Fic: Trickery (9/12) PG-13
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libra_travellerTitle: Trickery (9/12)
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: More kookiness ahead as the team works their plan.
Part one
Wind chimed through the palace as the children trooped in carrying the shrunken heads by their hair. While his team had been standing outside in either shock or disgust, John had directed the birds to cut down the crocodiles and replace them with squealing pigs.
The girls and boys placed the heads on a wooden mantle John had put behind his throne. The faces were locked in surprise and acceptance. John danced around the room singing, “Go tell Aunt Rhody, the old grey goose is dead.”
Ronon lumbered through the doors, knocking them against the wall. “Sheppard!”
John twirled, “She died in the millpond, from standing on her head.”
Teyla calmly spoke, “John?”
“The goslins are crying, because their mammy’s dead.” He jumped up on the shell in the corner. “The gander is weeping, because his wife is dead.”
Rodney screamed, “Colonel!”
“Go tell Aunt Rhody…” John slid back down.
In frustration they all yelled, “Lady Leslie!”
John stopped. “Yes?”
Ronon stepped forward. “I challenge you to a duel.”
“Oh really?” John smiled. “I’d love to, but I’m busy redecorating.”
“Now Sheppard,” Ronon growled.
“If you insist. But what are the rules?” John pondered. “How about this, you decide the outcome for whoever wins, if I get to choose the weapon.”
“Fine,” Ronon hissed.
“So the outcome?” John lounged on his throne.
Rodney stepped forward. “If Ronon wins, you come back with us to Atlantis and let Carson treat you.”
“And if I win?” John smirked.
Teyla spoke up. “If you win, we’ll help you with anything you desire.”
“Fair enough. The weapons are…. umbrellas, from those cocktail drinks. One a piece.” John snapped his finger at a girl, who ran to get them.
Ronon just blinked, then looked at Rodney, cocking his head.
Rodney opened his mouth, and then shook his head, turning to John. “You really are a fruitcake aren’t you?”
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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: More kookiness ahead as the team works their plan.
Part one
Wind chimed through the palace as the children trooped in carrying the shrunken heads by their hair. While his team had been standing outside in either shock or disgust, John had directed the birds to cut down the crocodiles and replace them with squealing pigs.
The girls and boys placed the heads on a wooden mantle John had put behind his throne. The faces were locked in surprise and acceptance. John danced around the room singing, “Go tell Aunt Rhody, the old grey goose is dead.”
Ronon lumbered through the doors, knocking them against the wall. “Sheppard!”
John twirled, “She died in the millpond, from standing on her head.”
Teyla calmly spoke, “John?”
“The goslins are crying, because their mammy’s dead.” He jumped up on the shell in the corner. “The gander is weeping, because his wife is dead.”
Rodney screamed, “Colonel!”
“Go tell Aunt Rhody…” John slid back down.
In frustration they all yelled, “Lady Leslie!”
John stopped. “Yes?”
Ronon stepped forward. “I challenge you to a duel.”
“Oh really?” John smiled. “I’d love to, but I’m busy redecorating.”
“Now Sheppard,” Ronon growled.
“If you insist. But what are the rules?” John pondered. “How about this, you decide the outcome for whoever wins, if I get to choose the weapon.”
“Fine,” Ronon hissed.
“So the outcome?” John lounged on his throne.
Rodney stepped forward. “If Ronon wins, you come back with us to Atlantis and let Carson treat you.”
“And if I win?” John smirked.
Teyla spoke up. “If you win, we’ll help you with anything you desire.”
“Fair enough. The weapons are…. umbrellas, from those cocktail drinks. One a piece.” John snapped his finger at a girl, who ran to get them.
Ronon just blinked, then looked at Rodney, cocking his head.
Rodney opened his mouth, and then shook his head, turning to John. “You really are a fruitcake aren’t you?”
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