Title: Puppy Love
Author: Christi (firstname.lastname@example.org)
Timeline: Somewhere in the back half of Season 2
Errr…mainly Sparky fluff. I
tried to avoid the inevitable cliché!
Disclaimer: Yeah, yeah. I know. Not mine.
Author’s Note: This is mostly my sister and control_freak80’s fault—as per usual. See, my sister and I started this thing where when John is happy, we start chanting “happy puppy, happy puppy” because it totally looks like he’s about to start panting and wagging his tail. Of course, I told control_freak80 and she DEMANDED Johnasapuppy fic. So you see, it’s NOT MY FAULT.
always, kate98 and control_freak80 are wonderful. Also,
getting involved with the Stargate program,
However, she did have to admit that occasionally it was nice to know that there were some consistencies in life, facts that you could count on to always be true. Like the fact that the sight of muscular, rough-and-tumble Ronon carefully carrying a tiny, squirming puppy down the halls of Atlantis really was as incongruous as one might think.
not to laugh at the sight,
answer right away. When
shifted his feet and se
had been their assignment, after all, now that power had finally been
restored to the furthest reaches of the city post-Wraith attack. “I r
Sheppard was taking point, and walked into a room and…” At this point, he se
As she bent closer, the puppy strained against Ronon’s grip and placed a big, happy lick on her cheek, followed by a delighted yipping bark.
What was that she been saying about nothing taking her by surprise again?
news,” Zelenka said while ruffling John the puppy’s
fur and making what
“As always, Professor Glass Half Full, you’re missing the point,” Rodney retorted. “We don’t know how long ‘not permanent’ is! And besides that, we don’t know if there’s something we have to do to switch him back!”
that they had only been working on the probl
Now fully in a snit, Rodney rolled his eyes. “We’ve started to, but you know how much information the database contains! We’ve been sorting through it since we got here and still haven’t managed to make a dent. It’s not like we can just google the information we need and discard the rest, you know!”
“I am aware of that, Rodney.” Though, now that she thought about it, that really would be a handy feature. Maybe….
She shook her head, looking over to where John the puppy was playing, now happily chasing his own tail. This was hardly the time to get distracted. “What can you do?”
“We’re going to try and send a MALP into that room in order to get images of any writing that might be engraved in the area. We are fairly confident that it will only turn animate things into dogs," Radek said.
reason that the Ancients would have wanted to turn people into dogs in the
first place still se
pairs of eyes slid down to rest on the little critter. Finally, McKay shrugged
and gave John’s tail a solid pull, se
Obviously, McKay was a cat person.
John the puppy se
This is how Dr. Elizabeth Weir ended up walking her military commander on a makeshift leash around the balconies of Atlantis while he searched for a good place to…relieve himself.
“You know, John,” she said thoughtfully as he inspected a spot thoroughly, “I realize that this command is all about teamwork, but I really think that this might be stretching it a little far.”
As though he sensed that she was speaking to him, hazel eyes looked up and yipped in response before scrambling over to a potted plant and waiting, almost as though he was asking for permission.
“Actually, that’s a good idea,” she affirmed. Somehow, she thought it might be easier to look John in the eye after all this was over if she didn’t have to clean up after him.
lifted a leg,
presented another challenge. It wasn’t like anyone had thought to bring kibble
along to the Pegasus galaxy, so
settling on something not quite like roast beef, she was then faced with
seating issues. Common sense dictated that John stay on the floor. The probl
She could have leashed him, but when she had tried to keep him on it after their walk, he had just wiggled out.
only logical solution had John sitting securely and happily in
seventh or eighth att
As the art of sarcasm is lost on dogs, John proceeded to quite happily.
dinner all hope of getting more work done had to be abandoned, as John se
She had managed to get a few reports read in the quiet of her quarters, making the mistake of thinking that John had run himself ragged the last few hours.
When she pulled out of her administrative haze, one of her shoes was tattered beyond all repair, and its mate was close to following suit.
With a sigh, she picked him up and held him at arm’s length. “I didn’t really think you could be more trouble as a dog,” she said forlornly. “Obviously, I underestimated your powers of destruction.”
John, as a response, wagged his tail. This, of course, made it impossible to stay mad at him—as it turned out, John in any incarnation had an adorable tail.
climbed between the sheets, watching him get settled,
None of those scenarios, however, involved having to worry about whether or not John would piddle on the sheets.
Normally a morning person, Elizabeth awoke uncommonly slowly the next morning, opening her eyes to see a mess of brown…hair.
Real, human hair.
As she blinked and John’s slightly amused face came into focus, she smiled. “How very Frog Prince of you.”
He frowned. “What?”
“Never mind. Good to see you. Everything back to normal?”
“Ten fingers, ten toes, absolutely no desire to bark,” he reported proudly, eyes scanning her bed-rumpled figure. “Now, pant, on the other hand….”
cheesy line confirmed that yes, he was definitely back
to normal. Giving in to the urge to ruffle his hair,
John caught her hand and pulled her closer. “Not joking.”
When he kissed her, she reflected that this was much closer to all those lovely daydreams and proceeded to enjoy it thoroughly. Still, when he pulled away to catch his breath, she couldn’t stop her nose from wrinkling a bit.
who’s talking, Princess,” he retorted. In retaliation,
midst of laughter, John rolled onto his back, pulling her on top of him. Looking
down at him with some measure of amus
He pulled her closer. “That’s the wrong fairytale.”