more.
Killer Klowns from Outer Space. Oh, that was going to take some serious payback.
He stripped off his radio and leaned forward to drop it on the desk, when the chair suddenly rolled back, almost colliding with his bed. Startled, Sheppard gave out a squawk. He was halfway out of the chair, when the first arm appeared, mechanical fingers flexing as it reached up to wrap itself around his waist, yanking him back down. Another followed, whining as it shot out from underneath the chair to snag his right leg. There was no time to question, what, where; panic overtook him and he made a grab at one of the hands, suddenly aware that shit they were like solid metal and strong and fuck they had fingers that were clamping down like a vice. Then another appeared and rotated to rest cold and hard against his skin as it covered his mouth.
The chair spun around so fast that he would have been tossed out of it if it weren’t for the cold limbs restraining him. When the bathroom door slid open, Sheppard stared wide eyed at the cold blue-green glow from beyond. He managed a strangled yell through the hand as the chair rolled forward, racing into the gleam, before the door sealed shut behind him.
Author: Huggle
Fandom:SGA
Characters: John Sheppard; Rodney McKay; Teyla Emmagan; Ronon Dex
Rating: PG13?
Spoilers: none
Warnings: none
A/N: This is my first flash fic attempt so really new to this and the whole LJ cut thingy. Also, this kind of grabbed me and wouldn't let go so unbeta'd. Apologies in advance! Don't own SGA or any of the movies mentioned herein.
Summary: John's pretty sure that there's no such thing.
“You should be ashamed of yourself,” Rodney said, as soon as the doors to Teyla’s quarters slid closed on Ronon sitting next to her on the bed with a protective arm around her shoulders.
“It was that or Poltergeist,” John said defensively. “I can’t watch that movie, Rodney, you know why.” He turned quickly and Rodney’s arms froze in place, bent out like wings; one leg was cocked and his chin was jutting forward like someone had smacked him on the back of the head.
“Funny,” he sniped. “And how was I meant to know the Devil Dogs were like the bogeyman to the Athosians? I tried to tell her there’s no such thing.”
Rodney shrugged, shoving the Ghostbusters DVD into the pocket of his lab coat to give back to Lorne in the morning. This close to Halloween, any scary or supernatural flick in the city was in high demand. There was a lot to be said for having the military CO of Atlantis on your team, though, and a lot more for having almost sole control of the environmental systems in the personal quarters. Hell, if it wasn’t for him, most of them wouldn’t be there to enjoy Halloween anyway, so he didn’t feel guilty in the slightest for jumping the queue.
“You’re so sure of that,” he said.
Sheppard cocked an eyebrow at him. “Yep. And…?”
Rodney couldn’t help himself. “You were so sure two and a half years ago that there were no aliens, no Stargates, no lost city of Atlantis.” His tone was sing-song, mocking.
John shook a finger at him. “Ah ah. Two and a half years ago, I’d never heard of the Stargate, had no reason to consider that Atlantis might exist on another planet and everything I knew about aliens came from watching X-Files or Independence Day. So that’s an unfair argument - I wasn’t sure, I just didn’t have an opinion.” He grinned, victorious.
They stopped outside John’s quarters, and McKay put on a serious face.
“So I can probably get Killer Klowns from Outer Space for tomorrow night.”
“McKay.”
“Okay. Bloodsucking Killer Clowns from Outer Space?”
The door shut in his face, muffling Sheppard’s irritated good night. Grinning, Rodney headed off to his room.
:::
John gave a back popping stretch as he kicked off his boots. Rodney really thought he was hilarious sometimes but if Sheppard had shown up to the team’s movie night with a platter of lemon cupcakes: well suddenly everything would have gotten real serious, real fast.
He checked his laptop for any emails but there were only a couple, neither of which really needed his attention tonight. But there was one he wanted to send. He sat down, and opened up a new message.
From: SheppardJ@Atlantis.net
To: EmmaganT@Atlantis.net
Subject: Sorry!
Teyla
I really didn’t know the Athosians had stories about those things.
Sorry if it upset you. Honest, it’s just a movie. Call me if you need anything, okay?
Sleep tight.
John
He pushed the chair back away from his desk, irritated at stupid tales told to scare kids, stupid movies and Rodney in general. So it was his fault Teyla’s people had cultural references to some made up monster in a film, but it was okay for Rodney to tease him about an actual phobia he had for something that was real and then try and turn the whole thing into some pseudo-scientific debate just to wind him up all the more.
Killer Klowns from Outer Space. Oh, that was going to take some serious payback.
He stripped off his radio and leaned forward to drop it on the desk, when the chair suddenly rolled back, almost colliding with his bed. Startled, Sheppard gave out a squawk. He was halfway out of the chair, when the first arm appeared, mechanical fingers flexing as it reached up to wrap itself around his waist, yanking him back down. Another followed, whining as it shot out from underneath the chair to snag his right leg. There was no time to question, what, where; panic overtook him and he made a grab at one of the hands, suddenly aware that shit they were like solid metal and strong and fuck they had fingers that were clamping down like a vice. Then another appeared and rotated to rest cold and hard against his skin as it covered his mouth.
The chair spun around so fast that he would have been tossed out of it if it weren’t for the cold limbs restraining him. When the bathroom door slid open, Sheppard stared wide eyed at the cold blue-green glow from beyond. He managed a strangled yell through the hand as the chair rolled forward, racing into the gleam, before the door sealed shut behind him.