Word count: 350ish
Summary: Maybe Firefly wasn't the best thing they could have watched on their day off, and John never sees it coming.
Note: For drianmalcolm, who asked for "day off fic without bad times." I hope this qualifies!
Our Mrs. Reynolds
"It's kind of like that time on MX3-"
"Rodney. We don't talk about MX3-749. Ever." John pointedly took the popcorn bowl away from him.
"Oh, I thought it was a lovely ceremony," said Teyla with a serene smile and a wicked twinkle in her eye.
John made a strangled sound, and Teyla grabbed a handful of popcorn from the bowl.
"At least she didn't wind up back on Atlantis trying to kill everybody," Rodney conceded, while John looked like he wanted to sink through the floor.
"Yet," Ronon commented, grinning.
"Can we talk about something else now?"
"We could talk about that time on MX4-3-"
"So, Colonel, want to swap out the DVDs?"
"Thought you'd never ask."
"Oh, great, her again. I forgot she came back. Can we skip this one?"
"Nope. Gotta have the full experience."
John groaned and let his head fall back onto the couch. After a few seconds, though, he grinned and sat up again.
"What?" asked Rodney suspiciously.
"That looks like something. What is it?"
"Oh, just remembering the ending."
Rodney looked puzzled. "What about it?"
"How much it reminds me of a certain incident on MX7-385."
"Oh, no! No way are you bringing that up!"
"I don't even want to think of all the places you must've had poison ivy. You never did really explain what happened to your clothes, either."
"Stop now or I'll drag Zelenka in here and have him remind you of that time on MX8-"
"He swore never to tell anybody about that!"
"Yeah, well, you should have bribed him better."
Ronon and Teyla exchanged glances.
"Do you even want to know?" Ronon asked.
"I think we will be better off not knowing," Teyla commented.
"Can we just watch the show?" asked John and Rodney at the same time.
"Of course," Teyla said.
"We're trying," Ronon declared.
A few minutes passed. "Just wait until we get to Heart of Gold," Rodney muttered.
John let his head fall back again and rubbed his forehead. "I'm sure there are reports I ought to be writing."