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sga_flashficTitle: High
Author: pollyrepeat
Characters: Team
Rating: Probably a G
Challenge: This is not happening
Spoilers: None
Summary: "Oh, God," Rodney said. "You're as high as a kite. And you're singing at me."
Notes: My very first SGA fic, so feedback would be loved and adored.
Author: pollyrepeat
Characters: Team
Rating: Probably a G
Challenge: This is not happening
Spoilers: None
Summary: "Oh, God," Rodney said. "You're as high as a kite. And you're singing at me."
Notes: My very first SGA fic, so feedback would be loved and adored.
John forced his eyes open and stared through the strangely clear water toward Rodney's thrashing form. He was willing to swear that Rodney was complaining, blowing these sort of pretty air bubbles that - okay, no. Maybe the problem was that John was feeling air-deprived, at the moment, and was also sort of kind of stuck under water.
Which, you know, sucked.
Rodney flailed a little closer, inch by painstaking inch. His head bobbed in and out of sight on the silver-skinned top of the water far above John. He appeared to be doing a sort of mutated breast stroke that was simply begging to be put out of its misery.
Damn natives. John and Teyla had tried and tried to inform them that John was not an evil water sprite, and no, he did not need to be forcibly returned to the element from whence he came. After that it got a little hazy, but John was pretty sure there had been pink-feathered darts and singing and ritual body paint.
Rodney floated up in front of John's face, cheeks puffed out comically, and blew an impatient, irritated bubble at him that John just knew meant, "Oh, thank God you're all right you stupid moronic person what were you thinking." John was suddenly and irrationally reminded of one of those task things from Harry Potter, which he would never, ever, ever tell Rodney because Rodney was convinced that John was a closet geek already.
Oooh, and he was moving upward, Rodney releasing his legs and pushing up off the bottom, and then there was air, air, beautiful air and he would never leave it again and he was so happy that he hummed a breathless little song that he had made up right on the spot about the beauty of air and how nice air was and how wonderful an activity it was, this whole breathing air thing.
Rodney broke the surface beside him, hacking and sputtering and squinting in the sunlight, and John felt so very happy that he hummed his Joyful Air song at Rodney and even added in a couple of singing lines just because Rodney had been so nice as to swim to the bottom and bring him, John, back to the surface so that he could rediscover the joys of air and make up a song about it.
"Oh, God," Rodney said. "You're as high as a kite. And you're singing at me."
"Yeeeees," John sang, and may have made a noise that, if he were 20 years younger and female, may have been called a giggle.
"This is not happening," Rodney said firmly. "And you will never ever make that noise during a life-threatening situation again when I don't have time to mock you properly."
John let his head flop down into the water and blew a bubble.
Rodney huffed impatiently, warm air tickling at John's ear. John raised his head and watched with interest as Rodney struggled to stay afloat. "You have to work with the water," he told Rodney, and hummed again. "Embraaaaace the waaaaater, Rodneeeeey."
Rodney snarled something unintelligible and tugged at John's arm. "Come on," he said. "There's still some rescuing to do - they tried to bury Ford alive."
"But whyyyyyyyy?" John asked, and accidentally swallowed a mouthful of water and also got some up his nose, which was a very unpleasant experience. "Cough cough," John told Rodney, somewhat petulantly.
"Nrrrrgh," Rodney groaned, sounding anguished. "You're even more moronic than usual." He tugged at John's arm again. "Does the fact that these idiotic people are attempting to sacrifice your team to the four elements mean nothing to you? They tried to throw me off a cliff!"
"Oooh," John said, impressed. He obediently moved towards the shore with a brisk, efficient stroke at Rodney's urging. Rodney flailed along behind him, splashing a lot, which would have been a lot of fun to do because John kind of felt like splashing Rodney and then maybe having a water fight with Teyla and Ford.
They managed to make it to the shore without any more incidents, and John had staunchly refused to give in to his urges to start a water fight, which he was very impressed with himself about.
There was singing off in the distance.
"That'll be Ford," Rodney said. "At least we won't have to deal with the damn natives, they all high-tailed it into the forest as soon as they thought they'd managed to sacrifice us." He reached out and yanked a pink-feathered dart, dangling forlornly by its tip, out of the back of John's jacket. He regarded it thoughtfully. "Whatever this is, it definitely packs a punch. You and Ford went down instantly. And now, apparently, you're high. Wonderful. I wish I had a video camera, but no, it went over the cliff!"
John thought about this, dripping and somewhat distracted by Rodney's anxious, fluttering hands. Rodney really had wonderful hands, they could practically fly.
"Hey!" Rodney snapped his fingers an inch from John's nose. "Are you still with me?"
"Wheee," John agreed solemnly.
End
Which, you know, sucked.
