"Sun Bear"
Sorry to be a bit spam-y today but the woman training me for my new job isn't here till Monday and I basically have nothing to do. I'd feel bad if I went home because I am getting the odd question I can answer which leads to a burst of work for about five minutes every hour or so...
Anyway, a sequel to "Little Bear" had been bubbling in my brain for a while because a surprising number of comments to the story asked for a Zelenka bear.
I... couldn't resist...
Title: Sun Bear
Author: kellifer_fic
Category: Fluffy crackalicious John/Rodney
Rating: PGish... if even.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue. Yadda.
Notes: Sequel to Little Bear
Summary: “Oh no… John!” Rodney wailed, falling to his knees.
“Oh no John, what?” John asked from behind him.
“Oh no… John!” Rodney wailed, falling to his knees.
“Oh no John, what?” John asked from behind him.
Rodney whipped around, spotting John leaning in the doorway behind him and smirking. Rodney launched himself upwards, hugging John fiercly. “Not that I’m complaining, but what’s gotten into you Rodney?”
Rodney wordlessly pointed behind himself at the tiny black bear with an orange starburst on its chest that was making very short work of one of Rodney’s shoes. They both looked up at Miko who was hopping nervously from foot to foot, ringing her hands.
“Tell me that’s not Zelenka,” Rodney sighed, rubbing a hand over his face.
***
“Oh now that’s just wrong,” Rodney huffed, coming into Elizabeth’s office to find the Zelenka bear on his back, legs waving in the air and Elizabeth rubbing his belly while he made tiny gruffing noises. She smiled when she looked up.
“Don’t tell John, but I think Radek makes a cuter bear,” she said, rubbing the top of the bear’s head when he’d tumbled upright at Rodney’s voice. The little bear did a slightly haphazard-looking fall off Elizabeth’s desk onto the nearest chair and then a hop down to the floor, immediately launching himself at Rodney’s shoe and renewing his attack on the laces that had previously been interrupted.
Ronon appeared in the doorway, took one look at the bear at Rodney’s feet, gave out a resigned sigh, and turned on his heel, stalking away.
Rodney turned back to Elizabeth who was looking perplexed.
“He… it’s a whole thing,” Rodney sighed, leaning down to scoop the energetic bundle of fur up at his feet as tiny bear teeth had finally worked their way through shoe and now were just chewing Rodney.
“I hope you don’t mind bear sitting again,” Elizabeth said, her eyes gleaming. “You’re the only one with… experience.”
“You can only abuse me so much, Doctor Weir,” Rodney said sternly, “Before I snap and sink the city.”
Elizabeth chuckled, but the smile fell off her face when Rodney turned and stalked out of her office with a stern look.
He only managed to get to the corner of the corridor beyond before breaking into a grin.
***
“So, considering I’m human, I thought you guys knew how to turn a person back from a bear?” John prompted. The Zelenka bear was sitting on his lap and John had him held upright and had his front paws in hand, waving them side to side and then pretending to do kung fu moves with the appropriate accompanying sounds.
Rodney glared at him. “I didn’t do that to you, have a little respect,” he snapped and John flushed and laid Zelenka bear’s front paws back on his knees, not being able to resist a final little “Keee-yah!” just before.
“And yes, Radek had figured it out, but we had another crisis right on the tail of your little problem and he hadn’t had time to note the procedure and I don’t know… I thought no one would be dumb enough to touch the device again considering all it does is turn people into small bears.”
“Why is he different?” John asked, holding him up and running a thumb over the orange fur on his chest.
“The person might dictate the type of bear. You liked the Antarctic didn’t you? Maybe that’s why you came out polar.”
“What’s Zelenka then?” John asked, waggling the little bear in Rodney’s direction and earning another glare.
“I don’t know. Look it up. Try to convince Ronon at the same time that Radek won’t eat his feet or hands.”
“Why would he think-?”
“Don’t ask.,” Rodney sighed.
***
“Well, it looks the same,” Ronon said, holding the Zelenka bear out at arm’s length with a distrustful look on his face. It had taken John calling him a coward for him to finally relent and take a turn holding the small creature.
That and Cadman holding him first.
