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sga_flashficTitle: Inside Joke
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kaizoku
Rating: PG for swear words?
Spoilers: None, nada.
Summary: "Wait, wait, you taught him how to flick people off without me?"
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kaizokuRating: PG for swear words?
Spoilers: None, nada.
Summary: "Wait, wait, you taught him how to flick people off without me?"
Inside Joke
McKay put his tray down on the table where Sheppard and Ronon were sitting, and slumped into a seat. Given that he was usually hyped up on four cups of coffee by lunchtime, this was cause for some concern. No one had the chance to ask, however, because...
"I am absolutely exhausted from working on projects necessary to the continued running of this city," McKay began, "And the kitchen staff have the audacity to deny me the coffee that I rightly deserve. I think they're in a conspiracy with Carson, who wants to ration me, but obviously this is complete self-interest talking. I mean on the part of the kitchen staff, Carson's a genuine, if idiotic, martyr."
Knowing looks were exchanged, which were not unnoticed by our brave hero.
"So, what have all of you achieved in the past week of being grounded, hmm?"
Sheppard grinned. "I've been teaching Ronon the rude hand gestures of twenty different Earth cultures. Though we've gotten some help from other people too."
Ronon demonstrated helpfully. "Sheppard's a good teacher."
McKay sat up straight. "Wait, wait, you taught Ronon how to flick people off without me? What, what -- are you trying to hurt my feelings or did you not even think about it?" McKay had a way of asking questions to which there was no right answer. And you couldn't help but feel guilty when he got that look of wide-eyed pain, Sheppard reflected.
"Look, it's not that big a deal," Sheppard hazarded. "You can tell him all about the Canadian ones."
"Oh right, because our hand signals for 'fuck off' are so different from the States. Thank you so much, Colonel." And with that, McKay got up and stomped off, munching disconsolately on his cookie.
"Should we go after him?" Ronon asked, glancing between McKay's back and Sheppard's frown.
"No, no, I'll talk to him. Don't worry, he's just being McKay." Despite his words, Sheppard looked glum and didn't finish his meal. He dumped off his tray and then went and sat down across from McKay at his new table. He was sitting alone.
"Hey."
McKay offered him a gesture that was very familiar and decidedly unfriendly, and didn't look up.
"I'm sorry I didn't include you, okay, but you know, Ronon and I need to bond too. It was a good bonding moment, so I took it. I'm spontaneous like that." Sheppard brought the charming grin into play. It didn't work.
"Yes, yes, I'm glad you're developing your little clique. Keep up the good work." Sarcasm laid on thick as mayonnaise on a turkey sandwich. McKay was apparently pretty angry about this.
"Hey, Rodney. Newsflash -- you're in my 'clique'. We have inside jokes that Ronon and Teyla don't get. Is that not okay?"
"Yes, but you see how you are on the inside with all of the little inside jokes? It's not such a pretty picture from the outside. Looks a bit like high school all over again, actually."
There were a few moments of silence. Sheppard was thinking.
"Okay." He said finally. "I get that. But we're not in high school."
"No, we're not." McKay was looking at him now and not just trying to get his food down as fast as humanly possible. "But those dynamics often persist outside that context."
"Sure, but is the solution to that to never have more than one best friend?" Sheppard realized after he said it that neither of them had ever used that phrase for the other before. McKay was blinking at him.
"Grammatically speaking, you can't have more than one best friend," McKay said. Sheppard started to speak but he interrupted him, "But I'll let that go. And I think your solution has merit."
"Oh, you do?" Sheppard was feeling on more stable ground since Mckay had started smiling.
"Oh yeah. In fact, Teyla and I have an inside joke too."
"You do."
"Yep. In fact, there she is now. I think I'll go see if she wants to hang out."
Sheppard boggled a little at the phrase "hang out" coming out of McKay's mouth, and then asked, "So, what is this inside joke, anyway?" He had a feeling it was a conveniently made-up one, but he was curious.
McKay leaned across the table a little and grinned at him.
"None of your business." And then he was dumping his trash and heading over towards Teyla. Sheppard was a little annoyed to see that she wasn't giving him her amused-and-putting-up-with-you look.
In fact.
Had she just flashed him a thumbs-up?
