Fic: 2.4 Tribbles
Title: 2.4 Tribbles
Author: Lookingfortarzan aka Jane
Spoilers: none
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay hair/hair
Rating: R
Summary: My take on how tribbles 'evolved', involves hair gel, a font of eternal youth, and the last of whatever sanity I possessed
Word count: 2,331
thanks for ruthiesgc for the look over. AND OH MY GOD...this is the reason I should not be allowed to see David Hewlett's early stuff...I see scanners 2 and this idea was born. Enjoy!
This is my first (and probably only fic) of my *other* OTP...Rodney and John's hair
It all started with an innocuous ancient device that John set off in the lab, it went off with a big Technicolor ZAP-phut, and a cloud of opaque vapour. The result of which made poor Radek Zelenka drop his metal coffee cup to the floor in shock.
“Rodney?” John Sheppard asked, looking at the chief science officer of Atlantis, who,, suddenly looked, different.
“Colonel?” Rodney replied, “What the hell happened to you?” Rodney looked at the Colonel, except the colonel also looked different. He looked 25, with the very early 90’s trademark curtained hairstyle, less battle worn face, and a more carefree expression that mirrored Ford’s. Rodney had seen John’s hair without its usual hair product bed-haired sentience, but this was different, this was boy-next-door different, his hair was the same length as it was without styling, but brushed into curtains!
“Likewise McKay.” John said looking at him, with an expression Rodney rarely saw out of the bedroom. Rodney caught his reflection on the reflective surface of a panel on the wall.
“Oh my god!” Rodney reached out and touched his own hair, which was now long, dare he say it, a mullet, and blond. He was leaner; and instead of his usual demeanour, that had reduced his underlings to tears in extreme cases, his face still held that youthful joy. The joy he’d not seen since he’d been studying for his second PHD. He looked back at John, who had covered up his earlier expression, with a more familiar blank military one. The one that understood Don’t ask Don’t tell.
“Is amazing!” Zelenka breathed looking at device, “eternal youth yes!”
Rodney made a small-exasperated noise in the back of his throat, and then he felt John’s hand on his shoulder.
“He’s right McKay, but we need to get it reversed, once we know what it is.” Sheppard said calmly, before activating his com-link and contacting Carson.
“Carson, we have a situation in the lab, it’s not critical, we’ll come to you.”
“Okay Major. We’ll be waiting for you.” Carson replied.
“Well I dinnae expect this.” Carson said, as John and Rodney walked into the infirmary.
“You think we did?” Rodney griped as he hopped up onto a bed.
Carson cut off whatever remark he was going to say, and went for the medical angle. “Well we will need to run some tests just to find what exactly it did.”
After much poking, prodding, scanning, (and in certain cases comfort eating power-bars), Carson came back with the results. By now Rodney and John were playing snap with a deck of cards, they’d borrowed from a nurse.
“Well as far as I can tell lads, is that you are both in perfect health.” Carson said. “I don’t see any reason to keep you here, just check in if there are any problems.”
“We can go?” Rodney said incredulously as John slammed down his card with a triumphant yell of SNAP!
“Yes.” Carson said. “Now get out of my infirmary. And I suggest you go tell Elizabeth, now hop-it!”
“I think he enjoyed that far too much.” John said, as they walked towards Elizabeth’s office, trying to ignore the looks from passers by, and not to mention the looks that Rodney was getting.
“Yes there were far too few needles involved for him to be that happy.” Rodney muttered, and knocked at Elizabeth’s office door.
“Come in.” Elizabeth said, “Oh my” she looked at them and raised her hands to her mouth.
“Yes, yes, Font of eternal youth.” Rodney muttered. “I take it Radek told you.”
“Yes but, I wasn’t expecting this.”
“What are we the Spanish inquisition?” Rodney huffed. John just snorted in amusement.
Elizabeth raised her eyebrow. “Well gentlemen, it is a shock, you have to admit.”
“Yes I’m 25 again hurrah!” Rodney groused.
“According to the documentation that you found with the device that I’ve managed to translate, the device restores you body to your peak physical potential.
John nudged Rodney. “This means you have no excuse not to join me and Ronon for runs now.”
Rodney spluttered, and John enjoyed the fireworks, as Rodney told him in no certain terms would he be running anywhere except from space vampires and the bad guys.
“Gentlemen.” Elizabeth coughed. “It seems to me a wise time to order you to both take some down time.”