John was now in front of the reference terminal in the main research room, scanning pictures and trying to find just what kind of bear they had on their hands. There was a squawk of protest from behind him and he turned around to find that Ronon had set the bear down, who immediately took it upon itself to scale Mount Ronon. Ronon, for his part, was turning madly in a circle, making wild batting gestures at the bear that had scaled up his legs and was now clinging to his back.
John turned back to the terminal and grinned. “They’re tree climbers,” he advised as the bear finally reached Ronon’s shoulders and popped over, allowing Ronon the opportunity to grab it. The Zelenka bear let out a mew of protest as he was pulled forward and dug his claws into Ronon’s shirt.
As a result, both bear and shirt were wrenched free and Ronon let out a growl of frustration.
“Oh yes, really cute,” he grumbled, dumping the bear into John’s lap and trying to grab his shirt back, but Zelenka was having none of it, gripping the shirt in teeth and claws and then managing to get it under his fuzzy butt.
Both man and bear were left glaring at each other, panting harshly.
“That’s my favourite shirt,” Ronon said, his voice almost plaintive.
“Isn’t that your only shirt?” John asked, not being able to suppress the grin that swept across his features as Zelenka bear settled on his lap, the shirt cuddled under his head and letting free a contented sigh.
“I hate bears,” Ronon snapped, stalking away.
John gave the Zelenka bear’s head a rub. “Indonesian Sun Bear huh? Rodney will be pleased that you eat fruit. I’m never going to hear the end of how it’s my fault his room still smells like fish.”
***
“Stop that!” Rodney exclaimed when he got back to his room and saw a black fuzzy shape streak past him to retrieve a bright blue ball, only to contently gnaw on it when he’d caught it while bringing it back to John, who was sitting on the floor with his legs wide and a goofy grin on his face.
“What? He likes it,” John said, retrieving the ball from the bear after a small tussle and setting it rolling across the floor again, Zelenka bear in mad pursuit.
“You’re making Radek play fetch! That’s just… wrong.”
“I’m keeping him entertained. Doctor Enweiss said he would chew when he was bored.”
“But you chewed everything,” Rodney protested, holding up one of his physics books that John had thoroughly torn into when taking a turn as a bear, not really wanting to explain why he kept it when it was ruined. Luckily, John didn’t ask. Instead, he raised an eyebrow.
“Therefore, I must have been a very bored bear.”
“Oh please, I let you swim. I… played with you,” Rodney protested, crossing his arms over his chest and kicking at the blue ball absently when it came to rest at his feet. Zelenka bear, having not mastered the art of correcting direction mid tumbly-run, careened into Rodney’s legs before getting up, shaking it off, and renewing his pursuit.
“Really? Did you, or did you try to hand me off to Teyla?” John accused as Zelenka bear finally seemed to have had enough as instead of nudging John’s hand with his nose when he returned, he flopped over one of John’s legs, still chewing the ball. There was a snap and two halves of the ball fell out of the bear’s mouth.
“She dobbed?” Rodney exclaimed, making a mental note to have a very stern chat with Teyla, of course from a distance and preferably from different floors.
“She didn’t mean to. I don’t have any memory of being a bear and was just asking her about it. She mentioned she’d lost me and had panicked a little and I asked why she had me in the first place when you were supposed to be looking after me.”
“I needed a break,” Rodney sighed, dropping onto the bed.
“Apparently I found you anyway,” John smiled and Rodney realised it was a very fond smile, the kind of smile that warmed the pit of his belly better than any whiskey. He watched as John lazily stroked Zelenka’s back, before setting about forming a Mohawk that ran the length of the little bear’s spine.
Rodney knew he was attracted to John, had known it from the very first moment he’d laid eyes on the lanky framed, dark haired and green eyed pilot. Until that moment he had never really reconciled the feeling with actually liking John as a person and realising that it leant depth to his attraction. John sat, boyish grin on his face and eyes alight, ruffling the fur under his hands with his head bent down and making low growling noises in his throat that every now and again the bear would respond to. Rodney’s usual instinct would be to poke fun about John perhaps communing with the bear, but that would break the scene, make John look up and respond with something equally snarky and Rodney preferred to keep the moment, file it away from some later time, probably when John was exasperating him.
