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Title: Out Of Bounds
Author: Icarus
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: John/Rodney
Summary: Not one of the students stood higher than John's armpit.
A/N: Thank you to my intrepid (and overworked) betas,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dossier and rabidfan. Thank you to libitina and roaringmice for inside intel and spywork at Skate America. Special thanks to sarka for all the help with Czech history and language. Okay, so I did a teenie, tiny bit of scene reorganization. You'll barely notice it. I promise.
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Out Of Bounds
by Icarus
Rodney rubbed the back of his neck as they sat in the car outside the studio. Young children in what looked like pajamas hurried behind their parents, and the glass door swung open and shut. "So. This is usually very expensive but Teyla owes me a favor or two having to do with the visa for her teacher, master whoever-it-is—it's convoluted, but anyway, she's accepting you as a student on a limited basis. She says that she will decide if she feels that you're teachable."
"Teachable?" John echoed.
"Yes, I know." Rodney winced. "Which probably means you'll get three lessons out of her, maybe five before she boots you to the curb, but perhaps that'll be enough to, oh," Rodney rolled his hands, circling over each other, "work into your regimen. Bring out your intensity."
"My what?"
Rodney ignored that and added, "She knows about the injury and promised she'd go easy on you. At first."
Inside, the studio looked like the set for every kung-fu movie John had ever seen. Except for the beautiful woman with dark skin and honey-colored hair who approached them.
"This must be John," she said, smiling serenely.
"You've told her about me," John said out of the corner of his mouth to Rodney, his own smile freezing.
"We've spoken at length," she agreed in that same even tone. "Rodney feels you will be an exceptional student," she added with a raised eyebrow. There was a faint trace of doubt in her voice.
"Well, I don't think he should lie to...." John blinked in pain as Rodney stepped on his foot.
"He has tremendous ... potential," Rodney managed, cringing. He was probably one of the worst liars in history. John gave her his best smile.
"I see."
Her own smile didn't waver but there was a sharp light in her eyes that made John suspect they weren't putting one over on her. He mentally adjusted his tenure here to two days, tops.
"Why don't we have you start with the first level students?" she said, drawing John aside. Her nod to Rodney was a polite dismissal.
"Yes, I'll, uh...." Rodney made a helpless gesture, turning in a half circle to scan the walls for a chair. "...I'll wait, uh, sit, uh... hmm." His hand went to his lips in consternation, then he thumbed over his shoulder. "I'll... be out in the car." He beat a hasty retreat.
Thus abandoned, John took in a nervous breath as he followed her, hanging back a step. "So, ah, what exactly, uh...?" he trailed off.
She gave him a quizzical look.
"I mean, are you like, the master of the dojo here?" John grinned. "You know, call me 'grasshopper' and stuff like that?"
Her face went blank, chin lowering as she gave him a flat stare. "You want me to call you 'grasshopper.'"
"No, no, no... I just... like Kung Fu, it was a TV show... you know what?" John said, licking his lips and letting his hand drop. "Never mind." He looked at the ceiling and revised his tenure to one day.
She gave John a folded white uniform and a white belt, directing him to the dressing room. John wasn't sure if he should leave his socks on or not, then decided they probably smelled so they were all better off with them gone. He stepped out of the dressing room shyly, feeling weirdly naked under the loose robes, like he was walking around in his underwear or the pajamas he wore as a kid.
"Good," Teyla said, as John followed her behind a long string of teenagers wearing blue and red belts, who encircled a pair that were sparring. A dark-haired girl did a high kick that the tall guy blocked with an upraised fist, knocking it aside. She turned and spun a side kick at his abdomen that connected before he could step away. John flinched. The wooden floor was cold under John's feet and he was starting to regret the sock decision.
Teyla opened a door to a larger back room where still another group of students waited, straightening like a military squadron as she entered.
Not one of the students stood higher than John's armpit.
"They are somewhat more advanced than you but I am sure you will catch up without difficulty," she said, without a trace of irony.
John couldn't figure if she'd done this on purpose or not. But he was willing to bet, from the calculated manner in which she looked away, that this was some kind of test. Smiling a little at the floor, he went to the end of the line of kids and folded his hands in front of himself without comment. They bowed to Teyla in unison, which somehow made John look at her a little differently.
"Let us begin."
He spent the rest of the hour being corrected and shown what to do by the Karate Little League.
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Title: Out Of Bounds
Author: Icarus
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: John/Rodney
Summary: Not one of the students stood higher than John's armpit.