“A day off.” John looked slightly wistful.
“I was thinking maybe half a week or so. I’m sure Lorne and Zelenka can hold fort for a few days.”
“But the device.” Rodney said, going for a puppy dog look, he had to have learnt from John, that would have made lesser women crumble, especially from a blond haired blue eyed, cute McKay. However Elizabeth had gained resistance to John’s patented puppy look, so Rodney didn’t stand a chance.
“Come on McKay. You heard her, R and R.” he discretely squeezed Rodney’s arm, which made Rodney’s head swing round to look at him, eyes wide with understanding.
“Very well, but if there’s any break through. I want to hear about it.” Rodney said as John pushed him out the room.
“You didn’t need to be that obvious.” Rodney hissed as John dragged him to his transporter.
“Relax, she won’t ask.” John said.
“What?” Rodney squawked, as John pulled him towards his quarters.
“She’s read my file.” John said meaningfully. “And then she filled in the blanks, and she cornered me at that Athosian summer celebration, after I’d had one too many.”
“What?” Rodney was still reeling.
“You know you were damn attractive when you were twenty five, right?” John whispered in Rodney’s ear, before licking the lobe, which he knew drove Rodney crazy.
“John.” Rodney gasped. “We’re still in the corridor.”
So John thought his door open and pushed Rodney in. “No we’re not.”
Rodney smiled as he stepped out of John’s shower, to find the object of his affections, styling his hair.
“Trying to carry on as normal?” he asked, “Restoring it to sentience?”
John smiled, and rinsed the gel from his hands before grabbing Rodney and nuzzling his neck, “Are you changing yours, coz I kinda like it. Didn’t know I’d be the one with a thing for blonds.”
“Oh shut up.” Rodney said, grinning, and John moved from his neck to kiss him.
“Keep doing that, and I won’t be letting you out of here for the next week.”
“Doing what?” Rodney said pulling back and looking at John.
“Smiling, seriously you need to do that more often.” John swooped in for a kiss
“But if I do that, it would kinda give the game away.”
“True plus people would see how attractive you really are.”
“And that’s a bad thing why?”
“Because you are mine, and I don’t want to be taking out half of Atlantis, coz they’re too blind to see a good thing when they see it.” John grinned, before dragging Rodney back into the bedroom.
“John?” Rodney said, who was leaning against John, resting his head on John’s shoulder, and John leaning his head over Rodney’s. John was reading War and Peace, and Rodney was absently typing away on his laptop. Both attired in boxers and t shirts.
“Yes.”
“What are you doing to my scalp?”
“Nothing Rodney.” John yawned, “Why?”
“Because it’s been tingling for the last hour.” Rodney said
“Now that you mention is, mine is too.” John put down his book and tried to sit up.
“Um Rodney can you move your head?”
Rodney tried.
“um no.”
“This is odd.”
Then the tingling vanished and they could move.
“Carson?” John asked
“Yeah.” Rodney said, sitting up and John threw him his trousers.
“So you were watching a movie -“
“-Monty Python.” Rodney cut Carson off
“So you were watching Monty Python,” Carson continued, “And found that you were paralysed temporarily from the neck up?”
“That’s about it.” John said.
“Well I better X-ray both of you just to see if there are any problems with your vertebral columns.”
“He means spine, Colonel.” Rodney hissed.
“I know that McKay.” John said good naturedly. Then frowned. “Is it me or has your hair grown in the last 24 hours?”
“Well being zapped by the font of eternal youth-“
“I mean since then.” John said.
“Maybe I should do a full blood workup of you both.” Carson said. Rodney glared at John with a clear message of ‘great now you made him get the needles.’
There was nothing wrong with either of them, at least that Carson could find. So they headed back to John’s quarters.
“You know I swear it’s getting longer.” John said.
“Oh shut up, its your fault I’m now feeling like a pincushion.” Rodney said without any real malice.
“How about we watch Python for real this time?” John said quietly.
“Ok.”
Thing was that leaning against John’s shoulder, with John’s head leaning gently against his, was the easiest position to lie on the bed, and watch movies with. Infact they both fell asleep like that.
It was morning when John woke, moving carefully not to wake Rodney, he padded to the bathroom, and started the shower.
He’d just got out of the shower, when he heard Rodney in the next room.
“Shit!”
John stuck his head round the door. Rodney looked at him.