“You know, a bear would be a cool pet,” John remarked, not looking up but his shoulders hunched a little and Rodney realised John was waiting for it, for the little jibe that would make him feel foolish for simply voicing an opinion.
Instead Rodney said, “Yeah, I got used to having you around. It was nice,” which caused John to look up and the smile grow more radiant and less boyish.
Rodney crossed the room and leaned over, but stopped when he was inches away from John’s lips. “You had no memory, right?” he asked.
John smirked, putting a hand over Zelenka bear’s eyes. “Just in case,” he grinned.
***
“Anything?”
Hayley looked up from her work, brow furrowed at the break in her concentration that was Rodney checking on her pretty much every hour on the hour. He’d trusted Radek’s last instinct to let the people who specialised in the smaller tech have a crack at it before he waded in.
That and if there was another accident, he wanted to still be around to fix it. Having both he and Radek bear-ised would be a catastrophe waiting to happen as far as the rest of Atlantis’ operation was concerned.
The fact of the matter was, Rodney trusted no one except the scruffy Czech scientist to ensure the running of Atlantis in his absence.
Plus, John might make him play fetch and he just wasn’t going there.
***
“Hayley said maybe a few more hours. She’s put together Zelenka’s notes and is pretty sure she’s close,” Rodney sighed, wandering back into his room. He stopped short when he noticed that John was sprawled across his bed, fast asleep. A little black fuzzy head appeared from behind John’s torso and Zelenka bear looked at Rodney, canting his head to the side like he was contemplating the other man.
He’d been caught staring moonily at John sleeping, by a bear.
“Oh, shut up,” Rodney snapped.
***
“I can take him,” Cadman offered, meeting John and Rodney in the hall leading to the labs. John was holding Zelenka bear to his chest, little head tucked under his chin, and John was looking just plain wounded.
Rodney would have teased him, but he remembered the feeling. The crazy urge to keep John a bear because he’d become ridiculously attached to the little guy. Rodney smiled, knowing that he’d gotten to keep John anyway.
“I… thanks,” John sighed, handing Zelenka bear over and looking relieved. The bear seemed to need convincing because he’d caught one claw in John’s jacket and it took all three of them a lot of patience and gentle tugging to untangle him, Zelenka bear protesting gruffly all the while.
“He came to me fine before,” Cadman said. “Do you think he knows?”
“Of course he does. Even as a bear he’d be smart.”
Zelenka bear was struggling so much that only an apple from John’s pocket would quiet him. He immediately settled into Cadman’s arms, chewing but still regarding them with suspicion.
“I can’t… I just… I’m going to my room,” John sighed, scrubbing a hand over his face and then retreating, not looking back.
“Can you do me a favour?” Rodney asked and Cadman looked at him. “I need to go to the mainland. Can you meet me in the hangar after you’ve dropped Radek off?”
“Sure,” Cadman nodded.
***
“Help me, would you?”
John came up off his bed when Rodney bustled into his room, holding a large box. Rodney dumped it on the end of John’s bed and there was a gruff squeak of protest from within.
“What did you do?” John asked, eyes round.
“Don’t worry, I cleared it with Elizabeth. I saw this the last time I went to the mainland. He’s never going to get much bigger than this and if we ever go back to Earth we’ll have to leave him here because quarantine would just be ridiculous, but I just thought, you know…” Rodney trailed off as John peeled the flaps back on the box, plunging his hands inside and pulling out a squirming bundle of tan fur, a black striped head popping free last.
“What is it?” John asked, beginning to grin despite himself when the small animal immediately tried to bury its head in the crook of John’s elbow. It was about the size of a small puppy, four legged and with ears that looked too big for its head. Except for the colouring, it actually reminded Rodney of an Alsation when they were small, ridiculously cute with feet and ears they hadn’t grown into yet.
“The Athosians call them Reconecs, a bunch of kids have them as pets. This one was out of a litter of about six. They eat anything and apparently are very clean. I saw one of the kids playing with one and they fetch, which I assumed was a requirement with you.”
“You got me a puppy?” John asked, awe in his tone.
“Basically, yes. I… don’t like when you’re, you know… sad,” Rodney said, wincing because it sounded romantic in his head and lame when it was out, but John grinned and hugged Rodney one-armed, the Reconec cradled in the other.
