Badfic Summary Ficathon Challenge Thingy
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svmadelyn Badfic Summary Mini-Ficathon. I got a lovely summary then... didn't write badfic. ;-) But it's John/Rodney, not that I wasn't tempted to make it All About Carson.
Which, for J/R fans, might have made it.. well.
My assignment wasrefracting‘s summary: -- rod ney's a supersmart mage at his magik highschool but everyone's jeualous of how smart he iz! john's a knight-in-training adn iz mysteroiusly drawn 2 rodney's talent. but duz he liek rodney 4 himself or just 4 all his kewl magik! r/r!
Rodney and the Full-Gene Prince
by James
Rated PG
Disclaimer: not mine. No profit.
A/N: plz r/r!
"Only Dumbledore was good enough to keep me out of trouble," Rodney said, glaring at John as though daring him to say one single freaking word.
John blinked. "Dumbledore? I thought you went to high school in Canada?"
Rodney rolled his eyes. "Yes, well, I got transferred because, strangely enough, the books don't talk about magick schools in Canada!" He crossed his arms and continued glaring at John, and Rodney wondered what on god's green floating city on another planet possessed him to tell John anything, much less what he'd dreamt about.
"And I was....?" John asked, though Rodney knew the rat-bastard remembered.
"A knight in training."
"I didn't have magic?" And he pouted, and Rodney wanted to strangle him, because had he missed the point? How could anyone have missed the point?
"Who cares?" Rodney snapped. "You had a little, maybe. You wanted to be a knight and you wanted me to do your homework for you and you kissed me behind the bleachers after Quidditch practise!"
John nodded. "Yeah, I heard you. Why would I be at Hogwarts if I didn't have any magick, though?"
"God! Fine! You had magick! I'll go rewrite my dream, which I already had, and which by the way had no logical sense to it, so you can do magick! Happy?"
John grinned. "I wanna be an animagus."
"Why the hell do I even bother?" Rodney stood up and started to walk away, hesitated when he remembered they were in his lab, and therefore if anyone was going to be leaving it would be John getting kicked out. He spun around and opened his mouth to explain that to John -- who he was not in any way shape or form interested in kissing anymore, so his subconscious could just shut up on the matter and if it wanted to entertain him it could give him more dreams about the Quidditch or even just flying only without the need to remember how to flap his wings because that always distracted him which lead to him falling which wasn't any fun whatsoever to dream about and--
How John had got behind him before he'd turned around without him noticing, Rodney wasn't sure. Why he'd stood there while Rodney babbled inside his own brain, he really wasn't sure. But when John grabbed his jacket and pulled him in, Rodney wanted to tell him that wasn't necessary, he didn't even need to ask, because hello he'd just told John about a dream where they'd been kissing, and John kissed him.
It was a lot like standing behind the bleachers, hoping to god none of the other students saw them and teased him about it after. But it was, Rodney had to admit, a lot better because in his dream, John hadn't brushed his lower lip with his tongue then slipped it inside Rodney's mouth.
The part where he suddenly wasn't wearing pants was pretty accurate, though.
svmadelyn Badfic Summary Mini-Ficathon. I got a lovely summary then... didn't write badfic. ;-) But it's John/Rodney, not that I wasn't tempted to make it All About Carson. Which, for J/R fans, might have made it.. well.
My assignment was
refracting‘s summary: -- rod ney's a supersmart mage at his magik highschool but everyone's jeualous of how smart he iz! john's a knight-in-training adn iz mysteroiusly drawn 2 rodney's talent. but duz he liek rodney 4 himself or just 4 all his kewl magik! r/r!Rodney and the Full-Gene Prince
by James
Rated PG
Disclaimer: not mine. No profit.
A/N: plz r/r!
"Only Dumbledore was good enough to keep me out of trouble," Rodney said, glaring at John as though daring him to say one single freaking word.
John blinked. "Dumbledore? I thought you went to high school in Canada?"
Rodney rolled his eyes. "Yes, well, I got transferred because, strangely enough, the books don't talk about magick schools in Canada!" He crossed his arms and continued glaring at John, and Rodney wondered what on god's green floating city on another planet possessed him to tell John anything, much less what he'd dreamt about.
"And I was....?" John asked, though Rodney knew the rat-bastard remembered.
"A knight in training."
"I didn't have magic?" And he pouted, and Rodney wanted to strangle him, because had he missed the point? How could anyone have missed the point?
"Who cares?" Rodney snapped. "You had a little, maybe. You wanted to be a knight and you wanted me to do your homework for you and you kissed me behind the bleachers after Quidditch practise!"
John nodded. "Yeah, I heard you. Why would I be at Hogwarts if I didn't have any magick, though?"
"God! Fine! You had magick! I'll go rewrite my dream, which I already had, and which by the way had no logical sense to it, so you can do magick! Happy?"
John grinned. "I wanna be an animagus."
"Why the hell do I even bother?" Rodney stood up and started to walk away, hesitated when he remembered they were in his lab, and therefore if anyone was going to be leaving it would be John getting kicked out. He spun around and opened his mouth to explain that to John -- who he was not in any way shape or form interested in kissing anymore, so his subconscious could just shut up on the matter and if it wanted to entertain him it could give him more dreams about the Quidditch or even just flying only without the need to remember how to flap his wings because that always distracted him which lead to him falling which wasn't any fun whatsoever to dream about and--
How John had got behind him before he'd turned around without him noticing, Rodney wasn't sure. Why he'd stood there while Rodney babbled inside his own brain, he really wasn't sure. But when John grabbed his jacket and pulled him in, Rodney wanted to tell him that wasn't necessary, he didn't even need to ask, because hello he'd just told John about a dream where they'd been kissing, and John kissed him.
It was a lot like standing behind the bleachers, hoping to god none of the other students saw them and teased him about it after. But it was, Rodney had to admit, a lot better because in his dream, John hadn't brushed his lower lip with his tongue then slipped it inside Rodney's mouth.
The part where he suddenly wasn't wearing pants was pretty accurate, though.