“Either we’ve been invaded by Tribbles or I’m malting.”
“Doesn’t look like you’ve lost any hair, not enough to explain that.” John said walking into the room to see a handful of small balls of fur on Rodney’s pillow.
“This is odd.” Rodney said.
Then one of the tribbles purred.
“Oh my god.” Rodney yelled, and back peddled away from the bed at double time. “It IS a freaking tribble. Some how this is YOUR fault.” He glared at John.
“Hey it was your hair!” John said.
“I knew your hair looked suitably post-coital yesterday.” Rodney growled then paled when he realised the implications. “You know this wasn’t the proof I was thinking of when I wanted to prove your hair was sentient.”
“You think?” John said, picking one up and stroking it, so it purred. “They are kind of calming.”
“Until they start reproducing, they’ll cover Atlantis. Oh god I can never let my hair near you again!”
“Rodney, your hair essentially spawned them. Besides it wouldn’t help, Tribbles are born pregnant.”
Rodney gave him the ‘you’re a closest geek look and I forgot’ look. John thought Rodney ought to be used to that by now.
“We’ve got to get rid of them.” Rodney said, absently picking one up and petting it.
“We could drown them.” John said, “but I don’t think I could bring myself to do that.”
“It’s like drowning your pet cat.” Rodney looked sick
“Perhaps we can freeze them in stasis, or send them to an uninhabited planet.” John suggested.
“Thing is how are we going to send them off world without Elizabeth knowing.” Rodney said
“I don’t think we can.” John said. “You call Elizabeth, Carson and Radek, while I get changed. Then we tell them what happened.”
“But Don’t ask Don’t tell.”
“Rodney they’re our friends, they’ll not say anything.”
When Elizabeth, Carson and Radek turned up, the number of Tribbles had doubled, and Rodney had taken to cooing fondly at them.
“What’s wrong John-“ Elizabeth trailed off, as the door wooshed shut behind them.
“Are those?” Radek said
“Yes we think so.” John said,
“They purr.” Rodney said delightedly, petting one.
“Where did they come from?” Carson said.
“Well we have a theory.” Rodney said putting the tribble back on the bed. “And it involves his sentient hair. I always knew it had evil schemes.”
“Aren’t you over reacting Rodney.” Elizabeth said.
“Actually this time he isn’t.” John blushed. Then he looked at Rodney. “It’s not like my hairs the only one responsible for this.”
“It’s all that damn machines fault.” Rodney grumbled, “Clearly my hair is irrisistable.”
“What?” Carson said, now thoroughly confused.
“If that machine hadn’t zapped me back to 1989, the colonel’s terminal bed hair would have controlled itself and not felt the need to procreate. It must be the hair gel!”
“But Rodney YOU made the hair gel for me.” John said sighing. Then watched as the penny dropped on Elizabeth’s, Carson’s and Radek’s faces.
“Maybe we run test on hair gel yes, and then get machine to zap you back yes?” Radek said finally.
“But what about the Tribbles, don’t they reproduce?” Elizabeth asked
“Yes, but we were hoping to send them off world, or putting them in stasis.” John said
“We are not drowning them.” Rodney growled.
“Stasis would use power we don’t have.” Radek said.
“True.”
“We could always find an uninhabited planet for them, how about that one Teyla called Reagan.” Elizabeth said.
At that point, John, Rodney, and Radek actually collapsed laughing.
The machine, once they discovered how to haul it into reverse, put John and Rodney back to normal without a hitch. Sorry to see the Tribbles go, John and Rodney saw them off as they were sent through the ‘gate to Reagan.
“You know this is one big irony.” John said, as Rodney and he walked back towards the labs.
“What that part of you on some genetic level will indeed meet Captain Kirk?” Rodney said.
“Well that, and it seems that all of me seems to like all of you.”
“And we hadn’t quite planned on coming out to our friends in that way.”
“True.”
“You know I can’t actually mock your hair for being sentient anymore.”
“No, and I’m prepared to swear it was the hair-gel”
“We ran tests it’s as harmless as a blindfolded mouse.”
“Great analogy there Rodney.”
“Still want to watch a movie.”
“Sure.”
Then Rodney caught John’s look. “We are not watching Trials and Tribbilations, even if I do have it on my laptop.”
“We’re gonna miss ‘em aren’t we.”
Rodney tried to look haughty and failed. “Yeah, at least we gave them a chance though.”
