Fic: It's Catchy
It's Catchy - Stargate Atlantis - Evan Lorne/John Sheppard - Words: 546 (sans lyrics)
Written for Stargateland's "Ray, a Guy Who Buys Some Twinkies" Challenge.
Summary: It wasn't quite singing in the rain. It was something else entirely.
Content Notes: Rated N for Naked.
Author Notes: This challenge was designed for crack fic, right?
Included lyrics are from Britney Spears' "Womanizer" and Avril Lavigne's "Girlfriend" don't judge me; blame the goat.
Evan Lorne was late getting home. It wasn't unusual, and some nights John was later than he was. Evan's team had just returned from a quick off-world jaunt. They'd been scheduled to be back well before dinner, but as with all things that were supposed to be quick and easy went, Evan didn't finish up with Dr. Beckett in the infirmary until it was almost time to go to bed.
The door to the quarters he shared with John opened and closed without Evan raising a finger and he had already pulled off his boots and shrugged out of his uniform jacket when he realized that something was wrong. No, not wrong; something was strange. On Atlantis the difference between wrong and strange often wasn't a lot, so Evan put the earpiece to his radio back in and cautiously approached the bathroom door. There was a noise that Evan couldn't quite identify coming from inside and he hoped that somewhere during the day the showers had become sentient and had decided to devour whoever stepped inside. Probably not, because he hadn't heard any calls to maintenance over the emergency channel, but it was still a possibility.
The door opened when Evan moved a little closer and he quickly looked over the small room before becoming transfixed on the sight directly in front of him. He had been right about the shower being part of the problem, but he'd been wrong about the source. The shower didn't appear to be devouring John, who was standing under the stream of water covered in suds, but John appeared to be singing.
"I know what you are, what you are, baby."
If that could be called singing, coming from John's voice, a rather deep and slightly off-key alto. Evan stared, his hand still halfway to his radio call button so he could call for back up if he needed it.
"Womanizer, woman-womanizer, you're a womanizer, oh womanizer…"
Evan's eyebrows shot up. He wondered, just a little, if he should call Dr. Beckett and have him check John for the presence of some kind of behavior and mood altering drugs. He'd heard rumors at the SGC about drugs off-world that could make people 'do it', but he'd never heard about people being dosed with drugs that made people sing. Or whatever it was that John was attempting to do.
"Daddy-o, you've got the swagger of a champion-"
"John," Evan finally said, deciding he needed a better baseline of John's behavior before he called for backup.
John turned around, grinning when he saw Evan and giving a slightly sheepish wave.
Evan couldn't tell if the slightly pinkish color to John's skin was him blushing or just a result of the hot water. "What was that?" he asked, spreading his hands to indicate the song he'd been singing.
"Britney Spears." John said. When Evan continued to stare, John shrugged. "It's catchy!"
"Uh huh," Evan said slowly. He supposed that made sense and maybe his boyfriend and commanding officer hadn't been taken over by aliens after all. Maybe.
John looked Evan up and down suggestively. "Are you going to join me in here?"
Evan thought about it for a moment and then realized he didn't need to think about it. "Yes, let me go get undressed," he said, leaving the bathroom.
"Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me," John sung. The door closed, thankfully cutting off the rest of his latest rendition.
Written for Stargateland's "Ray, a Guy Who Buys Some Twinkies" Challenge.
Summary: It wasn't quite singing in the rain. It was something else entirely.
Content Notes: Rated N for Naked.
Author Notes: This challenge was designed for crack fic, right?
Included lyrics are from Britney Spears' "Womanizer" and Avril Lavigne's "Girlfriend" don't judge me; blame the goat.
Evan Lorne was late getting home. It wasn't unusual, and some nights John was later than he was. Evan's team had just returned from a quick off-world jaunt. They'd been scheduled to be back well before dinner, but as with all things that were supposed to be quick and easy went, Evan didn't finish up with Dr. Beckett in the infirmary until it was almost time to go to bed.
The door to the quarters he shared with John opened and closed without Evan raising a finger and he had already pulled off his boots and shrugged out of his uniform jacket when he realized that something was wrong. No, not wrong; something was strange. On Atlantis the difference between wrong and strange often wasn't a lot, so Evan put the earpiece to his radio back in and cautiously approached the bathroom door. There was a noise that Evan couldn't quite identify coming from inside and he hoped that somewhere during the day the showers had become sentient and had decided to devour whoever stepped inside. Probably not, because he hadn't heard any calls to maintenance over the emergency channel, but it was still a possibility.
The door opened when Evan moved a little closer and he quickly looked over the small room before becoming transfixed on the sight directly in front of him. He had been right about the shower being part of the problem, but he'd been wrong about the source. The shower didn't appear to be devouring John, who was standing under the stream of water covered in suds, but John appeared to be singing.
"I know what you are, what you are, baby."
If that could be called singing, coming from John's voice, a rather deep and slightly off-key alto. Evan stared, his hand still halfway to his radio call button so he could call for back up if he needed it.
"Womanizer, woman-womanizer, you're a womanizer, oh womanizer…"
Evan's eyebrows shot up. He wondered, just a little, if he should call Dr. Beckett and have him check John for the presence of some kind of behavior and mood altering drugs. He'd heard rumors at the SGC about drugs off-world that could make people 'do it', but he'd never heard about people being dosed with drugs that made people sing. Or whatever it was that John was attempting to do.
"Daddy-o, you've got the swagger of a champion-"
"John," Evan finally said, deciding he needed a better baseline of John's behavior before he called for backup.
John turned around, grinning when he saw Evan and giving a slightly sheepish wave.
Evan couldn't tell if the slightly pinkish color to John's skin was him blushing or just a result of the hot water. "What was that?" he asked, spreading his hands to indicate the song he'd been singing.
"Britney Spears." John said. When Evan continued to stare, John shrugged. "It's catchy!"
"Uh huh," Evan said slowly. He supposed that made sense and maybe his boyfriend and commanding officer hadn't been taken over by aliens after all. Maybe.
John looked Evan up and down suggestively. "Are you going to join me in here?"
Evan thought about it for a moment and then realized he didn't need to think about it. "Yes, let me go get undressed," he said, leaving the bathroom.
"Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me," John sung. The door closed, thankfully cutting off the rest of his latest rendition.