Season Two

Episode: Conversion

Characters: Team.

A/N: Oh, it's bad. Bad, bad end. Not betaed.


That was Ronon's idea. John was still jumpy, getting use to the lost of the scales. He almost was himself for a moment, but then, he saw the letters to the Marines dead in the bugs' cave on Lorne's desk, and he drew back. Teyla couldn't look at him in the eyes when he got back his mind, avoided staying in the same room too long. And Rodney didn't know what to say, and he wanted his life back at how it was before. Ronon shared the feeling, and after a short discussion between them, he suggested a Team night.

Because it was his idea, Ronon was in charge of John. He hesitated, but the Satedan didn't let him the time to refuse, marching him to Rodney's room. Rodney lured Teyla with the promise of his secret stash of junk food. Not that it really played in her decision. They always dig in his stock anyways; it's not really worthy bribe.

And for the first hour, things went well. They talked about everything, avoiding smoothly the real subjects, mostly earthling past-times that only two persons in the room thought cool. Really, Sheppard was the one who brought Halloween on the table.

But now he was fixing the wall, and Teyla was glaring to Rodney. Okay, maybe telling him he could be disguised in Spiderman was a bad joke. Too soon.

"Okay, fine, I'm sorry! Stop looking at me like that." He exploded when she raised an eyebrow.

"Spiderman, it's the guy you shown me last week? The one red and blue? With the white stuff?"

At least, the question of Ronon diverted Teyla's glare. But Rodney never could resist to a question.

"Yes, this one, Peter Parker."

"I can see why you'd thought that. But with the brown coat? More this guy from the movie, the one with the robot who whine like you."

"Hey!"

"Just…enough now!"

The smirk of Ronon disappeared rapidly when John hit the table and get up. Teyla seemed ready to use a way which could kick their ass while comforting John. By solidarity with his fair skin, Rodney moved too in front of John, forcing him to look at his eyes instead of the wall.

"That was not fun. I get it. I'm really, really, sorry." He tried the sad eyes that spared him in the Big Living Room Destruction of his childhood, for good measure. But Sheppard still looked hurt, and he didn't try to hide it. Maybe he felt bad now. Fine, he definitely felt bad, and why Ronon didn't have some troubles too?

"I'm going to say it once, Rodney, and only once."

There was a silence; while John made sure he had the attention of Rodney.

"I'm more Han Solo. Or Reed Richards."

…And the bastard dared to laugh!


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