Author: Lookingfortarzan aka Jane
Spoilers: none
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay hair/hair
Rating: R
Summary: My take on how tribbles 'evolved', involves hair gel, a font of eternal youth, and the last of whatever sanity I possessed
Word count: 2,331
thanks for ruthiesgc for the look over. AND OH MY GOD...this is the reason I should not be allowed to see David Hewlett's early stuff...I see scanners 2 and this idea was born. Enjoy!
This is my first (and probably only fic) of my *other* OTP...Rodney and John's hair
It all started with an innocuous ancient device that John set off in the lab, it went off with a big Technicolor ZAP-phut, and a cloud of opaque vapour. The result of which made poor Radek Zelenka drop his metal coffee cup to the floor in shock.
“Rodney?” John Sheppard asked, looking at the chief science officer of Atlantis, who,, suddenly looked, different.
“Colonel?” Rodney replied, “What the hell happened to you?” Rodney looked at the Colonel, except the colonel also looked different. He looked 25, with the very early 90’s trademark curtained hairstyle, less battle worn face, and a more carefree expression that mirrored Ford’s. Rodney had seen John’s hair without its usual hair product bed-haired sentience, but this was different, this was boy-next-door different, his hair was the same length as it was without styling, but brushed into curtains!
“Likewise McKay.” John said looking at him, with an expression Rodney rarely saw out of the bedroom. Rodney caught his reflection on the reflective surface of a panel on the wall.
“Oh my god!” Rodney reached out and touched his own hair, which was now long, dare he say it, a mullet, and blond. He was leaner; and instead of his usual demeanour, that had reduced his underlings to tears in extreme cases, his face still held that youthful joy. The joy he’d not seen since he’d been studying for his second PHD. He looked back at John, who had covered up his earlier expression, with a more familiar blank military one. The one that understood Don’t ask Don’t tell.
“Is amazing!” Zelenka breathed looking at device, “eternal youth yes!”
Rodney made a small-exasperated noise in the back of his throat, and then he felt John’s hand on his shoulder.
“He’s right McKay, but we need to get it reversed, once we know what it is.” Sheppard said calmly, before activating his com-link and contacting Carson.
“Carson, we have a situation in the lab, it’s not critical, we’ll come to you.”
“Okay Major. We’ll be waiting for you.” Carson replied.
“Well I dinnae expect this.” Carson said, as John and Rodney walked into the infirmary.
“You think we did?” Rodney griped as he hopped up onto a bed.
Carson cut off whatever remark he was going to say, and went for the medical angle. “Well we will need to run some tests just to find what exactly it did.”
After much poking, prodding, scanning, (and in certain cases comfort eating power-bars), Carson came back with the results. By now Rodney and John were playing snap with a deck of cards, they’d borrowed from a nurse.
“Well as far as I can tell lads, is that you are both in perfect health.” Carson said. “I don’t see any reason to keep you here, just check in if there are any problems.”
“We can go?” Rodney said incredulously as John slammed down his card with a triumphant yell of SNAP!
“Yes.” Carson said. “Now get out of my infirmary. And I suggest you go tell Elizabeth, now hop-it!”
“I think he enjoyed that far too much.” John said, as they walked towards Elizabeth’s office, trying to ignore the looks from passers by, and not to mention the looks that Rodney was getting.
“Yes there were far too few needles involved for him to be that happy.” Rodney muttered, and knocked at Elizabeth’s office door.
“Come in.” Elizabeth said, “Oh my” she looked at them and raised her hands to her mouth.
“Yes, yes, Font of eternal youth.” Rodney muttered. “I take it Radek told you.”
“Yes but, I wasn’t expecting this.”
“What are we the Spanish inquisition?” Rodney huffed. John just snorted in amusement.
Elizabeth raised her eyebrow. “Well gentlemen, it is a shock, you have to admit.”
“Yes I’m 25 again hurrah!” Rodney groused.
“According to the documentation that you found with the device that I’ve managed to translate, the device restores you body to your peak physical potential.
John nudged Rodney. “This means you have no excuse not to join me and Ronon for runs now.”
Rodney spluttered, and John enjoyed the fireworks, as Rodney told him in no certain terms would he be running anywhere except from space vampires and the bad guys.
“Gentlemen.” Elizabeth coughed. “It seems to me a wise time to order you to both take some down time.”
