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_wwsd_ asked for more of Snarky Ballrom and I opened a notebook, grabbed a pen, and sat down to write and for some reason this came out. It has abso-frikking-lutely nothing to do with Snarky Ballroom, unless your brain is like mine and maybe jumps from dancing to musicals after midnight... or something. Huh. I guess I'll have another go later, but here's the silly unbetaed craziness anyway, just because.
Title: Grease Lightening
Author:starrylizard
Fandom: SGA
Rating: G and Gen
No spoilers of any kind
Sheppard sighed, leaning further back into the pilot’s chair. He had finally started to work on reports, having run out of excuses to put them off, so when Rodney had asked him to help with the jumper repairs – something about it being easier to calibrate with the “ATA-golden boy” at the helm – he’d gone without complaint.
Now, he was happily leaning back in the chair, fidgety and apparently not really all that necessary for the repairs, but he wasn’t yet willing to go back to paperwork.
He tapped his foot, humming under his breath as he watched the scientists at work. Rodney and Radek could both be seen in the aft section of the jumper, surrounded by masses of wiring and crystal, arguing and grumbling at each other, and to Sheppard’s mind it was really as entertaining as anything else he could be doing.
It was when Rodney’s hand landed in a large patch of grease that Sheppard’s mind really began to wander and he finally chuckled out loud.
“Care to share with the rest of the class, Colonel?” Rodney asked. He glared up at Sheppard from his place on the floor, smeared grease marks clearly visible on his face where he’d wiped his cheek.
Sheppard only chuckled some more. “I was just thinking…”
“Ah ha. That must have been terribly stressful for you.” Rodney’s dead-panned, his voice muffled as he stuck his head inside a compartment in the floor to find something.
Sheppard rolled his eyes. “I was thinking about that movie, John Travolta, Grease. It just reminded me of the scene where they are building the car and start singing about…”
“NO, STOP. DON’T SAY IT!” Rodney’s head reappeared, his expression strangely terrified, hand raised as if he could stop John from speaking by sheer force of will.
“…Grease Lightening,” Sheppard finished. He raised an eyebrow at Rodney, grinning mischievously.
“You had to say it, didn’t you?”
And then Zelenka started to sing…
_wwsd_ asked for more of Snarky Ballrom and I opened a notebook, grabbed a pen, and sat down to write and for some reason this came out. It has abso-frikking-lutely nothing to do with Snarky Ballroom, unless your brain is like mine and maybe jumps from dancing to musicals after midnight... or something. Huh. I guess I'll have another go later, but here's the silly unbetaed craziness anyway, just because. Title: Grease Lightening
Author:
starrylizardFandom: SGA
Rating: G and Gen
No spoilers of any kind
Sheppard sighed, leaning further back into the pilot’s chair. He had finally started to work on reports, having run out of excuses to put them off, so when Rodney had asked him to help with the jumper repairs – something about it being easier to calibrate with the “ATA-golden boy” at the helm – he’d gone without complaint.
Now, he was happily leaning back in the chair, fidgety and apparently not really all that necessary for the repairs, but he wasn’t yet willing to go back to paperwork.
He tapped his foot, humming under his breath as he watched the scientists at work. Rodney and Radek could both be seen in the aft section of the jumper, surrounded by masses of wiring and crystal, arguing and grumbling at each other, and to Sheppard’s mind it was really as entertaining as anything else he could be doing.
It was when Rodney’s hand landed in a large patch of grease that Sheppard’s mind really began to wander and he finally chuckled out loud.
“Care to share with the rest of the class, Colonel?” Rodney asked. He glared up at Sheppard from his place on the floor, smeared grease marks clearly visible on his face where he’d wiped his cheek.
Sheppard only chuckled some more. “I was just thinking…”
“Ah ha. That must have been terribly stressful for you.” Rodney’s dead-panned, his voice muffled as he stuck his head inside a compartment in the floor to find something.
Sheppard rolled his eyes. “I was thinking about that movie, John Travolta, Grease. It just reminded me of the scene where they are building the car and start singing about…”
“NO, STOP. DON’T SAY IT!” Rodney’s head reappeared, his expression strangely terrified, hand raised as if he could stop John from speaking by sheer force of will.
“…Grease Lightening,” Sheppard finished. He raised an eyebrow at Rodney, grinning mischievously.
“You had to say it, didn’t you?”
And then Zelenka started to sing…
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