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sga_flashficTITLE: Give It Back
AUTHOR: Kyffin
RATING: PG
CHARACTERS: McKay, Sheppard, and Beckett
SUMMARY: Somebody has stolen it and Rodney wants it back!
“Give it back.”
John Sheppard and Carson Beckett looked up from their respective dinners at the somewhat irate and irrational sounding Astrophysicist.
“What the hell are you an about McKay? Give what back?” asked John, somewhat annoyed that his peaceful lunch with the Doctor had been interrupted.
Due to an outbreak of Athosain flu both men had been on the go non-stop for the last week. At last, thankfully, the quarantine on the mainland had been lifted, allowing the medics back to the city and John had finally stopped his job as a glorified deliveryman.
“Not you Major. Him.” Answered the Canadian pointing at the third man.
“Me?” asked Carson his laden fork still paused halfway to its destination. “What have I done now?”
“You know exactly what. Is this some sort of payback for me breaking that stethoscope of yours? Because that just pales in comparison to this.” Rodney crossed his hands over his chest but stood rooted to the spot glaring at the Scot.
John looked at his table companion questioningly and just got a shrug in response. Then the physician sighed tiredly and looked up at his accuser.
“Rodney lad. What have you lost now and how do I fit into it?”
“Lost? Lost? I haven’t lost anything. I’ve been robbed. By you. So just give it back and I’ll forget it ever happened. Maybe.”
“Rodney.” Carson began gently. “I’ve not been here for a week. How can I possibly steal whatever it is that I’ve supposed to have stolen?”
“You took it before you left, that’s how. I noticed it was missing a few days ago and it’s got you’re grubby little hallmark all over it. Now hand it over.” Rodney replied waving his palm in front of the man’s face.
“I really have no idea what you’re on about man.”
“Ok fine. If you want to play it like that, empty your pockets.” The man was starting to look smug.
“Excuse me?” Carson’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.
“Hang on a second McKay! You just can’t go around” began John but was soon cut off.
“If he really is as innocent as he claims then he’ll have no objection.”
“Look Carson you really don’t have to do this.” Said John laying a hand on the man's arm.
“No, it’s alright. If it gets this raving bloody lunatic off my back then fine.” Carson’s face was eerily emotionless when he said this and he slowly stood reaching into his pockets.
His left hand came back to the table first and dropped what looked like an ear thermometer, the right then added a few latex surgical gloves. The appendages moved back to the pockets and pulled out the cotton material so they flapped like ears from his hips.
“Happy now McKay?” he asked folding his hands mimicking the other man.
“Why do you carry gloves around in your pockets?” asked John picking one up before throwing it back in the pile.
“In case I need to murder someone and not leave any fingerprints.” Was the accented reply, the eyes never leaving Rodney’s face.
The astrophysicist merely leant over and examined the objects before straightening again. “Of course you wouldn’t be carrying the evidence around on your person.” The man looked thoughtful before raising his hand and clicking his fingers. “Your office.” He declared before turning and marching off.
John looked at Carson who looked at John, before both hurried after him.
When they got to the office they found that they had already missed the Canadian and Carson shook his head at the sight. His desk drawers were all open with the contents spilling out of some of them, the neat stack of paperwork that had accumulated in his absence was spread across the desk.
They both turned as they heard the slamming of draws and cupboards off to their left, sharing worried glances as they realised it was from Carson’s lab.
When they ran through the door they were relieved to find it had faired slightly better than the previous room. Some cupboards were slightly ajar and a lot of paperwork had been pushed to the floor but at least it didn’t look like the place had been burgled.
“Are you quite finished now Rodney, before you damage something important?” Sounded Carson's again too calm voice. John knew that if this was happening to his stuff he might have decked Rodney.
The man was standing amongst the chaos muttering, “Where could it be?”
“Where could what be?” asked Carson gently.
The man’s head snapped up to look at them and John nearly took a step back at the intensity of his gaze. He watched as Rodney stalked towards Carson, and John prepared to intervene if it became violent.
The Scot hadn’t moved and John was impressed. The man just tilted his head and stared as the deranged Chief Scientist stopped a few inches from him before his face broke out in massive smug grin.
“It’s in your quarters.” Said Rodney, punctuating each word with a poke to the Doctor's chest before sweeping past both of them.
Carson just threw his hands up in despair and did the only thing he could. He turned and followed.
They entered the Scot's quarters to find Rodney on his knees looking under the bed. The both tilted their heads to the side as they watched his body disappear further under the piece of furniture before the man quickly got to his feet and moved through to the bathroom.
John and Carson shared a shrug and sat next to each other on the bed and watched as every inch of the quarters were thoroughly searched. They both stood with shock as the mattress was lifted from behind them, only to sit back down again when the man moved out onto the balcony still muttering.
A few minutes later he wandered back in and stood in front of the pair with a strange look on his face.
