Checkmate: Crazy Cat, part 2
Title: Crazy Cat, part 2
Series: Checkmate 'Verse
Author: Beadattitude
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Animal Transformation
Summary: John will take a win any way he can get it.
Author's note: This has been kicking around my brain. I'm not sure if it's apocryphal, but here you go.
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Rodney can hardly believe his eyes. Or his ears, but....
Bantos sticks and towels are scattered everywhere, and Ronon is standing in the middle of the floor, John hanging off one of his arms like a tree sloth, biting at Ronon's arm band/brace thingy, while Ronon is giggling. Giggling. He tries to smother his laughter when Rodney looks in, but it's hard going.
John glances at Rodney, eyes crazy crazy crazy with mischief, then with a yowl, renews his attack on Ronon's wrist. Ronon, looking a little crazy around the eyes himself, slowly moves his arm back and forth, causing John to swing gently. He makes threatening noises around his mouthful of leather and Ronon starts snickering again, and the more Ronon laughs, the more outrageous sounds and crazy faces John makes.
Ronon's laughter turns into guffaws, and he has to lean over and rest his free hand on his knee. John scrambles up Ronon's arm to his shoulders and starts tugging hard on a dread. Ronon crashes to his knees and then all fours, keening with laughter. John makes a particularly vicious yank and Ronon slaps the floor and manages to grit out, "Second father, m-male relative..."
"Uncle," Rodney offers.
"Uncle!"
John ceases immediately and clambers over to perch on top of Ronon's head, satisfaction radiating from every whisker.
"I want to say 'pick on somebody your own size,' but I can't figure out which one of you needs it the most."
Ronon, still faceplanted on the floor, raises a hand and points at his head and John on it. John sets his teeth around Ronon's finger and growls. Ronon's shoulders start to shake again and he slowly starts to pull his hand away, then darts forward, obviously trying for a blind grab. John has the hand trapped atop Ronon's head in a flash. He sits on it. He makes a noise that puts the hairs up on Rodney's neck, but it somehow manages to crack Ronon up even more. He beats his free fist against the floor, voice gone all high-pitched and breathless.
John looks up at Rodney, ears twitching, so happy.
"So, you're gonna be awhile?"
"Marrrp!" John chirps.
"Okey-dokey," Rodney replies lightly. "Try to leave him in one piece."
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Series: Checkmate 'Verse
Author: Beadattitude
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Animal Transformation
Summary: John will take a win any way he can get it.
Author's note: This has been kicking around my brain. I'm not sure if it's apocryphal, but here you go.
~~~
Rodney can hardly believe his eyes. Or his ears, but....
Bantos sticks and towels are scattered everywhere, and Ronon is standing in the middle of the floor, John hanging off one of his arms like a tree sloth, biting at Ronon's arm band/brace thingy, while Ronon is giggling. Giggling. He tries to smother his laughter when Rodney looks in, but it's hard going.
John glances at Rodney, eyes crazy crazy crazy with mischief, then with a yowl, renews his attack on Ronon's wrist. Ronon, looking a little crazy around the eyes himself, slowly moves his arm back and forth, causing John to swing gently. He makes threatening noises around his mouthful of leather and Ronon starts snickering again, and the more Ronon laughs, the more outrageous sounds and crazy faces John makes.
Ronon's laughter turns into guffaws, and he has to lean over and rest his free hand on his knee. John scrambles up Ronon's arm to his shoulders and starts tugging hard on a dread. Ronon crashes to his knees and then all fours, keening with laughter. John makes a particularly vicious yank and Ronon slaps the floor and manages to grit out, "Second father, m-male relative..."
"Uncle," Rodney offers.
"Uncle!"
John ceases immediately and clambers over to perch on top of Ronon's head, satisfaction radiating from every whisker.
"I want to say 'pick on somebody your own size,' but I can't figure out which one of you needs it the most."
Ronon, still faceplanted on the floor, raises a hand and points at his head and John on it. John sets his teeth around Ronon's finger and growls. Ronon's shoulders start to shake again and he slowly starts to pull his hand away, then darts forward, obviously trying for a blind grab. John has the hand trapped atop Ronon's head in a flash. He sits on it. He makes a noise that puts the hairs up on Rodney's neck, but it somehow manages to crack Ronon up even more. He beats his free fist against the floor, voice gone all high-pitched and breathless.
John looks up at Rodney, ears twitching, so happy.
"So, you're gonna be awhile?"
"Marrrp!" John chirps.
"Okey-dokey," Rodney replies lightly. "Try to leave him in one piece."
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