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oh, dear. I'm so very sorry. BUT STUPID LJ IS ALL WRONG AND DIFFERENT.

Title: POPE IOANNES IN DANGER. SEND REINFORCEMENTS. ALSO MOLTE PISTOLE.
Author: esteefee
Pairing: John/Rodney
Rating: PG
Words: 1,401
Categories: crack, established relationship, SG-1 crossover, h/c
Warnings: blasphemy
Summary: Pope Ioannes is needed back at the Vatican. Oh, trickery!
A/N: Part of the Pope John series.


POPE IOANNES IN DANGER. SEND REINFORCEMENTS. ALSO MOLTE PISTOLE.

by esteefee



"You can't be serious," Rodney cried as he watched the former pope stuff his vestments into his duffel bag, gold and cream flashing everywhere.

Rodney couldn't believe John was leaving. It was unsupportable, when Rodney had numerous unfinished experiments with the orb still pending and also many sexual positions with John still left untested.

"I have to go, Rodney," John said, his brow set. He folded his mitre away more carefully and then wrapped his sacred orb in a piece of red plaid flannel and tucked it into the corner of his duffel. "I'm needed at the Holy See."

"I'm sure it's nothing. You know how hysterical Senor—"

"Monsignore—"

"Monsignore Tarantino is when he gets into the port."

John rolled his eyes and pulled out the crumpled telegram. "'Most Holy Father, please come at once. Stop. La malvagità è dappertutto. Stop. The Holy See trembles at the foundation. Stop. Only the light of the One True Orb will save us. Stop. PS: Please bring Duty Free French cigarettes.' Doesn't sound like hysteria to me."

"Maybe he's possessed?" Rodney said weakly.

"Riiight." John zipped his bag and slung it over his shoulder. "Well, I'm off. Give my love to the Bishop and try to keep Sister Teyla out of trouble."

"You know she's teaching the O'Neill clone how to fly—"

"Yeah," John said with heavy bitterness. "Apparently he's 'pure' enough."

"She's totally biased."

:::

A plot. Of course it was a plot, a Trust plot, which Rodney only figured out after John had already left and was embroiled in the nastiness. Apparently the Trust had infiltrated the Vatican in order to lure John away. And with him, the Orb.

They had him imprisoned somewhere deep in the catacombs, and it was only thanks to a short message Monsignore Tarantino managed to get out before his tragic demise (a man really shouldn't die on the rack in this day and age) that Rodney even heard about it.

"POPE IOANNES IN DANGER. SEND REINFORCEMENTS. ALSO MOLTE PISTOLE."

Rodney, Bishop Ronon and Sister Teyla got loaded for bear, along with some of the SGC's very finest marines, including two explosives experts, one of whom who looked like a playboy bunny but whose eyes perked up at the odor of plastique, and Sergeant Siler, who insisted he be part of the extraction team.

"All right, men—and, er, woman—" Rodney said, "we're going in hot. Be, uh, ready on my six, nine, twelve and...three o'clock." He paused and gave them a stern look. "Stay frosty."

There was a rattling ratchet of guns being primed all around him—the sound echoed all around the apse—and then they charged down into the catacombs.

:::

Ronon promptly got them all lost.

"I thought you knew this place like the back of your hand?" Rodney griped.

"They've changed everything. Moved the rooms around. And everything is different colors. 'S weird," Ronon said, his face scrunched up in aggravation. "All the names are missing from the crypts so you can't even tell who's buried there."

Rodney shivered. "Well, keep trying. John's got to be down here somewhere. They wanted him for his orb..." Snapping his fingers, Rodney hauled out his work in progress, the Proto-Oromatic, meant to incapacitate all Priors within a twenty-foot radius. Of course, it first had to lock onto the Orb as a resonant resource, and then eventually it would take that energy band and amplify it. If Rodney could ever figure out what the hell kind of rays the Orb was emitting.

However, the lock was functioning, sort of—at least it could feasibly work as a locator—

"There! I have him. Well, the Orb, in any event, is approximately thirty meters in that direction." Rodney looked up when silence greeted his revelation, and discovered he was pointing at solid rock. "Ah. So, find us a way around?"