“I don’t understand it. I was so sure.” He said softly sounding lost.
“So I take it we’re done with whatever this is?” Asked Carson.
“Yeah.” Was the dazed answer and John watched as he turned and walked out looking confused. He wondered whether it was the first time the man had ever been proven wrong.
His attention focused on the hand being held out in front of him and with a grin he reached into his pocket and retrieved the object.
“So? Did you enjoy that?” he asked, as he handed over the coffee flavoured power bar. Which also happened to be the last one in the city.
“Oh aye.” Came the amused response.
“Was it worth all this?” he asked indicating the carnage around them, which he knew was mirrored in at least two other rooms in the city.
“Definitely. And don’t be pretending like you didn’t enjoy it either.” Answered the Scot giving him a huge grin.
John answered with one of his own. “I wont. Though I don’t envy you when he finds out.”
“This could be the start of something beautiful.” The Scot joked.
“At least until Elizabeth finds out and summons you both to her office like naughty school boys.”
The Scot just laughed and started to put his effects back in some semblance of order.
“You need a hand?”
“Nah. Thanks though.” Said Carson as he threw the power bar onto the desk.
“Are you going to give it back?” he asked.
“I don’t know anymore. I was just going to put it back where I found it later, but after his comment about a bloody chocolate bar being more important than my stethoscope I might just eat it.”
John grinned and left the man to it. He knew that Carson had been annoyed at the other man for breaking the things. After all, the guy had had them since med school, but he hadn’t truly appreciated how evil the little Celt could be. Though he knew that despite this, Rodney’s emergency-consume-only-during-total-catastrophe snack would be back where it belonged soon enough.
Sorry. No frisking.
AUTHOR: Kyffin
RATING: PG
CHARACTERS: McKay, Sheppard, and Beckett
SUMMARY: Somebody has stolen it and Rodney wants it back!
“Give it back.”
John Sheppard and Carson Beckett looked up from their respective dinners at the somewhat irate and irrational sounding Astrophysicist.
“What the hell are you an about McKay? Give what back?” asked John, somewhat annoyed that his peaceful lunch with the Doctor had been interrupted.
Due to an outbreak of Athosain flu both men had been on the go non-stop for the last week. At last, thankfully, the quarantine on the mainland had been lifted, allowing the medics back to the city and John had finally stopped his job as a glorified deliveryman.
“Not you Major. Him.” Answered the Canadian pointing at the third man.
“Me?” asked Carson his laden fork still paused halfway to its destination. “What have I done now?”
“You know exactly what. Is this some sort of payback for me breaking that stethoscope of yours? Because that just pales in comparison to this.” Rodney crossed his hands over his chest but stood rooted to the spot glaring at the Scot.
John looked at his table companion questioningly and just got a shrug in response. Then the physician sighed tiredly and looked up at his accuser.
“Rodney lad. What have you lost now and how do I fit into it?”
“Lost? Lost? I haven’t lost anything. I’ve been robbed. By you. So just give it back and I’ll forget it ever happened. Maybe.”
“Rodney.” Carson began gently. “I’ve not been here for a week. How can I possibly steal whatever it is that I’ve supposed to have stolen?”
“You took it before you left, that’s how. I noticed it was missing a few days ago and it’s got you’re grubby little hallmark all over it. Now hand it over.” Rodney replied waving his palm in front of the man’s face.
“I really have no idea what you’re on about man.”
“Ok fine. If you want to play it like that, empty your pockets.” The man was starting to look smug.
“Excuse me?” Carson’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.
“Hang on a second McKay! You just can’t go around” began John but was soon cut off.
“If he really is as innocent as he claims then he’ll have no objection.”
“Look Carson you really don’t have to do this.” Said John laying a hand on the man's arm.
“No, it’s alright. If it gets this raving bloody lunatic off my back then fine.” Carson’s face was eerily emotionless when he said this and he slowly stood reaching into his pockets.
His left hand came back to the table first and dropped what looked like an ear thermometer, the right then added a few latex surgical gloves. The appendages moved back to the pockets and pulled out the cotton material so they flapped like ears from his hips.
“Happy now McKay?” he asked folding his hands mimicking the other man.
“Why do you carry gloves around in your pockets?” asked John picking one up before throwing it back in the pile.
“In case I need to murder someone and not leave any fingerprints.” Was the accented reply, the eyes never leaving Rodney’s face.
The astrophysicist merely leant over and examined the objects before straightening again. “Of course you wouldn’t be carrying the evidence around on your person.” The man looked thoughtful before raising his hand and clicking his fingers. “Your office.” He declared before turning and marching off.
John looked at Carson who looked at John, before both hurried after him.
When they got to the office they found that they had already missed the Canadian and Carson shook his head at the sight. His desk drawers were all open with the contents spilling out of some of them, the neat stack of paperwork that had accumulated in his absence was spread across the desk.
