fic update post!

So, wow, there's a marked lack of fic lately, isn't there? Hmmmmm. Anywho, I'm still working on my Cinderella AU, which has been bastardized way past Cinderella into I don't know what. Seriously. Because, when you think about it, Cinderella was kind of a boring story. There's no DRAGONS, people, and as far as I'm concerned, that's just not right. So far, this version is 25 pages and counting. No guarantee of dragons, either, but I'm working on it. (DRAGONS! Almost as cool as ROBOTS!)

Tea. The man – he hadn’t said his name – poured them tea. Ronon had his knees nearly up to his chest, bent in half at the low table, and John wasn’t much better off, legs folded up uncomfortably.

“You’ll want to wait out the rain, of course,” he told them, his grin having morphed into a superior smirk. He dipped a honeyed spoon into John’s cup.

John would’ve protested, except the sounds of the battering weather were actually soothing, a steady rush, a roar of white-noise that made John feel vague and slow. He stirred his tea rhythmically, blinking absently down at the swirl of light amber.

There was something he was supposed to do. He was sure of it.

“We can’t,” he said.

“Oh, you can.” The man shook his head, ponytail swishing back and forth, pushing a plate of sugar cookies towards him. “You’d never find your way. You’d be blind three feet out.”

It was a reasonable argument. And the cookies were really good.

“These cookies are good,” Ronon said gruffly. He had crumbs all over his face, and he lifted a hand to swipe them off. A big, square-fingered hand, and that seemed wrong.

Something was wrong.

Hee!