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scribblinlenore ([personal profile] scribblinlenore) wrote2006-12-10 03:47 pm
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Holiday Fluff Advent Style: Day Seventeen (SGA)

Day Seventeen: Dance of the Royally Screwed Space Explorers, SGA, Gen



Dance of the Royally Screwed Space Explorers
by Lenore

The last strains of "Waltz of the Snowflakes" died away, and Lorne and a dozen Marines came hurrying off the makeshift stage, shame-faced and breathless, their costumes of converted bed sheets flapping around them.

Lorne said apologetically, "I think she's ready for your pas de deux with Dr. McKay, sir."

John tapped his earpiece. "Carson."

"I'm working as fast as I can! You'll just have to keep stalling her."

John let out his breath.

"Oh, like you have any right to complain," Rodney snapped. "At least, you're not the girl in this story."

John shrugged. "We got cast in the starring roles, and you lost the coin toss." He grinned. "And, hey, you make a lovely Clara."

Rodney narrowed his eyes, as if calculating ways he could kill John if the threat of immediate annihilation hanging over them didn't actually pan out.

Truth be told, Rodney didn't look the least bit feminine in his Clara get-up, an old nightgown donated by one of the more big-boned Athosian women, showing off his hairy legs, and a surprisingly girly pair of white bedroom slippers, size twelve, that came from one of the more testosterone-hopped Marines.

"This is not exactly fun for me either, you know." John waved his hand at his own ridiculous attire, extra-long T-shirt and the tights offered up by Dr. Ameda, the galaxy's tallest female exo-biologist.

Rodney tilted his head, giving John the once-over. "That outfit does show off your chicken legs to less than their best effect."

"Hey!" John scowled.

Before their bickering could escalate, a sharp, impatient clap of the hands rang out in the mess hall. "Where's my next scene? Or should I skip right to the big finale?"

John peeked out from behind the bedspread that served as their stage curtain, and Elizabeth was sitting there attentively, a big, crazy smile plastered on her face as she toyed with the remote control that would destroy Atlantis and all of them with the press of a button.

Letting Elizabeth go off world tended to be a recipe for disaster, and this recent diplomatic mission, to a perfectly peaceful agrarian people with a perfectly aboveboard interest in trading, had culminated in Elizabeth apparently coming into contact with some kind of spore which emitted some kind of behavior-altering neurotoxin. So far, Carson hadn't been able to pin it down any more specifically than that. Elizabeth's symptoms had first manifested when she made a big fuss at dinner because her meal didn't have enough pretty colors in it, and she'd gone progressively farther off the rails since then, managing somehow to rig Altantis' self-destruct mechanism so she alone could authorize it. She'd locked down the stargate and kept threatening to vaporize them all if they didn't, "Dance for me! I want to see you dance!"

It was just their luck she'd gone to see The Nutcracker every year at the holidays since she was a little girl.

John let the curtain go and looked back at Rodney. "You ready?"

"No!" Rodney's face was turning red.

"Buck up, McKay. We're all taking one for the team."

Ronon was still trying to figure out how he was going to fit under Teyla's skirt, so they could do the "Mother Gigone and the Tumblers" bit, and anytime anyone suggested that maybe someone smaller would fit the role better, he gave them a menacing look that seemed to imply, "You go anywhere near what's under her dress, and I'll snap you like a twig."

"Do you have any idea what we're supposed to do out there?" Rodney asked in a put-upon tone.

"Just," John waved his hand, "run around on your tiptoes, and I'll run after you."

Rodney sighed heavily. "Fine. But we never speak of this again."

"I'm sure the entire base will want in on that deal." He took a big breath and held out his hand. "Okay. Let's get this over with."

Rodney took his hand and held on a little too tightly, and they danced like their lives depended on it, and Elizabeth applauded wildly and told them she'd never seen more beautiful dancers, as if she hadn't just lost her senses, but all claim to good taste, as well.

Later, Carson would come sneaking in with a syringe full of antidote, and Elizabeth would be rushed to the infirmary, and Ronon would be spared the indignity of huddling underneath Teyla's skirt to protect her virtue, and they would all look to one another in a silent, solemn vow that they would never, ever listen to Tchaikovsky again.

But that was later. For now, they danced.

yee hee hee HEE ho oh hoo boy.

[identity profile] kormantic.livejournal.com 2006-12-10 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"Just," John waved his hand, "run around on your tiptoes, and I'll run after you."

Rodney sighed heavily. "Fine. But we never speak of this again."


This was SO freakin' hilarious.

