Originally posted by Southern Red
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We have a huge presence in any of those fan awards type things. There are definitely some great Sparky writers and artists.
And I'm going back a day to do my prompt fic on Watermelon. They seem to get longer and longer but I doubt anyone minds. This one is a bit crackish.
John Sheppard stopped suddenly just as he stepped through the stargate and his team piled up behind him like cars on a foggy road.
“What the...?” Rodney shouted in John's ear as he crashed into his back.
Teyla managed not to fall down by grabbing the back of Rodney's tac vest and holding on while Ronon just reached around all three of them and smacked John on the head.
As they sorted themselves out, John was gesturing broadly and grinning from ear to ear. Stretching in front of them as far as the eye could see was a vast field containing copious numbers of very large round objects nestled among lush green vines.
Realizing what they was seeing at the same time, John and Rodney shouted in unison, “Watermelons!”
Exchanging a puzzled look, Teyla and Ronon stepped forward to better see what had gotten their two team members so excited.
“What are watermelons?” Ronon wondered.
“Just the sweetest most luscious fruit in the entire world...well on Earth anyway.” John said in a hushed voice as he joined Rodney in caressing one of the large globes.
“Huh, the coloring is different,” Rodney observed as he thumped one of the pink and green striped melons vigorously. “And they're rounder.”
“Yeah,” John observed, bending to gently tap his fist against a particularly big one. “They look kind of...”
“Preppy,” Rodney offered and John nodded.
Teyla chose a melon and tried her own bit of first thumping and then tapping but not sure what to expect, she straightened and looked around for a further signal from the others.
Seeing her confusion, Rodney helpfully explained, “See, you thump them to see if they're ripe. If it sounds hollow, then you're good.”
“Or you can tap them like so.” John was happy to demonstrate but Teyla still looked confused.
“I wonder if they're ripe and red inside like on Earth.” Rodney licked his lips at the thought and John did likewise.
“That's easy to find out.” Ronon was tired of the indecision so he walked over to the nearest melon and pounded it with his fist. Juicy bits of ruby red fruit flew in all directions as the big man's arm disappeared up to the elbow inside the giant object.
“I'd say that's a yes,” Rodney declared happily as he plucked bits of the melon off his shirt and popped them into his mouth.
“Rodney!” John yelled as he barely resisted copying his teammate. “You don't know if that's safe to eat.”
“You mean like 'put it down you don't know where it's been',” Rodney snickered and licked the juice off his lips.
Ronon, meanwhile was busily pulling out handfuls of the red heart of the melon and eating his fill. “Good!” he exclaimed and offered a dripping fistful to Teyla who politely declined.
“Perhaps,” Teyla said in a calm manner, trying not to sigh. “We can find the owners of these 'water melons' and attempt to make a trade.”
“Sounds like a plan.” John straightened and looked down the path that stretched through the field. “Let's go check it out.”
Several hours later, John gently placed his rather heavy burden on the ground and tapped his radio while Teyla dialed the gate.
“Sheppard to Atlantis, please come in.”
“Go ahead Sir.” Chuck the technician's voice filled his ear.
“Sergeant, is Dr. Weir around?”
“Yes Colonel.”
John smiled at the formal address and bent to once again pick up his prize. “Elizabeth, get someone to put some tables out on the balcony. We're heading back and we've got...”
“Watermelons!” Rodney interrupted unable to contain his excitement. “We've got huge giant sweet watermelons to die for!”
“Rodney,” John regretted that his hands weren't free but contented himself with giving the scientist a not so gentle kick in the shins. “I wanted to tell her.”
“Ow!” Rodney hopped on one foot but managed not to drop his own burden of two completely round watermelons the size of beach balls. “You were going too slow. Now let's get home.”
“Did you say watermelons?” Elizabeth sound as confused as Teyla had earlier.
“You heard right,” John replied, “Get ready, we're heading home.”
When the team stepped through the gate everyone in the Atlantis gateroom took a jaw-dropping moment to adjust to what they were seeing. Sheppard's team, each burdened with more than they should have been able to carry of what looked like the biggest pink and green striped watermelons anyone had ever seen. A line of people followed them onto the balcony where several Marines were hastily setting up folding tables on which the team gently placed the objects they were carrying. Rodney's two perfectly round melons, Teyla's that almost obscured her vision, John's much larger one that he could barely get his arms around and Ronon's largest of all...a melon of such proportion that those in observance were left wondering how it was ever going to be sliced open. That question was answered when Ronon warned, “Stand back” and drawing his sword, cleanly sliced the melon into two equal halves.
In record time the sword was put to use carving up the rest of the melons in large pieces so that the Marine could use their knives to cut more serviceable slices.
As everyone gathered and the only sounds were moans of enjoyment and slurps of happiness, Elizabeth sidled up to John. “I can assume you traded for these.”
He grinned at her and rocked back on his heels in pleasure. “We got them for a few ration bars and our MRE's. They grow wild on that planet. The people said take all we want. They are pretty tired of them. Can you imagine?”
Wiping juice from her chin and swallowing a chunk of the delicious fruit, Elizabeth nodded in agreement. “And I'm sure you thought to ask about unusual reactions and possible allergies.”
John winced before nodding confidently. “Come on, Elizabeth, you wound me. Have you ever known me to be that reckless?”
Choosing to ignore the comment, Elizabeth pushed her reservations aside. “Well, they are downright sinful.”
“Speaking of which,” John stepped closer and whispered so only she could hear. “Maybe we can snag a few slices for later. Hate for all that sweet juice to go to waste.”
And I'm going back a day to do my prompt fic on Watermelon. They seem to get longer and longer but I doubt anyone minds. This one is a bit crackish.