Ronon grunted something that would surely earn him a few "Hail Mary"s at his next confession, and led them down a fork to the left.

:::

"Those...are not...monks!" Teyla's cornette had been shot off, and her wimple was decidedly wrinkled.

"Just keep firing! We're almost there!"

:::

"You know, I didn't vote for you; what gives you the idea I'm going to be your Holy Vessel? And, yuck, by the way. I didn't mean that the way it sounded, Kinsey."

Teyla made a glad noise, immediately squelching it with her hand, and she squeezed Rodney's shoulder in warning when he almost bolted forward at the sound of John's voice echoing down the narrow corridor. Ronon peered around the corner and then signaled back with two fingers.

"You'll do as I tell you, Sheppard. I've waited a long time for this. Now, make the light burn in the Sacred Chalice so I can drink and become one with my destiny."

"I think your destiny is pretty much self-fulfilling, asshole."

There was a loud, rattling creak, and then John gave a stifled groan.

Ronon bared his teeth.

"Fascinating, these devices," Kinsey said airily. "You'd think the Church would have gotten rid of them after that Inquisition debacle. But I guess they wanted to keep something in reserve. Just in case." There was another creak, and then a clunk.

John yelped.

Ronon dropped his fist, and they all charged forward, Rodney in the lead, the sleeve of his robe dropping away from his gun.

:::

"Ow. Ow. Ow."

"Stop being such a big baby," Rodney said, tugging the rope fibers from John's skin.

"I was on the rack, Rodney."

"Yes, well, that's why they call it torture."

There was silence while John stared at him in disbelief, and then, fortunately, Teyla came over and from somewhere beneath her habit produced a salve, which she gently slathered on John's wrists, giving Rodney a glare he utterly failed to interpret.

Meanwhile, Ronon was pacing back and forth within the small chamber, grimacing occasionally and swinging by Kinsey to boot him in the ass. Since Kinsey was bound and gagged on the floor, he couldn't do much but utter a muffled grunt, but it did serve to make John smile a tiny smile each time.

"Ronon," Teyla chided. "Have you learned nothing in your time at San Tanco?" She stood gracefully and walked over to them. "You must arch your foot for a better toe point." She demonstrated, delivering a swift kick to the meat just below Kinsey's butt.

Kinsey howled into the gag.

"The Sisters of San Tanco almost made the World Cup last year," Rodney informed him with satisfaction.

"What're we going to do about this place?" Ronon said abruptly. "They messed it all up."

"I think I can help with that, buddy," John said. "I just need to get the Orb into the Basilica di San Giovanni."

"Well, not all the changes are bad," Rodney said, ignoring Ronon's glare. "I like some of the colors."

"So, we'll keep the good stuff, put back the stuff we miss," John said.

"No nameless crypts." Rodney shivered.

"Not a chance." John raised his arm to give Rodney a pat, and winced theatrically. "Ow."

"Yes, yes," Rodney said, "tortured." He started rubbing John's shoulders, and John gave a happy little sigh, then tilted his head.

"Hey, do I look taller to you guys?"

:::

So, John used the Orb to restore the Vatican to its former glory, the fire lighting his hands and burning through him, out and then down, the ground shaking with the force of it as the foundation changed under their feet.

Then they all hopped on Teyla's puddlejumper for the flight home, the marines bitching that they hadn't gotten to blow anything up.

"Did you, or did you not, get to shoot multiple Trust agents with impunity?" Rodney said, glaring them down.

"Yes," Lieutenant Ford said sullenly.

"Then none of your lip. We're bringing home a very naughty ex-vice president in chains—" Ronon had found some nicely rusty ones in the catacombs. "—and we'll be back in time for Friday Fish Night. I think we're having poached salmon."

But first, Rodney thought as John slumped against him and Rodney surreptitiously rubbed his nose in John's ridiculous hair, a visit to Tiberius' Reliquary was in order.

And then, Position #22 on Rodney's personal list of "Is Pope John Really That Flexible?"

Surely, after his time on the rack, well—let it not be said Dr. Rodney McKay didn't know how to take advantage of life's opportunities.


End.


  • La malvagità è dappertutto. -- "Evil is everywhere."


