I couldn't resist - I love the idea of a fic like this... its just quite pretty and beautiful.
It's more a thing for me to write than something for others to read... but I know there are others out there who don't mind reading a little fluff every now and then. :)
FOLK MAGIC
Early one morning, just as the sun was rising,
I heard a maid sing in the valley below,
"Oh don't deceive me, Oh never leave me,
How could you use a poor maiden so?"
Teyla paused in the hallway outside Dr McKay's lab.
Remember the vows that you made to me truly,
Remember how tenderly you nestled close to me,
Gay is the garland. Fresh are the roses,
I've culled from the garden to bind over thee.
The soft voice drifted out of the lab and echoed melodically through the empty hall.
Here I now wander alone as I wonder,
Why did you leave me to sigh and complain?
I ask of the roses, why should I be forsaken?
Why must I here in sorrow remain?
She peered into the dimly lit lab, and was thoroughly surprised by what she saw. Instead of the scientist singing to himself as he worked, as she assumed he had been doing, there was another person in the room with him. They were sitting close together, hands touching on the table.
Through yonder grove, by the spring that is running,
There you and I have so merrily played,
Kissing and courting and gently sporting,
Oh, my innocent heart you've betrayed.
The other person with him leaned closer, head resting upon his shoulder, and seemed to be murmuring the song along with his strong and clear voice.
How could you slight so a pretty girl who loves you,
A pretty girl who loves you so dearly and warm?
Though love's folly is surely but a fancy,
Still is should prove to me sweeter than your scorn.
The second voice cut in overtop of McKay's, it was sweet, low, and definitely feminine.
Soon you will meet with another pretty maiden,
Some pretty maiden, you'll court her for a while;
Thus ever raging, turning and changing,
Always seeking for a girl that is new.
There was a small chuckle from the duo, before they continued singing together in one voice the remaining verse of the song. Tayla stood transfixed by the beauty of their song and the magic of their togetherness.
Thus sang the maiden, her sorrows bewailing,
Thus sang the poor maid in the valley below.
"Oh don't deceive me, Oh never leave me,
How could you use a poor maiden so?"
The magic, ignited by their passion, alit the room with sparkles and golden shine as they pressed foreheads together and kissed softly, and without uncertainty. His hands on her face, hers on his shoulders, they melted into a tender embrace.
To Teyla the room seemed to crackle with the magic of love and their song danced through the room like the calls of the spirits to young lovers and old beloved.
She finally turned away from what she knew was a private moment and continued on her way to her quarters. The only question that drifted through her mind and nagged at her was the identity of Dr McKay's love.
As she drifted into sleep she found their song to weave itself into her dreams.
Like magic.
Awwwwwwww!
It's all hearts and cupids, flowers and fluffy little animals.