Fic: Come Into My Parlor (PG, John/Rodney)

[wickedwords]

Title: Come Into My Parlor
Author: Rachael Sabotini (wickedwords)
Other Info: John/Rodney. 500 words
Summary: There's a cell, John's missing, and Rodney's annoyed.

Both z_rayne and sherrold were able to beta this for me, thanks! Written for the seventh round of atlantis_lvw, the semi-final round. The theme was 'playing games', and we had a 600-word-count limit. In addition, you had to include an explaination of something to a Pegasus native.


Come Into My Parlor

Filtered sunlight washed through the barred windows, warming the room slightly. Rodney lifted his head wearily off of his knees, his arms wrapped around his legs. He guessed that he must have dozed, but the cell across from him was still empty.

Tony, their jailer, must have noticed the movement. "Not long," he said calmly. "Questioner sends everyone home at dawn."

"Brilliant. Beautiful," Rodney muttered, pushing himself up stiffly. "Nice to know that a torturer is concerned with pain/homelife balance."

Tony's forehead furrowed, making him look like Cro-Magnon man. "It's not like that." Vocabulary exhausted, he shrugged, and Rodney could hear the keys on his belt jingle. Once they were back in Atlantis, Rodney was going to spend an afternoon or two learning how to pick rusty locks.

The battered radio crackled on Tony's desk, requesting that that the front door be opened. Two more guards entered, half-dragging John between them. He didn't look too bad, Rodney thought. No visible broken bones or blood, but from the way John's head was lolling around, he was pretty out of it.

They headed for John's cell, but Tony shook his head. "This one," he muttered, opening the door to Rodney's cell.

Rodney stood back as they dropped John off in the middle of the floor and clanged their way out of the building again. The moment that Tony re-locked the cell, Rodney was on the floor, running his hands over John to make sure he was okay.

John blinked wearily up at him. "Rodney. Cool." He pursed his lips. "4733. Is that prime or not prime?"

"Oh dear god." Rodney rubbed his hand over his face. "Radek should never have taught you that game." He patted John on the shoulder. "At least everything else looks in place."

"Not so bad," John agreed, laying his hand on Rodney's knee. "Though my mouth tastes like Swiss cheese." He licked his lips and rolled to his side. "Swiss cheese sounds really good, too." He stood, only a little wobbly, and waved at Tony. "Got any cheese?"

"Nope." Tony hooked his thumbs into his uniform pants. "Got some pretty good fried bread, though."

"With the berry stuff?"

Tony shook his head no. "Just salt."

"Ohh, salt." John made some pornographic noises.

"Get the drugged man some breakfast," Rodney snapped. "Or are you two going to stand around and play parlor games all morning?"

Tony blinked at him. "What's a parlor?"

"It's a room where visitors to your home sit around and are entertained, someplace comfortable and completely unlike this cell. Where you serve them, oh, breakfast."

"I ain't got no parlor. But I got a bunk," Tony said proudly gesturing at the pallet across the room.

"Cool! I have a bunk." John said, smiling. "And Rodney. He has my bunk, too."

"Yes, yes, we all have bunks. But we," Rodney gestured at John and himself, "don't have any breakfast."

Tony lumbered off, while John sank back against Rodney.

"Think he's got any cheese?"

Rodney sighed.

Comments

[kimberlite.livejournal.com]

I enjoyed this. Rodney was so Rodney and what's not to love about Drugged!Sheppard. :)

[wickedwords.livejournal.com]

There is something about a tipsy John that is just adorable. Thanks!

[torakowalski.livejournal.com]

Aww, that's cute. DruggedJohn is one of the best things ever.

[wickedwords.livejournal.com]

I really like them being cute together. Warm, happy fluff is one of my big indulgences. Thanks!

[wickedwords.livejournal.com]

Thanks!

[http://users.livejournal.com/_inbetween_/]

I like Tony, and cheese funny-drugged-ness without sex is cute.

[wickedwords.livejournal.com]

Oh, good! I'm glad you liked it. Thanks!

[thepouncer.livejournal.com]

Poor Rodney, so worried about John! And then having to deal with a lack of breakfast. That's just not right.

[wickedwords.livejournal.com]

I know! They were so mean to him, keeping them in different cells and absconding with John for hours and hours, only to bring him back drugged and with No! Breakfast! on offer...

Unfortunately, I now have this image of Rodney as a very poorly behaved pooh-bear. *g* Thanks!

[springwoof.livejournal.com]

Loved this line: "Nice to know that a torturer is concerned with pain/homelife balance." it's so McKay!

[wickedwords.livejournal.com]

Hee! Thank you.

[seratonation.livejournal.com]

*giggles* Drugged John never gets old. and they are so cute. i love how relaxed rodney is about it all, you know like yeah sure trapped in a cell, (and once he makes sure John is relatively ok) breakfast would be nice. I mean like he's not paniking about anything. yes loved it. :D:D

[wickedwords.livejournal.com]

They have been through this before, and so now, once he knows John is okay, he has his priorities. And food before rescue sounds like a Rodney motto to me. *g* Thanks!

[adafrog.livejournal.com]

lol I love random!Sheppard.

[wickedwords.livejournal.com]

He is so much fun, isn't he? *g* Thanks!

[wickedwords.livejournal.com]

Not weird at all! *g* Thanks!