  • Comments

    ( 38 comments — Leave a comment )
    squidgiepdx
    Dec. 21st, 2011 09:45 pm (UTC)
    EEEEEEE!!!!!!
    That dolphin noise you no-doubt heard coming from the Southwest was me, when I got notice that you'd just published something new for this 'verse.

    BUT I'M IN SPREADSHEET HELL AND CAN'T READ IT RIGHT NOW!!!! ::pouts::
    esteefee
    Dec. 21st, 2011 09:57 pm (UTC)
    Re: EEEEEEE!!!!!!
    MUAHA evil laughings can be heard from here to the Southwest. SPREADSHEETS ARE JUST NOT CRACKY ENUF.
    squidgiepdx
    Dec. 25th, 2011 12:19 am (UTC)
    YAY!!!!!
    I MANAGED TO FINISH READING THIS AND NOT INJURE MYSELF!!! :)

    Okay, so I did prep myself when I came upon the 'Stay Frosty' reference again - I made sure I wasn't drinking anything and my mouth was dry. No sucking of spit into my lungs this time. YAY!!! :)

    And oh my god, this was wonderful. MOLTE PISTOLE indeed! And EEEE!!! You even got Aiden in there as a Marine! Poor Marines - they didn't get to blow anything up. Don't worry boys, Il Flessibile Papa has many, many more tricks up his sleeve; he'll need something blown up sooner or later!!!

    Now I want an official FIFA jersey of the Sisters of San Tanco Futbol team!!!

    Edited at 2011-12-25 12:19 am (UTC)
    squidgiepdx
    Dec. 30th, 2011 04:41 am (UTC)
    Re: EEEEEEE!!!!!!
    Also? We were watching something on TiVo last night (Alton Brown I think) and he used the phrase "stay frosty". Patrick started to worry when I was on the floor, convulsing so much from laughter. :)
    wpadmirer
    Dec. 21st, 2011 09:56 pm (UTC)
    A delightfully silly! Thank you!
    esteefee
    Dec. 21st, 2011 09:58 pm (UTC)
    eee, you are welcome. thank you for putting up with my silly. :D
    kassrachel
    Dec. 21st, 2011 10:01 pm (UTC)
    "Those...are not...monks!" Teyla's habit had been shot off, and her wimple was decidedly wrinkled.

    AHAHAHAHA.

    ::dying::
    esteefee
    Dec. 21st, 2011 10:15 pm (UTC)
    doh! actually, it's her cornette that gets shot off. must fix!

    still, hee. that was a favorite. :D
    trillingstar
    Dec. 21st, 2011 11:57 pm (UTC)
    A delightful mix of GenKill and Phineas & Ferb and Team-y goodness! Loved John wanting to know if he looked taller and Rodney rubbing his nose in John's hair.

    Also you were MOST MISLEADING in your preview. Well done!
    esteefee
    Dec. 22nd, 2011 01:01 am (UTC)
    whatever do you mean? ::blinks::

    :D

    OH HAI BB I WUZ JUST GOING TO WRITE BJ AND THIS HAPPEN.
    tavabean
    Dec. 22nd, 2011 01:22 am (UTC)
    Bless you!!!
    esteefee
    Dec. 22nd, 2011 01:31 am (UTC)
    :) I need all the help I can get!
    chkc
    Dec. 22nd, 2011 03:02 am (UTC)
    Everything about this ficlet makes me go :D

    Duty free cigarettes! Rodney's little before-battle instructions! John essentially using the orb for reconstruction and interior decorating! Heee.

    esteefee
    Dec. 22nd, 2011 03:55 am (UTC)
    it's an all-purpose orb. :)

    stay frosty, bb!
    mab_browne
    Dec. 22nd, 2011 03:16 am (UTC)
    I have a big silly grin right now.
    esteefee
    Dec. 22nd, 2011 03:55 am (UTC)
    :DDDDD
    ceitie
    Dec. 22nd, 2011 03:37 am (UTC)
    Hee! AMAZING. I especially love John's "yuck" at the idea of being Kinsey's, ahem, Holy Vessel.
    esteefee
    Dec. 22nd, 2011 03:56 am (UTC)
    dude, me, too. srsly. :)
    d_odyssey
    Dec. 22nd, 2011 03:47 am (UTC)
    Hahaha, "Do I look taller?" Guess Kinsey and his goons won't be messing with Teyla's cornette again! Now about that Position #22...

