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sga_flashficTitle: It Started with a Favor
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jennamajig
Pairing: McKay/Beckett
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: not mine.
Summary: When Carson helps out a friend, he ends up meeting someone he can't quite forget.
Notes: for the Harlequin challenge. More like a snippet, really. And I'm on crack. Un-betaed crack, actually.
Carson Beckett sighed. Why had he agreed to do this? Was he doormat? Was that written on his forehead?
"You're not a doormat," a voice chimed in behind him, as if she was reading his thoughts. "You're just an obviously wonderful person doing me the biggest favor I could ever ask for."
Carson sighed. "You know, Elizabeth, I think that's the very definition of the word doormat."
"Carson, you're too hard on yourself. And I appreciate it. Greatly. I mean, here I am running a biomedical engineering company and letting my employees slack on their physicals. What would the media say?"
"They'd laugh at the irony of it all, I think. And I know you appreciate it. I'm sorry. I'm just tired, I guess." His Scottish accent was heavy as he spoke, only accenting his fatigue.
She frowned. "When did you get home last night?"
He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Last night? Try this morning. Six a.m., maybe six -thirty. The numbers all tend to blur together."
Elizabeth raised her eyebrows. "Late night? Met someone, perhaps?"
"I wish. I was at the hospital. Almost everyone's out with the flu. We're all working doubles and triples, it seems."
She patted his shoulder. "I get Peter to bring you some coffee. The caffeine will help."
"That would be wonderful, luv." He glanced at the stack of files from the latest company physician and selected one at random and opened it. "Rodney McKay," he read. "Well, guess he goes first."
--
Rodney McKay was overtired, overworked, and pissy. Which, of course, meant it was just another workday for him. He'd already yelled at four people by nine-thirty. At nine-forty-five, he had a shouting match with the scientist directly below him, Radek Zelenka.
"I don't care if it'll take all morning to redo!" he shouted at at a staff member, pointing in Zelenka's direction. "Blame Dr. Fumbles McStupid over there for not thinking before mashing his hands on the keyboard!"
"Not thinking...? Fine, Rodney, *I* made a mistake! But it was only while doing what *you* wanted me to do."
"What I wanted you to do? I wanted you to actually wait until you understand *what* you were doing before leapt to conclusions and pushed enter!"
"These are simulations, Rodney! We've never 100% percent sure they will work. Now, do you want me to fix the problem or do you want to berate me and the rest of your staff some more?"
"I think I'll follow you so I can do both."
Zelenka sighed. "Thankfully, no you will not. Weir arranged for physicals this morning, or did you forget? She has called twice already to remind you." He pointed to the memo taped to Rodney's door, most likely by Elizabeth herself. Rodney sighed; she knew him too well.
"Therefore, I fix, you go get poked and prodded, no?"
Rodney pursed his lips. "Fine. But I'll have plenty of time to continue when I get back."
"I do not doubt it," Radek responded.
--
The second Rodney stepped into the exam room Carson knew they'd be a problem. He just wasn't sure what it was until the man left.
Dr. McKay was rude and abrasive, calling medical science "voodoo" and then going on and on about his extensive medical history.
"How can you say medicine is 'voodoo' when you work for a biomedical engineering company?" Carson commented as he noted McKay's blood pressure in his file. Too high; a product of stress, no doubt. But whether McKay was in mist of it or causing it himself was quite another matter.
"Note the word 'engineering,'" McKay shot back. "I don't spend my days offering false hope and misdiagnoses."
"You sound a wee bit bitter."
"No comment."
Carson found himself feeling sorry for a split second. Did McKay lose someone due to another doctor's poor diagnosis skills?
The sympathy faded, however when McKay started swinging his feet impatiently. "Can we get on with this? I have important work to do. Unlike some people."
Carson raised an eyebrow, but finished the exam. McKay left and it was when Carson was labeling his blood samples to send off to the lab that it hit him.
There was more to Rodney McKay. And oddly, enough, it intrigued him to no end.
Though he doubted he'd ever run into the man again.
--
Rodney ran from the exam room as fast as he could. He was rude, a normal trait for him. His mind was always running and most people only tended to interrupt another brilliant thought.
Doctor Carson Beckett was certainly one of those people.
He tried to think of it as pure irritation. Tried to insult medical doctors as a whole. Tried to again use his painful past and developed hatred of a physician's attitude to push any other thoughts of Beckett out of his head.
It wasn't working.
It had to be the blue eyes. So sincere and kind. In fact, McKay doubted that the man had a mean bone in his body. He'd clearly taken on this project last minute, since McKay knew the previous company physician had left Elizabeth with a day's notice. He must be a friend of hers, a good one, in fact.
And then there was accent. My god, he thought he could get off simply hearing Beckett recite names from the phone book. Scottish, he thoughtm thinking all his one visit there for a conference some years back. The food wasn't exactly up to his standards, but the accents...
