Stargate Atlantis- The Musical
Celestial Delinquent
Rated- K (for Kooky...)
Synopsis- (OneShot) I think the title says it all...
Note- I can't even pretend to know where this came from. The hour was late and I should have gone to bed...instead I wrote this. Time will tell if I made the right decision. =P
Post Script- The narrator is female. The italics denote singing...I think your imagination can do the rest. Please drop me a line...I'd love to know what you think. Enjoy!
Act I
Narrator:
The forest was quiet and all was still.
The path to the gate was muddy and uphill.
Yet our three heroes press forward with iron will.
"Did you guys hear that?" Sheppard suddenly asked as his boot sloshed in a puddle of mud.
"You mean the annoying buzz of these stupid insects that keep flying in my ears?" McKay remarked.
"No."
"Then no."
With a shrug Sheppard pulled his foot out of the muck with a grimace. Shaking his leg for a moment to fling the giant wads of mud from his shoe he continued in step with McKay and Ronon. This trip had proved to be extremely useless.
"Why am I here?" McKay suddenly started to complain, "I mean seriously, why am I here?"
Ronon and Sheppard both ignored him.
McKay:
This place is hot and clammy,
Yet you're all fine and dandy,
My feet are getting weary,
My stomach isn't cheery,
My pack is growing heavy...
"Can I knock him over the head?" Ronon suddenly interrupted.
"Please..." Sheppard joked.
Luckily the gate was just around the bend, as the path trailed through the thick foliage up ahead. Through the thick trees and they'd be there. Just then Sheppard caught sight of something that would make this useless trip a bit more difficult.
Sheppard (in a whisper):
Shhh...whisper now and do duck down,
My news to tell may draw a frown,
The Wraith draw near...
Ronon:
Can't I just shoot them...
McKay:
Don't you mean alert them...
Sheppard (in a whisper):
Shhh...the two of you don't make a noise,
Together now lets keep our poise,
(Suddenly he shot up with his arms held open before he belted out.)
Because the--Wraith--are--here!
With the final note the party of Wraith suddenly turned around, eyes trained on Sheppard.
"Oops..." he mumbled as he darted back down.
Ronon and McKay glared at him as he crouched beside them.
"What? You'd have done the same...it was climatic number..." Sheppard stated as he turned his attention to the enemy ahead.
The Wraith passed each other glances before they slowly stepped into a chorus line. Marching forward four steps they came to a stop, straight as boards.
Wraith (in unison):
(They all hold out jazz hands.)
The Wraith are here,
What do you do?
Come here, closer,
Let us feed on you...
Letting their hands drop to their sides they all stood completely still. Slowly the group of three marched forward again before they came to a stop.
Wraith (in unison):
(They all hold out jazz hands.)
The Wraith are here,
What do you do?
Stand there, fearful,
We will come to you...
"Well screw that..." Sheppard remarked as he opened fire.
As one of them was littered with bullets the remaining Wraith quickly dispersed ducking for cover.
"So now it's okay to shoot?" Ronon asked, annoyed, as he started to move through the trees to hunt down the remaining Wraith.
Narrator:
The situation I fear has grown dire.
The forest is now riddled with gunfire.
The lives of our heroes hang by a wire.