“A day off.” John looked slightly wistful.
“I was thinking maybe half a week or so. I’m sure Lorne and Zelenka can hold fort for a few days.”
“But the device.” Rodney said, going for a puppy dog look, he had to have learnt from John, that would have made lesser women crumble, especially from a blond haired blue eyed, cute McKay. However Elizabeth had gained resistance to John’s patented puppy look, so Rodney didn’t stand a chance.
“Come on McKay. You heard her, R and R.” he discretely squeezed Rodney’s arm, which made Rodney’s head swing round to look at him, eyes wide with understanding.
“Very well, but if there’s any break through. I want to hear about it.” Rodney said as John pushed him out the room.
“You didn’t need to be that obvious.” Rodney hissed as John dragged him to his transporter.
“Relax, she won’t ask.” John said.
“What?” Rodney squawked, as John pulled him towards his quarters.
“She’s read my file.” John said meaningfully. “And then she filled in the blanks, and she cornered me at that Athosian summer celebration, after I’d had one too many.”
“What?” Rodney was still reeling.
“You know you were damn attractive when you were twenty five, right?” John whispered in Rodney’s ear, before licking the lobe, which he knew drove Rodney crazy.
“John.” Rodney gasped. “We’re still in the corridor.”
So John thought his door open and pushed Rodney in. “No we’re not.”
Rodney smiled as he stepped out of John’s shower, to find the object of his affections, styling his hair.
“Trying to carry on as normal?” he asked, “Restoring it to sentience?”
John smiled, and rinsed the gel from his hands before grabbing Rodney and nuzzling his neck, “Are you changing yours, coz I kinda like it. Didn’t know I’d be the one with a thing for blonds.”
“Oh shut up.” Rodney said, grinning, and John moved from his neck to kiss him.
“Keep doing that, and I won’t be letting you out of here for the next week.”
“Doing what?” Rodney said pulling back and looking at John.
“Smiling, seriously you need to do that more often.” John swooped in for a kiss
“But if I do that, it would kinda give the game away.”
“True plus people would see how attractive you really are.”
“And that’s a bad thing why?”
“Because you are mine, and I don’t want to be taking out half of Atlantis, coz they’re too blind to see a good thing when they see it.” John grinned, before dragging Rodney back into the bedroom.
“John?” Rodney said, who was leaning against John, resting his head on John’s shoulder, and John leaning his head over Rodney’s. John was reading War and Peace, and Rodney was absently typing away on his laptop. Both attired in boxers and t shirts.
“Yes.”
“What are you doing to my scalp?”
“Nothing Rodney.” John yawned, “Why?”
“Because it’s been tingling for the last hour.” Rodney said
“Now that you mention is, mine is too.” John put down his book and tried to sit up.
“Um Rodney can you move your head?”
Rodney tried.
“um no.”
“This is odd.”
Then the tingling vanished and they could move.
“Carson?” John asked
“Yeah.” Rodney said, sitting up and John threw him his trousers.
“So you were watching a movie -“
“-Monty Python.” Rodney cut Carson off
“So you were watching Monty Python,” Carson continued, “And found that you were paralysed temporarily from the neck up?”
“That’s about it.” John said.
“Well I better X-ray both of you just to see if there are any problems with your vertebral columns.”
“He means spine, Colonel.” Rodney hissed.
“I know that McKay.” John said good naturedly. Then frowned. “Is it me or has your hair grown in the last 24 hours?”
“Well being zapped by the font of eternal youth-“
“I mean since then.” John said.
“Maybe I should do a full blood workup of you both.” Carson said. Rodney glared at John with a clear message of ‘great now you made him get the needles.’
There was nothing wrong with either of them, at least that Carson could find. So they headed back to John’s quarters.
“You know I swear it’s getting longer.” John said.
“Oh shut up, its your fault I’m now feeling like a pincushion.” Rodney said without any real malice.
“How about we watch Python for real this time?” John said quietly.
“Ok.”
Thing was that leaning against John’s shoulder, with John’s head leaning gently against his, was the easiest position to lie on the bed, and watch movies with. Infact they both fell asleep like that.
It was morning when John woke, moving carefully not to wake Rodney, he padded to the bathroom, and started the shower.
He’d just got out of the shower, when he heard Rodney in the next room.
“Shit!”
John stuck his head round the door. Rodney looked at him.