Rodney stepped away and pulled one sleeve over his hand, flapping it about. “Want to go freak out Ronon?” he asked, grinning.
“Hell yeah!”
Anyway, a sequel to "Little Bear" had been bubbling in my brain for a while because a surprising number of comments to the story asked for a Zelenka bear.
I... couldn't resist...
Title: Sun Bear
Author: kellifer_fic
Category: Fluffy crackalicious John/Rodney
Rating: PGish... if even.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue. Yadda.
Notes: Sequel to Little Bear
Summary: “Oh no… John!” Rodney wailed, falling to his knees.
“Oh no John, what?” John asked from behind him.
“Oh no… John!” Rodney wailed, falling to his knees.
“Oh no John, what?” John asked from behind him.
Rodney whipped around, spotting John leaning in the doorway behind him and smirking. Rodney launched himself upwards, hugging John fiercly. “Not that I’m complaining, but what’s gotten into you Rodney?”
Rodney wordlessly pointed behind himself at the tiny black bear with an orange starburst on its chest that was making very short work of one of Rodney’s shoes. They both looked up at Miko who was hopping nervously from foot to foot, ringing her hands.
“Tell me that’s not Zelenka,” Rodney sighed, rubbing a hand over his face.
***
“Oh now that’s just wrong,” Rodney huffed, coming into Elizabeth’s office to find the Zelenka bear on his back, legs waving in the air and Elizabeth rubbing his belly while he made tiny gruffing noises. She smiled when she looked up.
“Don’t tell John, but I think Radek makes a cuter bear,” she said, rubbing the top of the bear’s head when he’d tumbled upright at Rodney’s voice. The little bear did a slightly haphazard-looking fall off Elizabeth’s desk onto the nearest chair and then a hop down to the floor, immediately launching himself at Rodney’s shoe and renewing his attack on the laces that had previously been interrupted.
Ronon appeared in the doorway, took one look at the bear at Rodney’s feet, gave out a resigned sigh, and turned on his heel, stalking away.
Rodney turned back to Elizabeth who was looking perplexed.
“He… it’s a whole thing,” Rodney sighed, leaning down to scoop the energetic bundle of fur up at his feet as tiny bear teeth had finally worked their way through shoe and now were just chewing Rodney.
“I hope you don’t mind bear sitting again,” Elizabeth said, her eyes gleaming. “You’re the only one with… experience.”
“You can only abuse me so much, Doctor Weir,” Rodney said sternly, “Before I snap and sink the city.”
Elizabeth chuckled, but the smile fell off her face when Rodney turned and stalked out of her office with a stern look.
He only managed to get to the corner of the corridor beyond before breaking into a grin.
***
“So, considering I’m human, I thought you guys knew how to turn a person back from a bear?” John prompted. The Zelenka bear was sitting on his lap and John had him held upright and had his front paws in hand, waving them side to side and then pretending to do kung fu moves with the appropriate accompanying sounds.
Rodney glared at him. “I didn’t do that to you, have a little respect,” he snapped and John flushed and laid Zelenka bear’s front paws back on his knees, not being able to resist a final little “Keee-yah!” just before.
“And yes, Radek had figured it out, but we had another crisis right on the tail of your little problem and he hadn’t had time to note the procedure and I don’t know… I thought no one would be dumb enough to touch the device again considering all it does is turn people into small bears.”
“Why is he different?” John asked, holding him up and running a thumb over the orange fur on his chest.
“The person might dictate the type of bear. You liked the Antarctic didn’t you? Maybe that’s why you came out polar.”
“What’s Zelenka then?” John asked, waggling the little bear in Rodney’s direction and earning another glare.
“I don’t know. Look it up. Try to convince Ronon at the same time that Radek won’t eat his feet or hands.”
“Why would he think-?”
“Don’t ask.,” Rodney sighed.
***
“Well, it looks the same,” Ronon said, holding the Zelenka bear out at arm’s length with a distrustful look on his face. It had taken John calling him a coward for him to finally relent and take a turn holding the small creature.
That and Cadman holding him first.
John was now in front of the reference terminal in the main research room, scanning pictures and trying to find just what kind of bear they had on their hands. There was a squawk of protest from behind him and he turned around to find that Ronon had set the bear down, who immediately took it upon itself to scale Mount Ronon. Ronon, for his part, was turning madly in a circle, making wild batting gestures at the bear that had scaled up his legs and was now clinging to his back.
