Disclaimer: still not mine
Rodney was looking bruised, beaten and dejected in the corner. Willow had also been roughed up but they hadn’t been so harsh on her.
“Can’t you just poof us out of here?”
“Rodney, if ancient technology gets you locked up for witchcraft on this planet, I don’t see that the real thing is going to do us any favours. I’ve already been burnt at the stake and I really don’t fancy going for another round.”
“You were burnt at the stake?” Rodney asked incredulously.
“Well, tied to a stake with the flames licking at our ankles but Mum was under the influence of a demon at the time.” Willow shrugged.
“Your *mother* tried to burn you at the stake!”
“Yes but as I said she was under the influence.”
“And you think that excuses it?”
“I got over it. Sometimes they just seemed more like legal guardians than parents, they had their careers and tended to be away a lot. Anyway it was all conveniently brushed under that carpet by the time they returned from their next trip. Repression can be a wonderful thing. In the grand scheme of the Hellmouth, it wasn’t so bad.”
Rodney fell silent. Willow mentally cursed herself for blurting all that out. She really thought she’d moved past all her ‘issues’ with her parents. She sighed deciding to put it down to being tired and overemotional, which was hardly surprising seeing as she’d been kidnapped. Again.
Maybe she should write a handbook on it, including chapters on ‘How to deal with boredom’, ‘Don’t bait your captor’, ‘Avoiding being killed’ and ‘Preventing Stockholm syndrome’. SGA could help after all they’d had experience too. She glanced over at Rodney who was staring at her again. She simply raised an eyebrow in query.
“You were having a mental babble weren’t you?”
Willow blushed and ducked her head.
“Sorry it’s just that when you listen to one, a babble I mean, you never notice. I guess I’ve never watched your face, it’s,” Rodney fell silent as he saw her expression. “Are you going to toad me?”
“Toad you?” Willow bit her lip and tried to maintain her glare. “Sheppard?” She queried. Rodney nodded and edged further into his corner.
Willow couldn’t help it and started to laugh. Eventually Rodney relaxed and began to laugh as well.
Suddenly the door burst open.
“Well it’s about bloody time!” The pair chorused before breaking down into giggles again.
“I was expecting more grateful appreciation, hugs and all round awe and wonder at our turning up in the nick of time.”
“You call this the nick of time? We’ve been here for days!” Rodney shouted.
“Hours, McKay, hours.”
“Well it felt like days and it was plenty of time for 'let’s use Rodney as a punching bag' but of course for the spiked wonder it was just in the nick of time.” Rodney ranted as he followed Sheppard on route back to the gate.
Willow interrupted his tirade by gently touching his arm and drawing his attention to the village square.
“THEY WERE GOING TO BURN US AT THE STAKE!”