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Watermelon!
John Sheppard stopped suddenly just as he stepped through the stargate and his team piled up behind him like cars on a foggy road.
“What the...?” Rodney shouted in John's ear as he crashed into his back.
Teyla managed not to fall down by grabbing the back of Rodney's tac vest and holding on while Ronon just reached around all three of them and smacked John on the head.
As they sorted themselves out, John was gesturing broadly and grinning from ear to ear. Stretching in front of them as far as the eye could see was a vast field containing copious numbers of very large round objects nestled among lush green vines.
Realizing what they was seeing at the same time, John and Rodney shouted in unison, “Watermelons!”
Exchanging a puzzled look, Teyla and Ronon stepped forward to better see what had gotten their two team members so excited.
“What are watermelons?” Ronon wondered.
“Just the sweetest most luscious fruit in the entire world...well on Earth anyway.” John said in a hushed voice as he joined Rodney in caressing one of the large globes.
“Huh, the coloring is different,” Rodney observed as he thumped one of the pink and green striped melons vigorously. “And they're rounder.”
“Yeah,” John observed, bending to gently tap his fist against a particularly big one. “They look kind of...”
“Preppy,” Rodney offered and John nodded.
Teyla chose a melon and tried her own bit of first thumping and then tapping but not sure what to expect, she straightened and looked around for a further signal from the others.
Seeing her confusion, Rodney helpfully explained, “See, you thump them to see if they're ripe. If it sounds hollow, then you're good.”
“Or you can tap them like so.” John was happy to demonstrate but Teyla still looked confused.
“I wonder if they're ripe and red inside like on Earth.” Rodney licked his lips at the thought and John did likewise.
“That's easy to find out.” Ronon was tired of the indecision so he walked over to the nearest melon and pounded it with his fist. Juicy bits of ruby red fruit flew in all directions as the big man's arm disappeared up to the elbow inside the giant object.
“I'd say that's a yes,” Rodney declared happily as he plucked bits of the melon off his shirt and popped them into his mouth.
“Rodney!” John yelled as he barely resisted copying his teammate. “You don't know if that's safe to eat.”
“You mean like 'put it down you don't know where it's been',” Rodney snickered and licked the juice off his lips.
Ronon, meanwhile was busily pulling out handfuls of the red heart of the melon and eating his fill. “Good!” he exclaimed and offered a dripping fistful to Teyla who politely declined.
“Perhaps,” Teyla said in a calm manner, trying not to sigh. “We can find the owners of these 'water melons' and attempt to make a trade.”
“Sounds like a plan.” John straightened and looked down the path that stretched through the field. “Let's go check it out.”
****
Several hours later, John gently placed his rather heavy burden on the ground and tapped his radio while Teyla dialed the gate.
“Sheppard to Atlantis, please come in.”
“Go ahead Sir.” Chuck the technician's voice filled his ear.
“Sergeant, is Dr. Weir around?”
“Yes Colonel.”
John smiled at the formal address and bent to once again pick up his prize. “Elizabeth, get someone to put some tables out on the balcony. We're heading back and we've got...”
“Watermelons!” Rodney interrupted unable to contain his excitement. “We've got huge giant sweet watermelons to die for!”
“Rodney,” John regretted that his hands weren't free but contented himself with giving the scientist a not so gentle kick in the shins. “I wanted to tell her.”
“Ow!” Rodney hopped on one foot but managed not to drop his own burden of two completely round watermelons the size of beach balls. “You were going too slow. Now let's get home.”
“Did you say watermelons?” Elizabeth sound as confused as Teyla had earlier.
“You heard right,” John replied, “Get ready, we're heading home.”
When the team stepped through the gate everyone in the Atlantis gateroom took a jaw-dropping moment to adjust to what they were seeing. Sheppard's team, each burdened with more than they should have been able to carry of what looked like the biggest pink and green striped watermelons anyone had ever seen. A line of people followed them onto the balcony where several Marines were hastily setting up folding tables on which the team gently placed the objects they were carrying. Rodney's two perfectly round melons, Teyla's that almost obscured her vision, John's much larger one that he could barely get his arms around and Ronon's largest of all...a melon of such proportion that those in observance were left wondering how it was ever going to be sliced open. That question was answered when Ronon warned, “Stand back” and drawing his sword, cleanly sliced the melon into two equal halves.
In record time the sword was put to use carving up the rest of the melons in large pieces so that the Marine could use their knives to cut more serviceable slices.
As everyone gathered and the only sounds were moans of enjoyment and slurps of happiness, Elizabeth sidled up to John. “I can assume you traded for these.”
He grinned at her and rocked back on his heels in pleasure. “We got them for a few ration bars and our MRE's. They grow wild on that planet. The people said take all we want. They are pretty tired of them. Can you imagine?”
Wiping juice from her chin and swallowing a chunk of the delicious fruit, Elizabeth nodded in agreement. “And I'm sure you thought to ask about unusual reactions and possible allergies.”
John winced before nodding confidently. “Come on, Elizabeth, you wound me. Have you ever known me to be that reckless?”
Choosing to ignore the comment, Elizabeth pushed her reservations aside. “Well, they are downright sinful.”
“Speaking of which,” John stepped closer and whispered so only she could hear. “Maybe we can snag a few slices for later. Hate for all that sweet juice to go to waste.”
Originally posted by Southern Red
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He wants to play with something all right. 
And after all that sticky watermelon juice, I'd say a shower is in order.
And after all that sticky watermelon juice, I'd say a shower is in order.passed out from the suggested visuals on that one
Glad you liked this one too. Sparky and snow really do go good together. 
I very nearly started crying. Thanks for the rec. 
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