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eretriaWriting the first:
Auburn said to post, so I'm posting. In all its non-beta-read, plot-lite glory.
Just a snippet written after Auburn demanded: Write me Rodney and John introducing Teyla to ice cream, on Atlantis, on Earth, on some planet where they discover the natives make ice cream. Flavors up to you. Bonus points for licking.
In other words: An introduction into alien ice-cream
John and Rodney come back from their scout around the city later than they had given their estimate. Teyla had just been about to hail them to find out what is taking them, but she need not ask now that she sees them.
John is holding something in his hand. Brown and cone-shaped at the bottom, but what catches Teyla's attention and makes her wrinkle her forehead is what is on top. A bright blue ball from which droplets run. She remembers reading about ice-cream cones from when she researched human customs, but has never seen actually seen it before. The Daedalus never brings unpractical things.
"John?"
He beams at her and bounces. "Ice-cream!"
Next to him, Rodney rolls his eyes. "It's obvious."
John's smile falters for a moment, then he turns to her and pushes the blue-brown cone-and-ball thing at her, his grin wide and delighted. "Ice-cream!" The John Sheppard who had gone scouting the city with Rodney had been another. She wonders briefly where Rodney left him.
Teyla stares at the thing in John's hand, watches bright blue droplet run down the side and onto John's fingers.
"I told you to bring a napkin," Rodney mutters darkly.
"John, it is blue," she remarks.
"It's alien smurf-ice-cream," John explains as if that's the most normal thing. The wide smile makes his eyes crinkle at the sides.
Teyla remembers something John had called "freaky cartoons" and takes a step back. "Smurf?"
John's hand sinks down a little.
Rodney snorts, rolls his eyes. "No smurfs were hurt in the making of this ice-cream."
"Teyla, come on," John pleads, holding the ice-cream cone higher again. "We told you about this from pretty much day one and you never got to try. Now you can!" He puts on his most winsome smile. More droplets run over his fingers.
"It is blue, John."
"You like the blue Jell-O in the messhall, don't you?" he asks, his voice now reasonable in a way that makes Teyla uncomfortable. She really has no inclination to-- "come on, you have to try, it's good."
"Shockingly," Rodney adds, "he's right."
Teyla takes the ice-cream from John, if only to stop him looking at her like that. They are in a side-alley, granted, but she does not want to risk their standing with potential trade partners by John looking like … that.
"Well, try!"
Rodney has crossed his arms in front of his chest and looks at her as though she is a critical experiment.
John nods while he licks his fingers clean, one after the other. Teyla sees Rodney's attention waver for a moment.
She lifts the cone, eyes it.
John stops in mid-lick but keeps his middle finger in his mouth, watching her.
Rodney's gaze darts between her and John. His adam's apple bobs as he swallows hard.
Another droplet runs down the cone.
John makes an encouraging sound around the finger still stuck in his mouth.
"It is very blue, John," she says.
He releases the finger with a pop, rolls his eyes. "Will you just--"
Teyla moves quickly. She stuffs the entire scoop of ice-cream into her mouth, not bothering with licking, and chews. The cold explodes against the roof of her mouth, familiar and still as exhilarating as the first time she did that with Major Lorne. "Brain freeze!" she calls out.
John's mouth drops slightly open. Next to him, Rodney catches a clue and begins to laugh so hard he has to lean against a building for support.
Teyla joins him.
fin
Writing the second:
What I completely forgot over being sick: The wifey and me co-wrote again - for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
murron's birthday:
Never second best.
Size: 7732 words
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Slash
Characters: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard
Summary: It turns out fitting the pieces of themselves back together isn't hard at all.
Note: If you read, please read the story notes firs, as this story follows the story Auburn wrote for Surfacing (the McKay/Sheppard Zine), Suffer me not to be seperated. She gives explanations on how "Never Second Best" came into being.
Auburn said to post, so I'm posting. In all its non-beta-read, plot-lite glory.
Just a snippet written after Auburn demanded: Write me Rodney and John introducing Teyla to ice cream, on Atlantis, on Earth, on some planet where they discover the natives make ice cream. Flavors up to you. Bonus points for licking.
In other words: An introduction into alien ice-cream
John and Rodney come back from their scout around the city later than they had given their estimate. Teyla had just been about to hail them to find out what is taking them, but she need not ask now that she sees them.
John is holding something in his hand. Brown and cone-shaped at the bottom, but what catches Teyla's attention and makes her wrinkle her forehead is what is on top. A bright blue ball from which droplets run. She remembers reading about ice-cream cones from when she researched human customs, but has never seen actually seen it before. The Daedalus never brings unpractical things.
"John?"
He beams at her and bounces. "Ice-cream!"
Next to him, Rodney rolls his eyes. "It's obvious."
John's smile falters for a moment, then he turns to her and pushes the blue-brown cone-and-ball thing at her, his grin wide and delighted. "Ice-cream!" The John Sheppard who had gone scouting the city with Rodney had been another. She wonders briefly where Rodney left him.
Teyla stares at the thing in John's hand, watches bright blue droplet run down the side and onto John's fingers.
"I told you to bring a napkin," Rodney mutters darkly.
"John, it is blue," she remarks.
"It's alien smurf-ice-cream," John explains as if that's the most normal thing. The wide smile makes his eyes crinkle at the sides.
Teyla remembers something John had called "freaky cartoons" and takes a step back. "Smurf?"
John's hand sinks down a little.
Rodney snorts, rolls his eyes. "No smurfs were hurt in the making of this ice-cream."
"Teyla, come on," John pleads, holding the ice-cream cone higher again. "We told you about this from pretty much day one and you never got to try. Now you can!" He puts on his most winsome smile. More droplets run over his fingers.
"It is blue, John."
"You like the blue Jell-O in the messhall, don't you?" he asks, his voice now reasonable in a way that makes Teyla uncomfortable. She really has no inclination to-- "come on, you have to try, it's good."
"Shockingly," Rodney adds, "he's right."
Teyla takes the ice-cream from John, if only to stop him looking at her like that. They are in a side-alley, granted, but she does not want to risk their standing with potential trade partners by John looking like … that.
"Well, try!"
Rodney has crossed his arms in front of his chest and looks at her as though she is a critical experiment.
John nods while he licks his fingers clean, one after the other. Teyla sees Rodney's attention waver for a moment.
She lifts the cone, eyes it.
John stops in mid-lick but keeps his middle finger in his mouth, watching her.
Rodney's gaze darts between her and John. His adam's apple bobs as he swallows hard.
Another droplet runs down the cone.
John makes an encouraging sound around the finger still stuck in his mouth.
"It is very blue, John," she says.
He releases the finger with a pop, rolls his eyes. "Will you just--"
Teyla moves quickly. She stuffs the entire scoop of ice-cream into her mouth, not bothering with licking, and chews. The cold explodes against the roof of her mouth, familiar and still as exhilarating as the first time she did that with Major Lorne. "Brain freeze!" she calls out.
John's mouth drops slightly open. Next to him, Rodney catches a clue and begins to laugh so hard he has to lean against a building for support.
Teyla joins him.
fin
Writing the second:
What I completely forgot over being sick: The wifey and me co-wrote again - for
murron's birthday:Never second best.
Size: 7732 words
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Slash
Characters: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard
Summary: It turns out fitting the pieces of themselves back together isn't hard at all.
Note: If you read, please read the story notes firs, as this story follows the story Auburn wrote for Surfacing (the McKay/Sheppard Zine), Suffer me not to be seperated. She gives explanations on how "Never Second Best" came into being.
