Wing!fic

So I had weird dreams and then an even weirder day. And you know what happens when that's the case? You write crazy cracked out ficlets about USAF Majors with wings. Yes, I did. I wrote fluffy McSheppy wing!fic. Just go ahead and shoot me.
But people on my LJ seem to be enjoying the crack so I thought I would cross post for anyone else who might find it amusing.
This hasn't been betaed. Feel free to point out errors. And laugh. And mock. And anything else you might have the urge to do.
Rating? I dunno. PG because boys are in bed together? There be no sexins nor nothing though. Tis fluff fluff fluff. With a side order of crack.




Rodney slowed drifting towards consciousness, basking in a feeling of total warmth and security. He snuggled closer into John's side and pulled the blanket closer to his chin. John mumbled something unintelligible and Rodney cracked an eye open.
"Huh" he thought muzzily "I don't remember the blanket being black. Or.." and he opened his other eye "made of feathers..."
"Holy crap JOHN!" he barked in shock, punching John on the shoulder and causing him to jerk awake and roll sideways off the bed, dislodging blankets, books and lamp from the bedside table and a chair sitting near the bed in the process.
"What the hell?" he yelled, yanking a wing forward and staring at it in shock.
Rodney was kneeling on the bed, eyes wide and mouth gaping. He gestured vaguely towards John's shoulders as John scrambled to his feet and craned his neck, trying to look backwards over his shoulder and ending up staggering in a circle, wingspan creating yet more havoc and Rodney having to throw himself flat on the bed to avoid being hit in the head.
"Stop!!" he yelled. "Just, stop moving you moron before you destroy everything in here!"
John ground to a halt, facing Rodney again but with his eyes slanted sideways to the dark wingtips fluttering in his peripheral vision.
Rodney narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.
"Do they..?" he flicked his fingers in the direction of the wings and then made an aborted clapping gesture.
John got the idea and concentrated in the direction of his shoulder blades. There was a noise like tearing silk and John staggered forwards as his centre of balance altered suddenly.
Rodney caught him and they collapsed onto the mattress. Rodney bounced straight back up, grinning down at John like a loon.
"See! I told you it would give you superpowers!"

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"So the machine worked?" Elizabeth looked skeptical.
Rodney nodded happily. "Apparently there was some kind of time delay. Makes sense actually, that the change would occur during sleep. Giving the body time to adjust. Hmmm. We'll have to take some readings later, get Carson to do a scan.." He trailed off looking thoughtfully at John who was standing in the corner of Elizabeth's office, arms folded across his chest, looking mildly embarrassed.
"So, can I see them?"
John coughed and shifted slightly. "Yeah, I guess. Not in there though, they're quite.... wide."
Elizabeth nodded and stood. "Balcony then? Can I call Beckett? He's going to want to see this, I'm sure."
John nodded and turned, Rodney walking with him, arms waving in the air and Elizabeth tapped her earpiece as she followed them out.

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The group stood on the balcony outside the control room, John looking slightly sheepish, Rodney looking at him with a faint hint of worry and the other two opposite, watching eagerly.
"Errr. Now then?" John asked.
"You might want to take off your t-shirt first." Rodney suggested. "It'll get torn otherwise."
John felt slightly stupid, stripping off his shirt and standing, shivering, the centre of attention. Rodney patted his shoulder and took a step back. John closed his eyes and concentrated. He felt the tingle down his back and the sensation of a really good muscle stretch before his train of thought was interrupted by three gasps of shock. He opened his eyes and raised an eyebrow, feeling slightly less foolish and sharing an amused glance with Rodney at the comically surprised faces in front of him. Rodney's eyes narrowed inquisitively.
"Hey, they look different than in be... than before." He coughed. "Sort of, harder maybe?"
Carson nodded dumbly. "They do look tough, sort of metallic. Mebbe it's the light Rodney?"
John shook his head. "No, I don't think so. They feel kind of different." He reached out a hand to the wings which where hunched slightly forward, mirroring his introverted stance and tapped a nail against it. "Definitely different." He frowned.
Carson reached out a hand to touch a wingtip and John reared back suddenly, wings fluttering and rustling back behind him.
"Woah lad, I didn't mean to... Sorry."
"No, its.. I'm sorry. They are just kind of sensitive. New." John flushed and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.
Rodney had stepped closer and was peering at the feathers, his eyes narrowed in though. His nearness seemed to calm John and the ruffled feathers settled as Rodney ran a finger along the leading edge of the wing.
Elizabeth didn't fail to notice the change in John and the fact the feathers Rodney touched seemed to take on a softer, gentler appearance and she shared a knowing glance with Carson. Subtlety really was neither John nor Rodney's strength but the change from friends to lovers had been so gradual she wasn't sure many had noticed. Rodney's awed voice interrupted her train of thought.
"John" he breathed "I think they are responding to your mood. This is incredible! We shall have to collect some data on this, do some comprehensive testing.."
Carson cut in "Aye, can you fly with them?"
John shook his head "I haven't tried yet. It seemed..."
"I wouldn't let him. I thought you should take a look first and we needed to make sure no marines would take a pot shot at him thinking he was some kind of giant crow or something."
Elizabeth nodded in approval. "Good. I'm glad you informed me first. Would you like to try now?"
John dropped his eyes to the floor and the wings rustled again, the feathers snickering against each other like the blades of scissors, the metallic edge more pronounced as the wings curled forward, wrapping round him almost like a blanket.
"Not with an audience. Not really." he said in a low voice.
She nodded again. "Of course John. In your own time. I would like it if Rodney accompanied you for any testing you might want to do though. In case anything happens. That won't be a problem?" She smiled at him and John smiled back, wings tucking neatly back behind his back.
"No, that won't be a problem at all."
And it wouldn't. Because when John looked over and met Rodney's eyes, it felt like he was already airborne.


Love and crack!
*klo*