No! This was stupid. He had no time to be daydreaming and he didn't even *like* daydreaming. It was pointless and he wasn't some fourteen-year-old girl lusting over her high school crush. He was grown man who had work to do.
Rodney spied Zelenka. Although, did actually respect the Czech's engineering abilities, Rodney never admitted it and want for agruments instead. And an agrument was what he needed to get Beckett out of his head.
Besides, he'd treated the guy like an ass and would never see him again. Best to forget.
--
Neither man knew actually how it happened. But they bumped heads as they made their way out of the building that evening and blue eyes met blue eyes.
Next thing they knew, they were naked and draped over each other and there was a empty package of condoms on the bedside table.
Rodney was the first to awake.
And he fled.
--
He thought it was over. Thought he'd never have to see the Scot ever again. Didn't want to think about the fact that it was possibly the best night of sex he'd ever had.
He wanted to hate the man. After all he hated doctors. Hated the doctor who hate told him to his then six-year-old face that his mother would be fine. The doctor lied. All doctors lied.
So, of course, irony haunted his life when he got a job in a biomedical engineering company. But the money was wonderful, and they let him do whatever the hell he hated, practically tossing money at his feet. He might even be able to help others like his mother.
Make sure doctor weren't lying.
Therefore, he should hate Beckett. Never want to see him again.
Yet...
"Rodney? I'm having dinner with a friend tomorrow night. You need a break. You should come," Elizabeth asked.
He rolled his eyes. "You never ask me to dinner. Why are you starting now? Besides you know how I am in public."
"I do," she agreed. "But I think you'll benefit from this dinner. He's an important guy."
"Oh, really. Who you having dinner with? The Pope?"
"No," she replied with a smile. "His name is Carson Beckett. I think you know him. He certainly knows you."
Rodney felt the color drain from his face.
--
End snippet. Tack on a Harlequin ending, which of course involves Rodney and Carson having heaving amounts of passionate sex. With no condoms. Oh, and then one of them ends up pregnant! And...oh wait, I'm on even more crack or perhaps have just read too many of those damn books...oh crack!fic...;)
Author:
jennamajigPairing: McKay/Beckett
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: not mine.
Summary: When Carson helps out a friend, he ends up meeting someone he can't quite forget.
Notes: for the Harlequin challenge. More like a snippet, really. And I'm on crack. Un-betaed crack, actually.
Carson Beckett sighed. Why had he agreed to do this? Was he doormat? Was that written on his forehead?
"You're not a doormat," a voice chimed in behind him, as if she was reading his thoughts. "You're just an obviously wonderful person doing me the biggest favor I could ever ask for."
Carson sighed. "You know, Elizabeth, I think that's the very definition of the word doormat."
"Carson, you're too hard on yourself. And I appreciate it. Greatly. I mean, here I am running a biomedical engineering company and letting my employees slack on their physicals. What would the media say?"
"They'd laugh at the irony of it all, I think. And I know you appreciate it. I'm sorry. I'm just tired, I guess." His Scottish accent was heavy as he spoke, only accenting his fatigue.
She frowned. "When did you get home last night?"
He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Last night? Try this morning. Six a.m., maybe six -thirty. The numbers all tend to blur together."
Elizabeth raised her eyebrows. "Late night? Met someone, perhaps?"
"I wish. I was at the hospital. Almost everyone's out with the flu. We're all working doubles and triples, it seems."
She patted his shoulder. "I get Peter to bring you some coffee. The caffeine will help."
"That would be wonderful, luv." He glanced at the stack of files from the latest company physician and selected one at random and opened it. "Rodney McKay," he read. "Well, guess he goes first."
--
Rodney McKay was overtired, overworked, and pissy. Which, of course, meant it was just another workday for him. He'd already yelled at four people by nine-thirty. At nine-forty-five, he had a shouting match with the scientist directly below him, Radek Zelenka.
"I don't care if it'll take all morning to redo!" he shouted at at a staff member, pointing in Zelenka's direction. "Blame Dr. Fumbles McStupid over there for not thinking before mashing his hands on the keyboard!"
"Not thinking...? Fine, Rodney, *I* made a mistake! But it was only while doing what *you* wanted me to do."
"What I wanted you to do? I wanted you to actually wait until you understand *what* you were doing before leapt to conclusions and pushed enter!"
"These are simulations, Rodney! We've never 100% percent sure they will work. Now, do you want me to fix the problem or do you want to berate me and the rest of your staff some more?"
"I think I'll follow you so I can do both."
Zelenka sighed. "Thankfully, no you will not. Weir arranged for physicals this morning, or did you forget? She has called twice already to remind you." He pointed to the memo taped to Rodney's door, most likely by Elizabeth herself. Rodney sighed; she knew him too well.
"Therefore, I fix, you go get poked and prodded, no?"
Rodney pursed his lips. "Fine. But I'll have plenty of time to continue when I get back."
"I do not doubt it," Radek responded.
--
The second Rodney stepped into the exam room Carson knew they'd be a problem. He just wasn't sure what it was until the man left.