    Wonderful addition to the verse, thanks for the smiles and mirth.
    esteefee
    Dec. 22nd, 2011 03:56 am (UTC)
    Now about that Position #22...

    I think I saw it on chkc's journal recently... :D
    elderwitty
    Dec. 22nd, 2011 04:36 am (UTC)
    POPE IOANNES IN DANGER. SEND REINFORCEMENTS. ALSO MOLTE PISTOLE.
    You are ALL the awesome, m'dear. This was just the big giggle I needed before toddling off to bed.

    I especially like the pep talk Rodney cobbled together before the op. I guess all those nights watching action flicks with John have finally paid off. (Other than the part where they get him all worked up and Rodney can persuade him to try another of the positions on the spreadsheet.) :grin:

    esteefee
    Dec. 22nd, 2011 05:12 am (UTC)
    Re: POPE IOANNES IN DANGER. SEND REINFORCEMENTS. ALSO MOLTE PISTOLE.
    he worked hard on that pep talk, witty! he got them all fired up into battlemonk mode! :D
    winter_elf
    Dec. 22nd, 2011 04:57 am (UTC)
    hahahahahahaha!
    esteefee
    Dec. 22nd, 2011 04:58 am (UTC)
    :D
    wanted_a_pony
    Dec. 22nd, 2011 10:35 am (UTC)
    < snrk > Can I have some of what you're adding to your eggnog?!? This is seriously skewed--but in a good way! Thanks very much for writing & sharing this for our holiday happiness.

    P.S.--Whyever isn't Pope John "pure enough" for Teyla to teach him to fly? That just seems mean!
    esteefee
    Dec. 22nd, 2011 10:17 pm (UTC)
    dude, blame LJ! :D happy holidays!!

    (I think Teyla is just teasing him. All good things come to Popes who wait... :)
    blackchaps
    Dec. 22nd, 2011 02:11 pm (UTC)
    You are SO going to hell. Also??? FRIDAY FISH NIGHT FTW!!!!

    rofl
    esteefee
    Dec. 23rd, 2011 04:25 am (UTC)
    You are SO going to hell.

    oh, I don't think there's any doubt about that. :D

    FFN! \o/
    hoktauri
    Dec. 22nd, 2011 10:52 pm (UTC)
    OH DEAR LORD. This was just all kinds of fabulous! The catacombs with no names, the Trust/Kinsey, Teyla teaching the O'Neill clone how to fly--so much to love!

    And this!! And then, Position #22 on Rodney's personal list of "Is Pope John Really That Flexible?"

    Mmmmm, nummmmy.
    esteefee
    Dec. 23rd, 2011 04:25 am (UTC)
    hee. Kinsey is such a bastard, I've been wanting to kick his ass for just ages. :D

    thanks, h!
    omg_wtf_yeah
    Dec. 23rd, 2011 01:04 am (UTC)
    Oh wow, this is weird and I like it very much. Giggled(! omg) at too many parts to list. ;D
    esteefee
    Dec. 23rd, 2011 04:26 am (UTC)
    yis, it is so deeply wrong. I'm most heartily sorry. :D
    omg_wtf_yeah
    Dec. 23rd, 2011 05:03 am (UTC)
    You be busy being sorry, I'll be busy rereading. ;)
    esteefee
    Dec. 23rd, 2011 05:19 am (UTC)
    eee! join us in the wrongness. :))) (grab an icon while you're at it.)
    omg_wtf_yeah
    Dec. 23rd, 2011 05:47 am (UTC)
    LOL definitely. Did! ;D
    crysothemis
    Dec. 24th, 2011 01:27 am (UTC)
    *giggles madly*
    lilyfarfalla
    Dec. 24th, 2011 06:23 am (UTC)
    Hahahha, oh, yes, thank you, that was much needed.
    ozsaur
    Dec. 24th, 2011 02:52 pm (UTC)
    Stay frosty! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

    And all the rest! BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
    ( 38 comments — Leave a comment )

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