John turned back to the terminal and grinned. “They’re tree climbers,” he advised as the bear finally reached Ronon’s shoulders and popped over, allowing Ronon the opportunity to grab it. The Zelenka bear let out a mew of protest as he was pulled forward and dug his claws into Ronon’s shirt.
As a result, both bear and shirt were wrenched free and Ronon let out a growl of frustration.
“Oh yes, really cute,” he grumbled, dumping the bear into John’s lap and trying to grab his shirt back, but Zelenka was having none of it, gripping the shirt in teeth and claws and then managing to get it under his fuzzy butt.
Both man and bear were left glaring at each other, panting harshly.
“That’s my favourite shirt,” Ronon said, his voice almost plaintive.
“Isn’t that your only shirt?” John asked, not being able to suppress the grin that swept across his features as Zelenka bear settled on his lap, the shirt cuddled under his head and letting free a contented sigh.
“I hate bears,” Ronon snapped, stalking away.
John gave the Zelenka bear’s head a rub. “Indonesian Sun Bear huh? Rodney will be pleased that you eat fruit. I’m never going to hear the end of how it’s my fault his room still smells like fish.”
***
“Stop that!” Rodney exclaimed when he got back to his room and saw a black fuzzy shape streak past him to retrieve a bright blue ball, only to contently gnaw on it when he’d caught it while bringing it back to John, who was sitting on the floor with his legs wide and a goofy grin on his face.
“What? He likes it,” John said, retrieving the ball from the bear after a small tussle and setting it rolling across the floor again, Zelenka bear in mad pursuit.
“You’re making Radek play fetch! That’s just… wrong.”
“I’m keeping him entertained. Doctor Enweiss said he would chew when he was bored.”
“But you chewed everything,” Rodney protested, holding up one of his physics books that John had thoroughly torn into when taking a turn as a bear, not really wanting to explain why he kept it when it was ruined. Luckily, John didn’t ask. Instead, he raised an eyebrow.
“Therefore, I must have been a very bored bear.”
“Oh please, I let you swim. I… played with you,” Rodney protested, crossing his arms over his chest and kicking at the blue ball absently when it came to rest at his feet. Zelenka bear, having not mastered the art of correcting direction mid tumbly-run, careened into Rodney’s legs before getting up, shaking it off, and renewing his pursuit.
“Really? Did you, or did you try to hand me off to Teyla?” John accused as Zelenka bear finally seemed to have had enough as instead of nudging John’s hand with his nose when he returned, he flopped over one of John’s legs, still chewing the ball. There was a snap and two halves of the ball fell out of the bear’s mouth.
“She dobbed?” Rodney exclaimed, making a mental note to have a very stern chat with Teyla, of course from a distance and preferably from different floors.
“She didn’t mean to. I don’t have any memory of being a bear and was just asking her about it. She mentioned she’d lost me and had panicked a little and I asked why she had me in the first place when you were supposed to be looking after me.”
“I needed a break,” Rodney sighed, dropping onto the bed.
“Apparently I found you anyway,” John smiled and Rodney realised it was a very fond smile, the kind of smile that warmed the pit of his belly better than any whiskey. He watched as John lazily stroked Zelenka’s back, before setting about forming a Mohawk that ran the length of the little bear’s spine.
Rodney knew he was attracted to John, had known it from the very first moment he’d laid eyes on the lanky framed, dark haired and green eyed pilot. Until that moment he had never really reconciled the feeling with actually liking John as a person and realising that it leant depth to his attraction. John sat, boyish grin on his face and eyes alight, ruffling the fur under his hands with his head bent down and making low growling noises in his throat that every now and again the bear would respond to. Rodney’s usual instinct would be to poke fun about John perhaps communing with the bear, but that would break the scene, make John look up and respond with something equally snarky and Rodney preferred to keep the moment, file it away from some later time, probably when John was exasperating him.
“You know, a bear would be a cool pet,” John remarked, not looking up but his shoulders hunched a little and Rodney realised John was waiting for it, for the little jibe that would make him feel foolish for simply voicing an opinion.
