Somewhere, high above the vacant lot on East Pier Street...
Rodney looked up from tweaking the output on the motor of the the bright, yellow RC car in his lap as John clambered up the last knots of the old rope that served as their ladder. The other boy landed on the floor of their secret lair with a loud thump, shaking the entire structure and rustling the branches and leaves outside.
"What's the password?" Rodney asked sourly.
"I brought a friend!" John beamed.
"That's not it," Rodney muttered, and resumed his tinkering for a few seconds before looking up sharply. "You can't bring a friend! Remember what happened last time?"
The 'last time' cleared her throat loudly and arched a brow under a messy ponytail, but never once looked up from the Hardy Boys novel she was reading. Rodney coughed into his hand and looked back at John. "What I mean is the last friend you brought was so cool, the Batcave can't take anymore."
"For the last time, it's not the Batcave," John corrected. "It's the top floor of the Baxter Building!"
"Do we really need to relive the DC versus Marvel debate? About how Batman could single-handedly take out the Fantastic Four while saving the planet from Dr. Doom, the Joker, and the Legion of Doom?"
"You're just jealous because you never get to be Mr. Fantastic."
"Well, it makes no sense for me to be the Human Torch! I don't want to fly, mock bullies, or set myself on fire with a stupid catch-phrase unlike some people I know!"
"That would be so cool."
"No, I think you mean it would be blazing hot."
"No, I think I meant it would be cool--"
"Maybe that's what you meant, but what you said--"
"Is that your friend, John?" Teyla interrupted, voice strained.
"Oh, right." John sent Rodney a dirty glare at motioned at the giant hairy mass that could be hiding a human child underneath to come from where he was leisurely hanging on the rope outside. "Guys, this is Ronon."
"Hi," the hairy thing said.
"Pleased to meet you, Ronon," Teyla said, lowering the paperback long enough to send a welcoming smile.
"No girls allowed!" Rodney pointed to the sign clearly stating the Batcave's sacred rule. "Sorry, Rhoda!"
The hair-ball actually snarled, and climbed into the tree house despite Rodney's very explicit warning that the action was not permitted.
"His name is Ronon," John corrected with a roll of his eyes. "He's new in town."
"And?" Rodney prompted. "You decided to bring him here? It's not a secret lair if you keep showing it to everyone!"
"You can see it from the street," Ronon pointed out, very unnecessarily.
"I... that is... I'm working on that!"
"Well, Ronon, you've met Rodney. And that over there is Teyla."
Ronon might have raised a bushy brow, but under all of that hair, who could really tell? "I thought you said there were 'no girls allowed'."
"Teyla's not a girl!" Rodney huffed. "She's... Teyla."
"She hits us really hard," John whispered to Ronon. "With sticks."
All this did was produce a grin from the newest addition to the clubhouse. "Cool."
"Oh, great, another one," Rodney grumbled.
"That's Rodney's way of saying, 'welcome to the club'."
"It is not."
"Huh," Ronon grunted noncommittally as he ambled around the tree house. Rodney just gave him a dirty look and huddled his race car and tools closer as he pretended to ignore that anything untoward was going on in the Batcave. "So, what do you guys do for fun?"
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Treehouse Comment!Fic (part one)
Date: 2008-11-12 05:08 pm (UTC)Somewhere, high above the vacant lot on East Pier Street...
Rodney looked up from tweaking the output on the motor of the the bright, yellow RC car in his lap as John clambered up the last knots of the old rope that served as their ladder. The other boy landed on the floor of their secret lair with a loud thump, shaking the entire structure and rustling the branches and leaves outside.
"What's the password?" Rodney asked sourly.
"I brought a friend!" John beamed.
"That's not it," Rodney muttered, and resumed his tinkering for a few seconds before looking up sharply. "You can't bring a friend! Remember what happened last time?"
The 'last time' cleared her throat loudly and arched a brow under a messy ponytail, but never once looked up from the Hardy Boys novel she was reading. Rodney coughed into his hand and looked back at John. "What I mean is the last friend you brought was so cool, the Batcave can't take anymore."
"For the last time, it's not the Batcave," John corrected. "It's the top floor of the Baxter Building!"
"Do we really need to relive the DC versus Marvel debate? About how Batman could single-handedly take out the Fantastic Four while saving the planet from Dr. Doom, the Joker, and the Legion of Doom?"
"You're just jealous because you never get to be Mr. Fantastic."
"Well, it makes no sense for me to be the Human Torch! I don't want to fly, mock bullies, or set myself on fire with a stupid catch-phrase unlike some people I know!"
"That would be so cool."
"No, I think you mean it would be blazing hot."
"No, I think I meant it would be cool--"
"Maybe that's what you meant, but what you said--"
"Is that your friend, John?" Teyla interrupted, voice strained.
"Oh, right." John sent Rodney a dirty glare at motioned at the giant hairy mass that could be hiding a human child underneath to come from where he was leisurely hanging on the rope outside. "Guys, this is Ronon."
"Hi," the hairy thing said.
"Pleased to meet you, Ronon," Teyla said, lowering the paperback long enough to send a welcoming smile.
"No girls allowed!" Rodney pointed to the sign clearly stating the Batcave's sacred rule. "Sorry, Rhoda!"
The hair-ball actually snarled, and climbed into the tree house despite Rodney's very explicit warning that the action was not permitted.
"His name is Ronon," John corrected with a roll of his eyes. "He's new in town."
"And?" Rodney prompted. "You decided to bring him here? It's not a secret lair if you keep showing it to everyone!"
"You can see it from the street," Ronon pointed out, very unnecessarily.
"I... that is... I'm working on that!"
"Well, Ronon, you've met Rodney. And that over there is Teyla."
Ronon might have raised a bushy brow, but under all of that hair, who could really tell? "I thought you said there were 'no girls allowed'."
"Teyla's not a girl!" Rodney huffed. "She's... Teyla."
"She hits us really hard," John whispered to Ronon. "With sticks."
All this did was produce a grin from the newest addition to the clubhouse. "Cool."
"Oh, great, another one," Rodney grumbled.
"That's Rodney's way of saying, 'welcome to the club'."
"It is not."
"Huh," Ronon grunted noncommittally as he ambled around the tree house. Rodney just gave him a dirty look and huddled his race car and tools closer as he pretended to ignore that anything untoward was going on in the Batcave. "So, what do you guys do for fun?"