Dr. McKay was rude and abrasive, calling medical science "voodoo" and then going on and on about his extensive medical history.
"How can you say medicine is 'voodoo' when you work for a biomedical engineering company?" Carson commented as he noted McKay's blood pressure in his file. Too high; a product of stress, no doubt. But whether McKay was in mist of it or causing it himself was quite another matter.
"Note the word 'engineering,'" McKay shot back. "I don't spend my days offering false hope and misdiagnoses."
"You sound a wee bit bitter."
"No comment."
Carson found himself feeling sorry for a split second. Did McKay lose someone due to another doctor's poor diagnosis skills?
The sympathy faded, however when McKay started swinging his feet impatiently. "Can we get on with this? I have important work to do. Unlike some people."
Carson raised an eyebrow, but finished the exam. McKay left and it was when Carson was labeling his blood samples to send off to the lab that it hit him.
There was more to Rodney McKay. And oddly, enough, it intrigued him to no end.
Though he doubted he'd ever run into the man again.
--
Rodney ran from the exam room as fast as he could. He was rude, a normal trait for him. His mind was always running and most people only tended to interrupt another brilliant thought.
Doctor Carson Beckett was certainly one of those people.
He tried to think of it as pure irritation. Tried to insult medical doctors as a whole. Tried to again use his painful past and developed hatred of a physician's attitude to push any other thoughts of Beckett out of his head.
It wasn't working.
It had to be the blue eyes. So sincere and kind. In fact, McKay doubted that the man had a mean bone in his body. He'd clearly taken on this project last minute, since McKay knew the previous company physician had left Elizabeth with a day's notice. He must be a friend of hers, a good one, in fact.
And then there was accent. My god, he thought he could get off simply hearing Beckett recite names from the phone book. Scottish, he thoughtm thinking all his one visit there for a conference some years back. The food wasn't exactly up to his standards, but the accents...
No! This was stupid. He had no time to be daydreaming and he didn't even *like* daydreaming. It was pointless and he wasn't some fourteen-year-old girl lusting over her high school crush. He was grown man who had work to do.
Rodney spied Zelenka. Although, did actually respect the Czech's engineering abilities, Rodney never admitted it and want for agruments instead. And an agrument was what he needed to get Beckett out of his head.
Besides, he'd treated the guy like an ass and would never see him again. Best to forget.
--
Neither man knew actually how it happened. But they bumped heads as they made their way out of the building that evening and blue eyes met blue eyes.
Next thing they knew, they were naked and draped over each other and there was a empty package of condoms on the bedside table.
Rodney was the first to awake.
And he fled.
--
He thought it was over. Thought he'd never have to see the Scot ever again. Didn't want to think about the fact that it was possibly the best night of sex he'd ever had.
He wanted to hate the man. After all he hated doctors. Hated the doctor who hate told him to his then six-year-old face that his mother would be fine. The doctor lied. All doctors lied.
So, of course, irony haunted his life when he got a job in a biomedical engineering company. But the money was wonderful, and they let him do whatever the hell he hated, practically tossing money at his feet. He might even be able to help others like his mother.
Make sure doctor weren't lying.
Therefore, he should hate Beckett. Never want to see him again.
Yet...
"Rodney? I'm having dinner with a friend tomorrow night. You need a break. You should come," Elizabeth asked.
He rolled his eyes. "You never ask me to dinner. Why are you starting now? Besides you know how I am in public."
"I do," she agreed. "But I think you'll benefit from this dinner. He's an important guy."
"Oh, really. Who you having dinner with? The Pope?"
"No," she replied with a smile. "His name is Carson Beckett. I think you know him. He certainly knows you."
Rodney felt the color drain from his face.
--
End snippet. Tack on a Harlequin ending, which of course involves Rodney and Carson having heaving amounts of passionate sex. With no condoms. Oh, and then one of them ends up pregnant! And...oh wait, I'm on even more crack or perhaps have just read too many of those damn books...oh crack!fic...;)
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Date: 2005-09-09 08:19 pm (UTC)When I grow up, I want to be Rodney.
Chi got a story!
(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-09 10:05 pm (UTC)So... where's the next part? You can't not give us the dinner! That's the best part! Was this a setup by Elizabeth? Did Carson speak to Liz bout his problems? Is this completely coincidental? Will there be lemon involved? Oh! Oh! Can rodney start choking and Carson give him
mouth to mouththe heimlich? From behind? Oh man, my mind just went to a dirty place.C'mon you gotta give us
the sexthe dinner! :)But thank you for posting.
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Date: 2005-09-09 11:13 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-09 09:01 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-10 12:27 am (UTC)And Carson...
Like the "harlequin-ending" you mentioned. ;)
Wouldn't mind reading that!
(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-10 02:47 am (UTC)Liked mucho.
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Date: 2005-09-10 04:01 pm (UTC)hawtsexdinner! Maybe if Chi bats eyelashes at you? *g* great job, thanks for sharing.(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-14 01:12 pm (UTC)