Fic: Trickery (8/12) PG-13
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libra_travellerTitle: Trickery (8/12)
Author: libra_traveller
Rating: PG-13
Summary: John turns evil, his team has to turn him back.
Author’s Note: This is Belisse’s plot bunny I borrowed.
Added note: Here lies the evil John, I hope you all enjoy.
Part one
The sun was bright, reflecting off of white grass. Rodney had found planks of wood that the fairies had been guarding. He threw sand at them and they scattered. The children then used the wood to build a stage.
John sat on a stool outside, dressed in his normal pants and shirt, and without a wig, but his legs were crossed at the knees. Ronon and Teyla, with disgusted looks on their faces, were fanning John with leafy branches from the maroon trees making up the forest a few minutes away from the palace. Rodney had the children making the set. He also wrote out the scripts for their guests.
Soon enough the gate activated and Cowen and his wife stepped through it. They walked forward towards the stage. Cowen looked at John in surprise. “Sheppard?”
“Call me Leslie. McKay, give them their scripts.” John waved his hand at Rodney. Rodney quickly handed the black paper with white ink to them.
Cowen pulled his wife towards the stage and they sat on it and read their lines.
Fifteen minutes later the gate activated again and Smeadon and his wife walked through. They were also shocked to see Sheppard but took their scripts without a word.
Rodney stood up thinking they had had enough time memorizing their lines. He was about to speak when John raised his hand, signaling the children, who then threw glitter at Cowen, Smeadon, and their wives. Rodney squinted in confusion, shook his head and spoke up. “It is hot out here so we’re going to just perform the last scene of William Shakespeare’s ‘The Tragedy of Othello, The Moor of Venice’. I also have simplified the lines because I doubt you’re intelligent enough to understand Shakespeare.”
The birds pulled up a moon and flapped their wings to keep it up. Cowen stepped up on the stage with his wife. “You’ve betrayed me wife, sleeping with others.”
His wife, “No, Othello.”
“I shall kill you, Desdemona, to stop your prostituting.” Cowen ran the sword the children handed him into his wife.
Smeadon’s wife stepped onto the stage. “You killed my lady when it is my husband who has deceived you.”
Smeadon stepped on the stage. “Emilia, you dumb woman.” He stabbed her with a dagger the children handed him.
She fell to the ground with Cowen’s wife.
Cowen rushed towards Smeadon. “You made me kill my wife, Iago.” The children held him back from killing Smeadon. “I shall kill myself then so I may be with her.” Cowen stabbed himself and lay next to his wife.
Smeadon started to walk off the stage and then a monkey flew down with an axe and hit him in the back.
Rodney, Teyla and Ronon could only look on in shock as the blood flew from all four bodies.
John jumped up and began clapping happily. “Wonderful! Okay, Simon,” he addressed the monkey. “Chop off all their heads, then the children will shrink them and put the heads on my mantle in the throne room.” He then began walking back to the palace, a gleam of satisfaction in his eyes.
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Author: libra_traveller
Rating: PG-13
Summary: John turns evil, his team has to turn him back.
Author’s Note: This is Belisse’s plot bunny I borrowed.
Added note: Here lies the evil John, I hope you all enjoy.
Part one
The sun was bright, reflecting off of white grass. Rodney had found planks of wood that the fairies had been guarding. He threw sand at them and they scattered. The children then used the wood to build a stage.
John sat on a stool outside, dressed in his normal pants and shirt, and without a wig, but his legs were crossed at the knees. Ronon and Teyla, with disgusted looks on their faces, were fanning John with leafy branches from the maroon trees making up the forest a few minutes away from the palace. Rodney had the children making the set. He also wrote out the scripts for their guests.
Soon enough the gate activated and Cowen and his wife stepped through it. They walked forward towards the stage. Cowen looked at John in surprise. “Sheppard?”
“Call me Leslie. McKay, give them their scripts.” John waved his hand at Rodney. Rodney quickly handed the black paper with white ink to them.
Cowen pulled his wife towards the stage and they sat on it and read their lines.
Fifteen minutes later the gate activated again and Smeadon and his wife walked through. They were also shocked to see Sheppard but took their scripts without a word.
Rodney stood up thinking they had had enough time memorizing their lines. He was about to speak when John raised his hand, signaling the children, who then threw glitter at Cowen, Smeadon, and their wives. Rodney squinted in confusion, shook his head and spoke up. “It is hot out here so we’re going to just perform the last scene of William Shakespeare’s ‘The Tragedy of Othello, The Moor of Venice’. I also have simplified the lines because I doubt you’re intelligent enough to understand Shakespeare.”
The birds pulled up a moon and flapped their wings to keep it up. Cowen stepped up on the stage with his wife. “You’ve betrayed me wife, sleeping with others.”
His wife, “No, Othello.”
“I shall kill you, Desdemona, to stop your prostituting.” Cowen ran the sword the children handed him into his wife.
Smeadon’s wife stepped onto the stage. “You killed my lady when it is my husband who has deceived you.”
Smeadon stepped on the stage. “Emilia, you dumb woman.” He stabbed her with a dagger the children handed him.
She fell to the ground with Cowen’s wife.
Cowen rushed towards Smeadon. “You made me kill my wife, Iago.” The children held him back from killing Smeadon. “I shall kill myself then so I may be with her.” Cowen stabbed himself and lay next to his wife.
Smeadon started to walk off the stage and then a monkey flew down with an axe and hit him in the back.
Rodney, Teyla and Ronon could only look on in shock as the blood flew from all four bodies.
John jumped up and began clapping happily. “Wonderful! Okay, Simon,” he addressed the monkey. “Chop off all their heads, then the children will shrink them and put the heads on my mantle in the throne room.” He then began walking back to the palace, a gleam of satisfaction in his eyes.
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on 2006-08-03 09:32 am (UTC)Can't believe they were that stupid. :sniggers: Guess they thought it was all a joke or something.
Can't wait to see what happens next.
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on 2006-08-03 08:52 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2006-08-05 12:53 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-08-05 04:20 am (UTC)I'm having so much fun reading this!
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on 2006-08-08 10:41 am (UTC)