Re: yee hee hee HEE ho oh hoo boy.

[identity profile] scribblinlenore.livejournal.com 2006-12-12 10:17 pm (UTC)(link)
I honestly would love to see Elizabeth go all despot on them sometime. *g*

[identity profile] anitac588.livejournal.com 2006-12-10 09:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Just," John waved his hand, "Run around on tiptoes, and I'll run after you." LMAO!!!
Oh, dear god, now I have image of Rodney trying to go all ballerina and John fluttering after him.
Thank you.
Scars are deep, but worthy.

[identity profile] scribblinlenore.livejournal.com 2006-12-12 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)
LOL! What are friends for, Anita, if not to leave indelible ballet-related scars?

[identity profile] lovelokest.livejournal.com 2006-12-10 09:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Hee! :D

Now *that* is a version of the Nutcracker I would like to see!

[identity profile] scribblinlenore.livejournal.com 2006-12-12 10:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Don't you think Rodney would make the best (and by best, of course, I mean the most hilarious) ballerina ever????
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[personal profile] wolfshark 2006-12-10 09:40 pm (UTC)(link)
*dies laughing*

[identity profile] scribblinlenore.livejournal.com 2006-12-12 10:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Holidays can get rough in the Pegasus galaxy! *g*
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[personal profile] kyanoswolf 2006-12-10 09:48 pm (UTC)(link)
...they would all look to one another in a silent, solemn vow that they would never, ever listen to Tchaikovsky again.

*snickers madly*

[identity profile] scribblinlenore.livejournal.com 2006-12-12 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
It's all hip hop for Atlantis from now on! *g*

[identity profile] raincitygirl.livejournal.com 2006-12-10 09:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Bwahahaha!!!!

[identity profile] scribblinlenore.livejournal.com 2006-12-12 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
I have the feeling that ballet is now officially outlawed in Atlantis. *g*

[identity profile] mixed-reviews.livejournal.com 2006-12-10 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
I was worried when I saw the 'gen' part of the summary, but this was amazing! I laughed way too loud, and personally, I'm holding the belief that Elizabeth became infected with pink kryptonite, turning her into a despot Lana. Thanks for a great fic!

[identity profile] scribblinlenore.livejournal.com 2006-12-12 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Hee. Well, it's only gen in the sense that I didn't write the part where John takes Rodney back to his room after the ordeal is over and they perfect their pas de deux. :)

Glad you iked this!
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[identity profile] yavannauk.livejournal.com 2006-12-10 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Bwahahahaha!!! Oh, the mental pictures...

[identity profile] scribblinlenore.livejournal.com 2006-12-12 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Do you hate me for it?? *g*
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[identity profile] in-interval.livejournal.com 2006-12-10 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
I can totally believe that seeing the Nutcracker too many times would lead to this kind of dementia even without the mind-altering spores. I notice that quite a few of them knew it well enough to fake the dancing. Evil. (And of course I was cracking up all the way through - those must have been a really wide skirt on Teyla.) Loved it!
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[identity profile] in-interval.livejournal.com 2006-12-10 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Ack - please mentally replace 'those' with 'that' in the second to last sentence. I stink at editing on the fly.

[identity profile] krisdia.livejournal.com 2006-12-11 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Just," John waved his hand, "run around on your tiptoes, and I'll run after you."

Rodney sighed heavily. "Fine. But we never speak of this again."

"I'm sure the entire base will want in on that deal."


Hahaha!! I am dying picturing this, and really probably having way too much fun with the image *gleeful* Also, I love the idea of Elizabeth complaining about the lack of pretty colors in her food.

[identity profile] scribblinlenore.livejournal.com 2006-12-12 10:26 pm (UTC)(link)
I am truly hoping for the episode where Elizabeth is turned into a despot by some alien something. I really think that would be the funniest thing ever.

Um...it's possible I'm depraved.

[identity profile] toomuchplor.livejournal.com 2006-12-11 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
I now need to see this happen. *nods*

[identity profile] scribblinlenore.livejournal.com 2006-12-12 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Wouldn't Rodney be the funniest ballerina ever????
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[identity profile] beeej.livejournal.com 2006-12-11 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
*giggles madly*

[identity profile] scribblinlenore.livejournal.com 2006-12-12 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Just what I was hoping for! :)

[identity profile] gothphyle.livejournal.com 2006-12-11 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
I second the comment that they all seem to know a suspicious lot about how the dance should go... *snicker*

[identity profile] scribblinlenore.livejournal.com 2006-12-12 10:30 pm (UTC)(link)
They'll never admit now that they were ever secret fans! *g*

[identity profile] jaebi-lit.livejournal.com 2006-12-11 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
That was so hilarious! I love the idea of Elizabeth as demented queen of Atlantis, and I could totally see her as wanting a little bit of her earthside Christmas traditions on Atlantis.

