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fic: prompt ficlets for Kriadydragon and Wildcat88

First, for kriadydragon, who requested McKay, being somehow unfair or extra snarky to Sheppard, gets his comeuppance.

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It was a nice arch, as arches went. A bit weather-worn, with a couple vines trailing down one side. And the ground underneath it was stained white. If John listened hard, he could hear the rustle of wings coming from above it. Maybe. It was kind of hard to hear over Rodney’s current monologue.

“You know, I wouldn’t walk through there, if I were you.” Rodney, of course, didn’t turn around.

“What, are you a structural engineer now? It’s fine, Colonel.”

“I really think you shouldn’t.”

“Is that an order?”

“No.” Because if Rodney was determined to be an ass, John certainly wasn’t going to stand in the way of him getting his just deserts.

“In that case, I think I’ll just walk through this conveniently-placed doorway, toward this very promising power reading over there—”

Splat.

There was a glorious moment of utter silence, like the calm before a particularly explosive storm. John tried very hard not to smirk.

“Can’t say I didn’t warn you. And no, we’re not turning around until we’ve finished the mission.”

*


And for wildcat88, an unusual talent that Ronon has.

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Towards the end of a long meeting—which Ronon attended only because they were discussing policy concerning culling refugees and runners—Sheppard started fiddling with the stack of print-outs he’d brought for some reason. Ronon didn’t think anything of it at the time, but afterward, he was surprised to see that Sheppard had been doing more than fiddling.

On the table in front of him were four or five objects, apparently made out of the print-outs, and when he threw one of them, it sailed the length of the room and out the door.

“What are those?” Ronon asked, trying not to sound as curious as he felt. It was a frivolous question.

“Oh, these?” Sheppard said, sending another of them across the table and crashing into the wall. “Just paper airplanes. Used to make them all the time when I was a kid.” Airplanes were like puddle jumpers, someone had explained to Ronon, but the things Sheppard had made didn’t look anything like the boxy puddle jumpers. “You didn’t make anything similar when you were a kid?”

“My cousin taught me how to make things out of drellas,” Ronon offered, but that hadn’t really been the same thing.

“‘Drellas’?” Sheppard asked, making a face as if the word tasted funny.

“Long thin tubes made out of a stretchy material—you’d blow into them and they’d puff up. Once you tied the end off, you could twist them into shapes and they’d stay that way, if you did it right.”

“Oh—balloons,” Sheppard said, confusion gone. “Cool.” He threw one of the remaining paper airplanes at Ronon, who caught it. The material wrinkled around his fingers, and he smoothed it out as best he could. “I could show you how make these some time, if you’d like.”

“Okay,” Ronon said, but didn’t give the paper airplane back.


Later, after the Daedalus had come and gone and come and gone again, a package appeared in the hallway outside Ronon’s room. Inside were handfuls of brightly-colored drellas—not exactly the same as the ones from his childhood, but close enough.
*Giggle, snort* Silly Rodney. That was great.

And, awww, the Ronon snippet was cute.
The Rodney one came to me as I was lying in bed, trying to go to sleep. So then I had to get up and write it down. This sort of thing happens to me a lot more frequently than I'd like.

But at least I got a ficlet out of it.
I can imagine Ronon doing balloon animals at birthday parties.

Liked the Rodney snippet.
I was brushing my teeth, not thinking about anything in particular, when my brain suddenly said (in effect), "Hello - Ronon makes balloon art."

And I said, "Brain, clearly you have cracked under all the pressure of Lobachevski and Marx."

But I wrote it down anyway.
Bravo! I LOVE the balloon art idea. I have this mental image of him tying balloon animals during staff meeting. *giggle*

The Rodney ficlet was very cute. Silly Rodney.
I have this mental image of him tying balloon animals during staff meeting.

And the meeting would just sort of drift to a halt around him as everyone slowly realized what exactly he was doing, because - Ronon. Making balloon art.

^_^
Ronon! I can see him making balloon/drella animals for refugee children now...
Definitely. And for the Athosian kids. He's surprisingly good at keeping tired, cranky, freaked-out kids quiet while their parents meet with Elizabeth to figure out what the heck they're going to do now.
The Ronon one made me so happy! Paper airplanes, and John getting Ronon balloons - I'm all sniffly.
Oh, good. Well, not necessarily the sniffly bit, but I'm glad it made you happy.

Your icon is pretty awesome, btw.
ROFL! Okay, the mental image of Ronon with a red clown nose and making balloon animals just sent me over the edge. LOL!
's good to be in free-fall every now and then, innit?

*listens to the air go wooshing past*

Yup.
These are lovely! I can just picture both John and Rodney's expressions in the first one, and the second is adorable.
^^ Oh, cool, with the balloons! That makes me inordinately happy....
And Rodney--so very perfect! ^^
I'm not sure why balloons, but that's what Ronon insisted on. The thought always makes me smile, so I'm glad others have the same reaction.
Wonder if I could make a paper plane when we have to go to our retreat in Novemeber. Now Phillip Island is exciting if a bit far to travel but if it's like the last retreat and we are in a room with no windows and discussing Vision Matrixs and Mission statements...Shoot me now!
Going to read the balloon animals story now :D
Mission statements are awful. Sounds like paper airplanes and origami might be your only hope of survival! ...Or doodling unobtrusively in lieu of taking notes.