Apr 21, 2008 20:29
John had a headache.
That wasn't so much a pain as it was a thorn in his side, as anytime John had a headache or felt anywhere near under the weather, Scorpius seized the opportunity to take a pleasure cruise in John's body.
Never anything too sordid - not even when he'd been sporting a side full of cracked ribs had John allowed that - but sometimes it was just easier to let the alien drive than it was fight him.
And so, cradling his head in one hand and letting Scorpius draw patterns in the sand with the other, John asked him, "How is that a Marauder? That's totally a butterfly."
Scorpius whacked his hand away from the sand before he could destroy his work, pointing instead to the fuel tanks on either side of the intricate drawing. Cesium tanks, you see. And here, the immobilizer pulse.
"You can't draw an immobilizer pulse in the sand," John drawled. "That's just dirty. There could be kids!" He thrust his fingers into the tiny ship and scattered it to the winds, earning him a growl from Scorpius and a smack to his own face.
"Hey! No fair using my own hand!"
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