“Either we’ve been invaded by Tribbles or I’m malting.”
“Doesn’t look like you’ve lost any hair, not enough to explain that.” John said walking into the room to see a handful of small balls of fur on Rodney’s pillow.
“This is odd.” Rodney said.
Then one of the tribbles purred.
“Oh my god.” Rodney yelled, and back peddled away from the bed at double time. “It IS a freaking tribble. Some how this is YOUR fault.” He glared at John.
“Hey it was your hair!” John said.
“I knew your hair looked suitably post-coital yesterday.” Rodney growled then paled when he realised the implications. “You know this wasn’t the proof I was thinking of when I wanted to prove your hair was sentient.”
“You think?” John said, picking one up and stroking it, so it purred. “They are kind of calming.”
“Until they start reproducing, they’ll cover Atlantis. Oh god I can never let my hair near you again!”
“Rodney, your hair essentially spawned them. Besides it wouldn’t help, Tribbles are born pregnant.”
Rodney gave him the ‘you’re a closest geek look and I forgot’ look. John thought Rodney ought to be used to that by now.
“We’ve got to get rid of them.” Rodney said, absently picking one up and petting it.
“We could drown them.” John said, “but I don’t think I could bring myself to do that.”
“It’s like drowning your pet cat.” Rodney looked sick
“Perhaps we can freeze them in stasis, or send them to an uninhabited planet.” John suggested.
“Thing is how are we going to send them off world without Elizabeth knowing.” Rodney said
“I don’t think we can.” John said. “You call Elizabeth, Carson and Radek, while I get changed. Then we tell them what happened.”
“But Don’t ask Don’t tell.”
“Rodney they’re our friends, they’ll not say anything.”
When Elizabeth, Carson and Radek turned up, the number of Tribbles had doubled, and Rodney had taken to cooing fondly at them.
“What’s wrong John-“ Elizabeth trailed off, as the door wooshed shut behind them.
“Are those?” Radek said
“Yes we think so.” John said,
“They purr.” Rodney said delightedly, petting one.
“Where did they come from?” Carson said.
“Well we have a theory.” Rodney said putting the tribble back on the bed. “And it involves his sentient hair. I always knew it had evil schemes.”
“Aren’t you over reacting Rodney.” Elizabeth said.
“Actually this time he isn’t.” John blushed. Then he looked at Rodney. “It’s not like my hairs the only one responsible for this.”
“It’s all that damn machines fault.” Rodney grumbled, “Clearly my hair is irrisistable.”
“What?” Carson said, now thoroughly confused.
“If that machine hadn’t zapped me back to 1989, the colonel’s terminal bed hair would have controlled itself and not felt the need to procreate. It must be the hair gel!”
“But Rodney YOU made the hair gel for me.” John said sighing. Then watched as the penny dropped on Elizabeth’s, Carson’s and Radek’s faces.
“Maybe we run test on hair gel yes, and then get machine to zap you back yes?” Radek said finally.
“But what about the Tribbles, don’t they reproduce?” Elizabeth asked
“Yes, but we were hoping to send them off world, or putting them in stasis.” John said
“We are not drowning them.” Rodney growled.
“Stasis would use power we don’t have.” Radek said.
“True.”
“We could always find an uninhabited planet for them, how about that one Teyla called Reagan.” Elizabeth said.
At that point, John, Rodney, and Radek actually collapsed laughing.
The machine, once they discovered how to haul it into reverse, put John and Rodney back to normal without a hitch. Sorry to see the Tribbles go, John and Rodney saw them off as they were sent through the ‘gate to Reagan.
“You know this is one big irony.” John said, as Rodney and he walked back towards the labs.
“What that part of you on some genetic level will indeed meet Captain Kirk?” Rodney said.
“Well that, and it seems that all of me seems to like all of you.”
“And we hadn’t quite planned on coming out to our friends in that way.”
“True.”
“You know I can’t actually mock your hair for being sentient anymore.”
“No, and I’m prepared to swear it was the hair-gel”
“We ran tests it’s as harmless as a blindfolded mouse.”
“Great analogy there Rodney.”
“Still want to watch a movie.”
“Sure.”
Then Rodney caught John’s look. “We are not watching Trials and Tribbilations, even if I do have it on my laptop.”
“We’re gonna miss ‘em aren’t we.”
Rodney tried to look haughty and failed. “Yeah, at least we gave them a chance though.”