Rodney flailed a little closer, inch by painstaking inch. His head bobbed in and out of sight on the silver-skinned top of the water far above John. He appeared to be doing a sort of mutated breast stroke that was simply begging to be put out of its misery.
Damn natives. John and Teyla had tried and tried to inform them that John was not an evil water sprite, and no, he did not need to be forcibly returned to the element from whence he came. After that it got a little hazy, but John was pretty sure there had been pink-feathered darts and singing and ritual body paint.
Rodney floated up in front of John's face, cheeks puffed out comically, and blew an impatient, irritated bubble at him that John just knew meant, "Oh, thank God you're all right you stupid moronic person what were you thinking." John was suddenly and irrationally reminded of one of those task things from Harry Potter, which he would never, ever, ever tell Rodney because Rodney was convinced that John was a closet geek already.
Oooh, and he was moving upward, Rodney releasing his legs and pushing up off the bottom, and then there was air, air, beautiful air and he would never leave it again and he was so happy that he hummed a breathless little song that he had made up right on the spot about the beauty of air and how nice air was and how wonderful an activity it was, this whole breathing air thing.
Rodney broke the surface beside him, hacking and sputtering and squinting in the sunlight, and John felt so very happy that he hummed his Joyful Air song at Rodney and even added in a couple of singing lines just because Rodney had been so nice as to swim to the bottom and bring him, John, back to the surface so that he could rediscover the joys of air and make up a song about it.
"Oh, God," Rodney said. "You're as high as a kite. And you're singing at me."
"Yeeeees," John sang, and may have made a noise that, if he were 20 years younger and female, may have been called a giggle.
"This is not happening," Rodney said firmly. "And you will never ever make that noise during a life-threatening situation again when I don't have time to mock you properly."
John let his head flop down into the water and blew a bubble.
Rodney huffed impatiently, warm air tickling at John's ear. John raised his head and watched with interest as Rodney struggled to stay afloat. "You have to work with the water," he told Rodney, and hummed again. "Embraaaaace the waaaaater, Rodneeeeey."
Rodney snarled something unintelligible and tugged at John's arm. "Come on," he said. "There's still some rescuing to do - they tried to bury Ford alive."
"But whyyyyyyyy?" John asked, and accidentally swallowed a mouthful of water and also got some up his nose, which was a very unpleasant experience. "Cough cough," John told Rodney, somewhat petulantly.
"Nrrrrgh," Rodney groaned, sounding anguished. "You're even more moronic than usual." He tugged at John's arm again. "Does the fact that these idiotic people are attempting to sacrifice your team to the four elements mean nothing to you? They tried to throw me off a cliff!"
"Oooh," John said, impressed. He obediently moved towards the shore with a brisk, efficient stroke at Rodney's urging. Rodney flailed along behind him, splashing a lot, which would have been a lot of fun to do because John kind of felt like splashing Rodney and then maybe having a water fight with Teyla and Ford.
They managed to make it to the shore without any more incidents, and John had staunchly refused to give in to his urges to start a water fight, which he was very impressed with himself about.
There was singing off in the distance.
"That'll be Ford," Rodney said. "At least we won't have to deal with the damn natives, they all high-tailed it into the forest as soon as they thought they'd managed to sacrifice us." He reached out and yanked a pink-feathered dart, dangling forlornly by its tip, out of the back of John's jacket. He regarded it thoughtfully. "Whatever this is, it definitely packs a punch. You and Ford went down instantly. And now, apparently, you're high. Wonderful. I wish I had a video camera, but no, it went over the cliff!"
John thought about this, dripping and somewhat distracted by Rodney's anxious, fluttering hands. Rodney really had wonderful hands, they could practically fly.
"Hey!" Rodney snapped his fingers an inch from John's nose. "Are you still with me?"
"Wheee," John agreed solemnly.
End
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Date: 2006-04-07 07:39 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2006-04-07 08:53 pm (UTC)And hee. I'm glad you agree - it would be poetic justice for Rodney to be sacrificed to a wind element.
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Date: 2006-04-07 07:42 pm (UTC):D!!
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Date: 2006-04-07 08:12 pm (UTC)and then there was air, air, beautiful air and he would never leave it again and he was so happy that he hummed a breathless little song that he had made up right on the spot about the beauty of air and how nice air was and how wonderful an activity it was, this whole breathing air thing.
"Wheee," John agreed solemnly.
HAH!
This is hilarious. Thanks for sharing it!
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Date: 2006-04-07 09:26 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading, and I'm glad you liked it!
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Date: 2006-04-07 10:07 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2006-04-07 11:53 pm (UTC)bwaaaa hahaahahaha
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Date: 2006-04-08 02:16 am (UTC)And Rodney's swimming made me giggle!
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Date: 2006-04-11 01:11 am (UTC)Well done, dahling - and what an original idea! ;)
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Date: 2006-04-14 05:58 pm (UTC)hehe
also:
hehehehehe
awesome story!
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