Magic Words - Love Spell/Potion Gone Wrong

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Title: Magic Words
Fandom: SGA
Characters: Sheppard, McKay
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay
Orientation: Slash
Rating: PG
Word Count: 633
Warnings: None 

Notes: for fairjennet , my favorite comma chaser

 

Prompts: HC Bingo fill: "love potion/spell gone wrong" 

“It’s what?” Sheppard flipped the device over in his hands and looked at it again. 

 

The old woman sighed heavily and intoned again, in the same deep baritone, “It is the book of workings, passed down from generation to generation, to be kept until The One arrived.”

 

He held it between his fingers as if it were a dead rodent he held by its stiff little tail. “Which means what, exactly?”

 

The old woman rolled her eyes at him in a perfect imitation of Rodney McKay. She even tapped her foot like him. “You made the light go on. I have to give it to you. Read the damned book, boy!” She cuffed him upside the head and stormed off, leaving him holding the Ancient device.

 

“Oh.”

 

~*~

 

After clearing it with the science team, Rodney declaring it mostly useless and completely harmless, Sheppard took the device back to his quarters and activated it and started to read. It actually made sense, in a weird sort of way. It was a list of, for lack of a better description, spells.

 

He found one that was supposed to summon a lost item. Since he had misplaced a brand new bottle of hair gel that he’d bought on leave the last time he was on Earth, he decided to try to summon it with the spell. 

 

John mixed up the ingredients in the sink in his bathroom and dropped in a match, setting the whole thing aflame with a very satisfying “whoosh!”   When he returned to the bedroom, sitting beside the little Ancient device was his bottle of hair gel was sitting right beside the device. “Hot damn, it works!”

 

He tried a spell to remove a hangnail. That was useful. He tried one to permanently remove the stink from his combat boots. That was useful too. 

 

He came across a spell designed to “open the eyes to true love” and he chewed his lower lip and considered it. He mixed the components and debated what to spread the stuff on to ‘convey’ it. He shrugged and wrote a note saying, “Meet me on the mess hall balcony, 19:30 we have to talk – John.” He dipped the note, and then the envelope for good measure, in the sink. He dried it with his hair dryer. (Of course he has a hair dryer, hello, product!)

 

Then he moseyed down to the physics lab and left the note on Rodney’s work station, and walked away whistling.

 

At 19:30, he was waiting on the balcony when the doors opened. He expected Rodney. What he got was an armful of Miko Kasanagi, who launched herself at him and rained kisses on his face and started groping him in intimate places, she had grown extra arms and hands that were EVERYWHERE!. 

 

 

“Ahhhh!!! John sat bolt upright in the bed, panting and fighting off the phantom Miko, still caught in the last vestiges of sleep. “No, stop, leggo!”

 

“The straight dream again?” Rodney drawled his hand landing on John’s back and rubbing soothing circles. “The one with the Ancient change me closet, or the one with the book of magic spells, or the one with the tribal chief with the weird staff?”

 

“Magic spell book.” John dropped his face into his hands. “I hate that dream. It’s so real.”

 

Rodney huffed and tugged on John until he settled back beside him. “No it isn’t. In reality, you didn’t need a magic spell, all you had to do was look at me over dinner and say, ‘so, you wanna?’ and that was it.”

 

Smirking at Rodney in the moonlight, John stroked his fingers over his cheek and whispered those magic words again. “So, you wanna?”

 

“Always,” Rodney replied.