[identity profile] scribblinlenore.livejournal.com 2006-12-12 10:31 pm (UTC)(link)
I would SO love to see some alien something turn Elizabeth temporarily into a despot. I just think it would be the funniest thing ever. *g*
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[personal profile] abbylee 2006-12-11 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
Heeeeeeeeee.

Those Lanteans are so silly!

[identity profile] scribblinlenore.livejournal.com 2006-12-12 10:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Are they ever! *g*

[identity profile] luthien.livejournal.com 2006-12-11 06:00 am (UTC)(link)
*giggle* I can honestly say that whatever I was expecting when I clicked on the cut tag, it wasn't that. Oh, god. Poor boys. *starts laughing again* Thanks. :-)

[identity profile] scribblinlenore.livejournal.com 2006-12-12 10:32 pm (UTC)(link)
So glad it made you laugh, doll! :)

[identity profile] melagan.livejournal.com 2006-12-11 02:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Crazy loopy Elizabeth and ..

The vision of them running around on tiptoes....

my sides hurt from laughing. Thank you

[identity profile] scribblinlenore.livejournal.com 2006-12-12 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Hee. I'm glad it made you laugh! :)

[identity profile] bibliotech.livejournal.com 2006-12-11 10:49 pm (UTC)(link)
...oh my god, you are my hero.

[identity profile] scribblinlenore.livejournal.com 2006-12-12 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Hee. Some people would be afraid to put Rodney in a makeshift tutu, but not me! *puffs up with pride*
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[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/tesserae_/ 2006-12-12 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, priceless! I shall treasure these images forever!

[identity profile] scribblinlenore.livejournal.com 2006-12-12 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Hee. Glad it amused you! :)

[identity profile] speckleberry.livejournal.com 2006-12-12 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
I really should Not have read this at work!

I keep getting asked what i'm laughing at and i have to say..."hmm...email joke..."

This was fantastic. Definately a version of the Nutcracker i would pay to see! and Elizabeth and her threats to blow up Atlantis, and her dinner not having enough pretty colours in it! Fantastic story! I loved it!

[identity profile] scribblinlenore.livejournal.com 2006-12-12 10:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah, this pleased me so! Um, well, not the part where you almost got busted at work. But I'm glad it made you laugh! :)

[identity profile] serialkarma.livejournal.com 2006-12-12 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
and they would all look to one another in a silent, solemn vow that they would never, ever listen to Tchaikovsky again.

don't tell anyone, but I think I actually *chortled* at this. So funny!

[identity profile] scribblinlenore.livejournal.com 2006-12-12 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Your secret is safe with me! *g*

[identity profile] emma-in-oz.livejournal.com 2006-12-12 10:16 am (UTC)(link)
That's hysterical!

[identity profile] scribblinlenore.livejournal.com 2006-12-12 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)
So glad you thought so! :)

[identity profile] justabi.livejournal.com 2006-12-14 06:57 am (UTC)(link)
Ronon would be spared the indignity of huddling underneath Teyla's skirt to protect her virtue

*cackles madly* Oh my god. I ... love Elizabeth. *giggles*

[identity profile] scribblinlenore.livejournal.com 2006-12-30 10:25 pm (UTC)(link)
LOL! I'm very, very pleased this made you cackle, doll. :)

[identity profile] ellex42.livejournal.com 2006-12-15 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
solemn vow that they would never, ever listen to Tchaikovsky again.

Yes, please! If I never hear (or see) the Nutcracker again it will be too soon!

I love the mental image of John and Rodney tippy-toeing about, pretending to dance, and Elizabeth exhorting them to continue. And thank you for knowing that the lead character is Clara (not Marie, as I so often hear).

[identity profile] scribblinlenore.livejournal.com 2006-12-30 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Glad you liked this! I myself was once in a fourth grade class production of the Nutcracker, and there was much tippy-toeing about. *g*

[identity profile] whimsicalwhims.livejournal.com 2006-12-18 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
OMG, this is so funny.

"Just," John waved his hand, "run around on your tiptoes, and I'll run after you."

Ha! My poor brain is getting the visual of this...

[identity profile] scribblinlenore.livejournal.com 2006-12-30 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
LOL! I feel sure that's John's honest take on ballet.