Instead Rodney said, “Yeah, I got used to having you around. It was nice,” which caused John to look up and the smile grow more radiant and less boyish.
Rodney crossed the room and leaned over, but stopped when he was inches away from John’s lips. “You had no memory, right?” he asked.
John smirked, putting a hand over Zelenka bear’s eyes. “Just in case,” he grinned.
***
“Anything?”
Hayley looked up from her work, brow furrowed at the break in her concentration that was Rodney checking on her pretty much every hour on the hour. He’d trusted Radek’s last instinct to let the people who specialised in the smaller tech have a crack at it before he waded in.
That and if there was another accident, he wanted to still be around to fix it. Having both he and Radek bear-ised would be a catastrophe waiting to happen as far as the rest of Atlantis’ operation was concerned.
The fact of the matter was, Rodney trusted no one except the scruffy Czech scientist to ensure the running of Atlantis in his absence.
Plus, John might make him play fetch and he just wasn’t going there.
***
“Hayley said maybe a few more hours. She’s put together Zelenka’s notes and is pretty sure she’s close,” Rodney sighed, wandering back into his room. He stopped short when he noticed that John was sprawled across his bed, fast asleep. A little black fuzzy head appeared from behind John’s torso and Zelenka bear looked at Rodney, canting his head to the side like he was contemplating the other man.
He’d been caught staring moonily at John sleeping, by a bear.
“Oh, shut up,” Rodney snapped.
***
“I can take him,” Cadman offered, meeting John and Rodney in the hall leading to the labs. John was holding Zelenka bear to his chest, little head tucked under his chin, and John was looking just plain wounded.
Rodney would have teased him, but he remembered the feeling. The crazy urge to keep John a bear because he’d become ridiculously attached to the little guy. Rodney smiled, knowing that he’d gotten to keep John anyway.
“I… thanks,” John sighed, handing Zelenka bear over and looking relieved. The bear seemed to need convincing because he’d caught one claw in John’s jacket and it took all three of them a lot of patience and gentle tugging to untangle him, Zelenka bear protesting gruffly all the while.
“He came to me fine before,” Cadman said. “Do you think he knows?”
“Of course he does. Even as a bear he’d be smart.”
Zelenka bear was struggling so much that only an apple from John’s pocket would quiet him. He immediately settled into Cadman’s arms, chewing but still regarding them with suspicion.
“I can’t… I just… I’m going to my room,” John sighed, scrubbing a hand over his face and then retreating, not looking back.
“Can you do me a favour?” Rodney asked and Cadman looked at him. “I need to go to the mainland. Can you meet me in the hangar after you’ve dropped Radek off?”
“Sure,” Cadman nodded.
***
“Help me, would you?”
John came up off his bed when Rodney bustled into his room, holding a large box. Rodney dumped it on the end of John’s bed and there was a gruff squeak of protest from within.
“What did you do?” John asked, eyes round.
“Don’t worry, I cleared it with Elizabeth. I saw this the last time I went to the mainland. He’s never going to get much bigger than this and if we ever go back to Earth we’ll have to leave him here because quarantine would just be ridiculous, but I just thought, you know…” Rodney trailed off as John peeled the flaps back on the box, plunging his hands inside and pulling out a squirming bundle of tan fur, a black striped head popping free last.
“What is it?” John asked, beginning to grin despite himself when the small animal immediately tried to bury its head in the crook of John’s elbow. It was about the size of a small puppy, four legged and with ears that looked too big for its head. Except for the colouring, it actually reminded Rodney of an Alsation when they were small, ridiculously cute with feet and ears they hadn’t grown into yet.
“The Athosians call them Reconecs, a bunch of kids have them as pets. This one was out of a litter of about six. They eat anything and apparently are very clean. I saw one of the kids playing with one and they fetch, which I assumed was a requirement with you.”
“You got me a puppy?” John asked, awe in his tone.
“Basically, yes. I… don’t like when you’re, you know… sad,” Rodney said, wincing because it sounded romantic in his head and lame when it was out, but John grinned and hugged Rodney one-armed, the Reconec cradled in the other.
Rodney stepped away and pulled one sleeve over his hand, flapping it about. “Want to go freak out Ronon?” he asked, grinning.
“Hell yeah!”