Fic: Rain on Your Wedding Day

May 29, 2007 09:58

I take no responsibility for how silly this is. Other people apparently get plot bunnies. I rarely get plot bunnies. What I get are dialog bunnies, which are not as useful, because they usually consist of a tiny scrap of dialog that seems incredibly funny inside my head but which is sometimes less than hilarious once it's down on the page. To use them, I have to come up with a set of circumstances under which they can be employed without losing the humor value and then try to make the whole thing not seem too utterly contrived to exist. I think I kind of failed in this case, but I don't care because the original bunny line cracked me up so much I simply had to share. Have I apologized enough for this yet? Okay, onward!

A tiny piece of gen Season 10 fluff. Cameron, Teal'c and Vala discuss the definition of irony. No spoilers to speak of.

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RAIN ON YOUR WEDDING DAY

"Well that was ironic," said Vala, as the wormhole vanished, taking the transmission with it.

Teal'c cocked an eyebrow at her and Cameron asked "How was that ironic?"

"Well, they were so unpleasant about letting us look at that shiny device of theirs when we first went to the planet, and now they need our help fending off the Priors." Vala shrugged. "Ironic."

Cameron shook his head. "No, see, there's nothing really ironic about that. It would be ironic if they hadn't finally broken down and let us analyze the gizmo. And if it had been something that could stop the Priors. Then, if they ended up getting wiped out because they never let us study the gizmo and so didn't know they could use it to defend themselves, that would be ironic."

"As it is," Teal'c added, "the Malbarans eventually consented to an analysis of the device and it was revealed to be of no tactical value."

Cameron arched an eyebrow at the understatement and said "'No tactical value' in this case translating as 'turns out it was basically a high-tech alien eggbeater'." Teal'c inclined his head fractionally. "So," Cameron concluded, turning back to Vala, "No irony, just a coincidence that makes the Malbarans look like jerks."

"Well pardon me, I had no idea I was addressing an expert on the subject." Vala spread her hands and rolled her eyes at him.

"Oh, I'm no expert," Cameron demurred, "I just happen to have done a little research on the subject fairly recently." Vala and Teal'c both looked at him expectantly, so he elaborated, "I wanted to be able to tell when Jackson was being ironic, sarcastic or just satirical. Did you know he can sometimes pull off all three at once? The man's like a Jedi Knight of dry humor."

"He was privileged to be instructed by a true master," replied Teal'c, with the Jaffa equivalent of a fond grin.

"I don't see how Daniel's ability to be grumpy in the face of any and all circumstances makes him a master of anything," Vala replied, "and anyway how is being grumpy related to irony?"

"Oh, there's all different kinds of irony." Cameron grinned at Teal'c. "The big guy here has some of the subtler forms down to an art. Isn't that so, Teal'c?"

"I cannot imagine to what you are referring Colonel Mitchell." It never ceased to amaze Cameron how the Jaffa could somehow contrive to smirk without actually using his face to do it.

"See that, right there, is what I'm talking about," Cameron shot back, pointing a finger for emphasis. "You can't deliver lines like that and then pretend to me that you don't know anything about irony."

"I am not, in fact, unfamiliar with irony. I am given to understand that the phenomenon is similar to that of precipitation on the day of one's nuptials," Teal'c deadpanned.

Cameron was left gaping a moment in the wake of this bon mot, Vala looking in bafflement from him to Teal'c in the pause it took Cameron to regain the ability to speak. Finally, Cameron snorted and shook his head. "Now you're just mocking me."


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