prompt me?

[siegeofangels]

I'm supposed to be writing job application narrative statements this weekend, so--um, prompt me for commentfic with which I can bribe myself one-fic-one-statement?

I will probably work best off of prompts in the form of "The scene where blah blah blah happens."

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[siegeofangels]

John slip-slides down the hill, skidding on his feet, slick mud under his hands, his ass when he falls. Rodney's down here somewhere, easy, John, just look for the only mud-colored thing that's moving.

And bitching.

There's a small hillock that proves itself to be McKay, wet and miserable and looking like he wants to punch a puddle. The rain (the constant unending what-the-hell rain) is already rinsing the mud off of Rodney's face and head, probably washing it right down inside his collar. But at least John can see his face. Rodney's grumpy but uninjured.

This is unusual weather for P73-OO5; it's supposed to be a temperate dry planet and the vegetation doesn't look like it belongs in a deluge; there's too much water for the landscape and it's soaking into the soil and creating little rivulets and channels in the side of the hill, and dammit they have to go back up the hill.

It's slow going; for every step forward John slides back (down) six inches, a foot. There's no traction and he grabs at saplings and braces his feet on clumps of grass and all he's doing is making a mess. There's a steady stream of grumbling coming from Rodney's direction; nothing that's meant to be heard by John but constant, about the trees and the grass and the mud and the rain.

He falls flat two more times before they make it to the top, coming down hard on his elbows, on his knees, smacking himself in the head with wet branches and forgetting he shouldn't wipe his face when his hands are covered in mud.

At the top is the Rendarian village, full of people all huddled warm and firelit in their homes, people who didn't see the need to go out for a sudden walk in the rain. Rodney's not moving toward the village though, apparently worn out from the climb; he just stops at the top of the hill and plops down on the ground. John figures he probably can't get any wetter, what the hell, and drops down next to him.

They sit there for a short moment, enough time for the wet to really start seeping through John's pants, and he turns to Rodney and flicks him, hard, on the temple. It leaves a little splatmark of mud there, and Rodney swats at him until the whole absurd situation gets to him and he just shakes his head in silent laughter.

Which is more than he'd been doing when he stormed out into the rain, so John counts it as a plus and stands up, clothes pulling at his skin, and he reaches a hand out to Rodney. Helps him up. Rodney's hand is slippery with rain, but it's warm, and he smiles as they make their way back to the warm-lit houses.

[beadattitude]

Oooooh, those last two paragraphs made me just as warm as I could be. ::cuddles you close:: AWESOME.

I love it when they swat each other.

[siegeofangels]

Yay! Glad it ended warmly after all of the rain.

I realized I'd gotten that far without any actual dialogue, so. Swat.

[beadattitude]

Oh, I love when you can get by with no dialogue. Those are cool moments. Swat is good!