ETA: Now with italics! And holy crap, rich text mode is gonna make me break out in hives.McKay put his tray down on the table where Sheppard and Ronon were sitting, and slumped into a seat. Given that he was usually hyped up on four cups of coffee by lunchtime, this was cause for some concern. No one had the chance to ask, however, because...
"I am absolutely exhausted from working on projects necessary to the continued running of this city," McKay began, "And the kitchen staff have the audacity to deny me the coffee that I rightly deserve. I think they're in a conspiracy with Carson, who wants to ration me, but obviously this is complete self-interest talking. I mean on the part of the kitchen staff, Carson's a genuine, if idiotic, martyr."
Knowing looks were exchanged, which were not unnoticed by our brave hero.
"So, what have all of you achieved in the past week of being grounded, hmm?"
Sheppard grinned. "I've been teaching Ronon the rude hand gestures of twenty different Earth cultures. Though we've gotten some help from other people too."
Ronon demonstrated helpfully. "Sheppard's a good teacher."
McKay sat up straight. "Wait, wait, you taught Ronon how to flick people off without me? What, what -- are you trying to hurt my feelings or did you not even think about it?" McKay had a way of asking questions to which there was no right answer. And you couldn't help but feel guilty when he got that look of wide-eyed pain, Sheppard reflected.
"Look, it's not that big a deal," Sheppard hazarded. "You can tell him all about the Canadian ones."
"Oh right, because our hand signals for 'fuck off' are so different from the States. Thank you so much, Colonel." And with that, McKay got up and stomped off, munching disconsolately on his cookie.
"Should we go after him?" Ronon asked, glancing between McKay's back and Sheppard's frown.
"No, no, I'll talk to him. Don't worry, he's just being McKay." Despite his words, Sheppard looked glum and didn't finish his meal. He dumped off his tray and then went and sat down across from McKay at his new table. He was sitting alone.
"Hey."
McKay offered him a gesture that was very familiar and decidedly unfriendly, and didn't look up.
"I'm sorry I didn't include you, okay, but you know, Ronon and I need to bond too. It was a good bonding moment, so I took it. I'm spontaneous like that." Sheppard brought the charming grin into play. It didn't work.
"Yes, yes, I'm glad you're developing your little clique. Keep up the good work." Sarcasm laid on thick as mayonnaise on a turkey sandwich. McKay was apparently pretty angry about this.
"Hey, Rodney. Newsflash -- you're in my 'clique'. We have inside jokes that Ronon and Teyla don't get. Is that not okay?"
"Yes, but you see how you are on the inside with all of the little inside jokes? It's not such a pretty picture from the outside. Looks a bit like high school all over again, actually."
There were a few moments of silence. Sheppard was thinking.
"Okay." He said finally. "I get that. But we're not in high school."
"No, we're not." McKay was looking at him now and not just trying to get his food down as fast as humanly possible. "But those dynamics often persist outside that context."
"Sure, but is the solution to that to never have more than one best friend?" Sheppard realized after he said it that neither of them had ever used that phrase for the other before. McKay was blinking at him.
"Grammatically speaking, you can't have more than one best friend," McKay said. Sheppard started to speak but he interrupted him, "But I'll let that go. And I think your solution has merit."
"Oh, you do?" Sheppard was feeling on more stable ground since Mckay had started smiling.
"Oh yeah. In fact, Teyla and I have an inside joke too."
"You do."
"Yep. In fact, there she is now. I think I'll go see if she wants to hang out."
Sheppard boggled a little at the phrase "hang out" coming out of McKay's mouth, and then asked, "So, what is this inside joke, anyway?" He had a feeling it was a conveniently made-up one, but he was curious.
McKay leaned across the table a little and grinned at him.
"None of your business." And then he was dumping his trash and heading over towards Teyla. Sheppard was a little annoyed to see that she wasn't giving him her amused-and-putting-up-with-you look.
In fact.
Had she just flashed him a thumbs-up?
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Date: 2006-03-17 07:55 am (UTC)LOL! That cracked me up.
And I LOVE the idea of Teyla giving Rodney a thumbs-up. Heehee.
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Date: 2006-03-17 06:24 pm (UTC)One thing though, Rodney's name is spelled McKay.
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Date: 2006-03-29 04:56 am (UTC)