A/N: Thank you to my intrepid (and overworked) betas,
dossier and rabidfan. Thank you to libitina and roaringmice for inside intel and spywork at Skate America. Special thanks to sarka for all the help with Czech history and language. Okay, so I did a teenie, tiny bit of scene reorganization. You'll barely notice it. I promise.Previously in Out Of Bounds: Known more for his jumps than his artistry, figure skater John Sheppard hires ex-skating champion and 'artiste' Rodney McKay to be his coach. John temporarily moves into Rodney's house, but his recovery takes longer than planned. Now, the slow process of reconditioning.
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Out Of Bounds
by Icarus
Rodney rubbed the back of his neck as they sat in the car outside the studio. Young children in what looked like pajamas hurried behind their parents, and the glass door swung open and shut. "So. This is usually very expensive but Teyla owes me a favor or two having to do with the visa for her teacher, master whoever-it-is—it's convoluted, but anyway, she's accepting you as a student on a limited basis. She says that she will decide if she feels that you're teachable."
"Teachable?" John echoed.
"Yes, I know." Rodney winced. "Which probably means you'll get three lessons out of her, maybe five before she boots you to the curb, but perhaps that'll be enough to, oh," Rodney rolled his hands, circling over each other, "work into your regimen. Bring out your intensity."
"My what?"
Rodney ignored that and added, "She knows about the injury and promised she'd go easy on you. At first."
Inside, the studio looked like the set for every kung-fu movie John had ever seen. Except for the beautiful woman with dark skin and honey-colored hair who approached them.
"This must be John," she said, smiling serenely.
"You've told her about me," John said out of the corner of his mouth to Rodney, his own smile freezing.
"We've spoken at length," she agreed in that same even tone. "Rodney feels you will be an exceptional student," she added with a raised eyebrow. There was a faint trace of doubt in her voice.
"Well, I don't think he should lie to...." John blinked in pain as Rodney stepped on his foot.
"He has tremendous ... potential," Rodney managed, cringing. He was probably one of the worst liars in history. John gave her his best smile.
"I see."
Her own smile didn't waver but there was a sharp light in her eyes that made John suspect they weren't putting one over on her. He mentally adjusted his tenure here to two days, tops.
"Why don't we have you start with the first level students?" she said, drawing John aside. Her nod to Rodney was a polite dismissal.
"Yes, I'll, uh...." Rodney made a helpless gesture, turning in a half circle to scan the walls for a chair. "...I'll wait, uh, sit, uh... hmm." His hand went to his lips in consternation, then he thumbed over his shoulder. "I'll... be out in the car." He beat a hasty retreat.
Thus abandoned, John took in a nervous breath as he followed her, hanging back a step. "So, ah, what exactly, uh...?" he trailed off.
She gave him a quizzical look.
"I mean, are you like, the master of the dojo here?" John grinned. "You know, call me 'grasshopper' and stuff like that?"
Her face went blank, chin lowering as she gave him a flat stare. "You want me to call you 'grasshopper.'"
"No, no, no... I just... like Kung Fu, it was a TV show... you know what?" John said, licking his lips and letting his hand drop. "Never mind." He looked at the ceiling and revised his tenure to one day.
She gave John a folded white uniform and a white belt, directing him to the dressing room. John wasn't sure if he should leave his socks on or not, then decided they probably smelled so they were all better off with them gone. He stepped out of the dressing room shyly, feeling weirdly naked under the loose robes, like he was walking around in his underwear or the pajamas he wore as a kid.
"Good," Teyla said, as John followed her behind a long string of teenagers wearing blue and red belts, who encircled a pair that were sparring. A dark-haired girl did a high kick that the tall guy blocked with an upraised fist, knocking it aside. She turned and spun a side kick at his abdomen that connected before he could step away. John flinched. The wooden floor was cold under John's feet and he was starting to regret the sock decision.
Teyla opened a door to a larger back room where still another group of students waited, straightening like a military squadron as she entered.
Not one of the students stood higher than John's armpit.
"They are somewhat more advanced than you but I am sure you will catch up without difficulty," she said, without a trace of irony.
John couldn't figure if she'd done this on purpose or not. But he was willing to bet, from the calculated manner in which she looked away, that this was some kind of test. Smiling a little at the floor, he went to the end of the line of kids and folded his hands in front of himself without comment. They bowed to Teyla in unison, which somehow made John look at her a little differently.
"Let us begin."
He spent the rest of the hour being corrected and shown what to do by the Karate Little League.
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Date: 2008-03-03 04:32 am (UTC)Oh. And there's another part, here: http://icarusancalion.livejournal.com/738190.html
I backtracked and added this scene.
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Date: 2008-03-03 06:42 am (UTC)Worth going back for :) Thank you.
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Date: 2008-03-03 05:39 pm (UTC)