They both turned as they heard the slamming of draws and cupboards off to their left, sharing worried glances as they realised it was from Carson’s lab.
When they ran through the door they were relieved to find it had faired slightly better than the previous room. Some cupboards were slightly ajar and a lot of paperwork had been pushed to the floor but at least it didn’t look like the place had been burgled.
“Are you quite finished now Rodney, before you damage something important?” Sounded Carson's again too calm voice. John knew that if this was happening to his stuff he might have decked Rodney.
The man was standing amongst the chaos muttering, “Where could it be?”
“Where could what be?” asked Carson gently.
The man’s head snapped up to look at them and John nearly took a step back at the intensity of his gaze. He watched as Rodney stalked towards Carson, and John prepared to intervene if it became violent.
The Scot hadn’t moved and John was impressed. The man just tilted his head and stared as the deranged Chief Scientist stopped a few inches from him before his face broke out in massive smug grin.
“It’s in your quarters.” Said Rodney, punctuating each word with a poke to the Doctor's chest before sweeping past both of them.
Carson just threw his hands up in despair and did the only thing he could. He turned and followed.
They entered the Scot's quarters to find Rodney on his knees looking under the bed. The both tilted their heads to the side as they watched his body disappear further under the piece of furniture before the man quickly got to his feet and moved through to the bathroom.
John and Carson shared a shrug and sat next to each other on the bed and watched as every inch of the quarters were thoroughly searched. They both stood with shock as the mattress was lifted from behind them, only to sit back down again when the man moved out onto the balcony still muttering.
A few minutes later he wandered back in and stood in front of the pair with a strange look on his face.
“I don’t understand it. I was so sure.” He said softly sounding lost.
“So I take it we’re done with whatever this is?” Asked Carson.
“Yeah.” Was the dazed answer and John watched as he turned and walked out looking confused. He wondered whether it was the first time the man had ever been proven wrong.
His attention focused on the hand being held out in front of him and with a grin he reached into his pocket and retrieved the object.
“So? Did you enjoy that?” he asked, as he handed over the coffee flavoured power bar. Which also happened to be the last one in the city.
“Oh aye.” Came the amused response.
“Was it worth all this?” he asked indicating the carnage around them, which he knew was mirrored in at least two other rooms in the city.
“Definitely. And don’t be pretending like you didn’t enjoy it either.” Answered the Scot giving him a huge grin.
John answered with one of his own. “I wont. Though I don’t envy you when he finds out.”
“This could be the start of something beautiful.” The Scot joked.
“At least until Elizabeth finds out and summons you both to her office like naughty school boys.”
The Scot just laughed and started to put his effects back in some semblance of order.
“You need a hand?”
“Nah. Thanks though.” Said Carson as he threw the power bar onto the desk.
“Are you going to give it back?” he asked.
“I don’t know anymore. I was just going to put it back where I found it later, but after his comment about a bloody chocolate bar being more important than my stethoscope I might just eat it.”
John grinned and left the man to it. He knew that Carson had been annoyed at the other man for breaking the things. After all, the guy had had them since med school, but he hadn’t truly appreciated how evil the little Celt could be. Though he knew that despite this, Rodney’s emergency-consume-only-during-total-catastrophe snack would be back where it belonged soon enough.
Sorry. No frisking.
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Date: 2005-09-22 03:25 pm (UTC)Great story.
One thing. empty you’re pockets I think you mean your
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Date: 2005-09-22 03:50 pm (UTC)It's fixed.
I'm always leaving the odd one in even with my best efforts.
Today was more difficult than normal as i was writing it in the office and pretending that i was actually working.
And thanks for the nice comment.
Kyf
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Date: 2005-09-23 02:43 am (UTC)Yah, that happens just to annoy writers, think.
i was writing it in the office and pretending that i was actually working.
Silly work, getting in the way. lol
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Date: 2005-09-22 03:43 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-22 03:51 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-22 03:45 pm (UTC)Cool, definitly an enjoyable read.:D
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Date: 2005-09-22 03:52 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-22 06:30 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-22 07:29 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-23 11:51 am (UTC)There was a bit of a saga behind it, all of which proves exactly how much of a modern technology imbecile i really am.
You're welcome to take it an amuse and abuse if you want.
I hope you can just right click and save it from where it is.
It would be completely beyond my feeble understanding to post it somewhere. I'm still amazed everytime i get the text cut right first time.
Cheers
Kyf
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Date: 2005-09-22 07:51 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-23 11:53 am (UTC)I love him too.
Everyone should go sign up for the icaw.
Cheers
Kyf
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Date: 2005-09-23 01:28 pm (UTC)Great story :D
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Date: 2005-09-23 10:43 pm (UTC)Hmm, I don't have a Carson icon. That's bad..!
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Date: 2005-09-24 04:15 am (UTC)And oh yes, I love Beckett too, so seeing him in a good story is great. ;-)