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sga_flashficTitle: Aftermath
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kitsune_tsuki
Pairings: McKay/Sheppard
Rating: G
Spoilers: General through season two (SGA)
Summary: Sam's been hard at work studying the reports from McKay's team for over an hour when the man himself comes through the door looking a little worse for wear. He's paler than he normally is and there are bags under his eyes, and well...Sam's beginning to think she should have cut him off somewhere around the fifth beer.
Notes: Sequel to One Over the Eight, crossover with SG-1.
Sam's been hard at work studying the reports from McKay's team for over an hour when the man himself comes through the door looking a little worse for wear. He's paler than he normally is and there are bags under his eyes, and well...Sam's beginning to think she should have cut him off somewhere around the fifth beer.
She also kind of wishes she'd remembered to bring her camera to work.
"You're late, McKay." She says, watching in amusement as he stares despondently at the coffee maker in the corner of the lab.
"Coffee?"
Sam shakes her head. "Sorry, McKay. That thing's been busted for almost a month now."
McKay frowns and gestures at the door. "Commissary?"
Sam shakes her head again, biting her lip to keep from laughing at the thwarted expression on his face. "We're already behind on work as it is, McKay. If we don't get started now were never going to finish before the Daedalus leaves."
McKay turns back to the coffee maker and Sam's eyes narrow at the expression on his face. She's seen it on the faces of the other scientists working in her lab over the last month and she knows the signs all too well.
"Don't even think of touching it, McKay. Siler's the only one allowed to tinker with it. He knows not to mess with the settings."
"But...coffee." McKay says, glancing back at her sadly. "Coffee."
"I'll make a deal with you, McKay. We get through these and I'll buy you coffee." Sam tells him, tossing a file at him that he manages to catch despite his caffeine-deprived state. "How's that for incentive?"
McKay glowers at the file in his hands and looks up at her suspiciously. "Are we talking real coffee or that watered down swill that the government passes off as coffee?"
Sam grins and turns back to the reports she was working on. "Why don't we make it a surprise?"
"You are a cruel, cruel woman." McKay groans, pulling up a chair at the lab table. "First you try to kill me through alcohol poisoning and god knows what else in that so-called 'bar' and now you're subjecting me to cruel and inhumane treatment."
Sam just smiles sweetly at McKay. "Suck it up and get to work, McKay. The faster we get through these the faster you get your coffee."
McKay mutters something under his breath and starts reading, grabbing a pen from the clutter and marking notes and corrections as he works.
A few hours later they both look up at a sharp knock to see Shepard standing, slouching really, in the open door of the lab watching them with a faint smile.
"Lunchtime." He announces cheerfully, walking over to poke at the files McKay's been going over.
"Oh, thank god." McKay mutters, sending Sam a dark look. "Coffee."
Sam grins at the look on Shepard's face and pats McKay on the shoulder. "You've earned it McKay, good job."
McKay snorts and looks like he's about to argue the point, but thinks better of it and scurries from the lab without looking back.
Sheppard flicks a look at Sam, eyebrow raised and she smiles. "Work incentive." She tells him, pointing at the pile of reports they still have to work through. "I promised him I'd buy him coffee if he managed to go through these."
"Withholding coffee from him?" Sheppard asks, sounding impressed. "I'm surprised he didn't complain about torture techniques."
"Who says he didn't?"
Sheppard nods, lips quirking into a small smile. "So...about last night..." He trails off, frowning slightly like he isn't quite what he wants to say.
"What about last night?" Sam asks, setting her files in order.
Sheppard doesn't say anything for a long moment, and when she looks up to see him watching her thoughtfully, he offers her a startlingly shy smile. "Thanks."
"Oh, I wouldn't be thanking me just yet, Colonel." Sam tells him with a smile of her own. "McKay told me all about your team's mission to P4X-397."
Shepard stares at her in horror.
"How does that joke of yours go again? 'Two astrophysicists walk into a bar...?'"
Sheppard's eyes widen. "You heard that?"
"Oh yes, Colonel. It was kind of hard not to. The acoustics in that place are incredible." Sam answers. "Now let me offer you a handy little piece of advice, since you're still kind of new at this."
She gets a suspicious look for that, but Sheppard's listening which only makes it better.
"All those fascinating and colorful little anecdotes that fail to make it into the official report? Makes for excellent blackmail material, as I'm sure you must know by now. The trick is in making sure that information doesn't fall into the wrong hands." Sam says, smirking in a way that clearly makes it known just who the 'wrong hands' are in this instance.
Sheppard's watching her warily, still not entirely certain where she's headed with her line of thought and reminding her more and more of Schrödinger with each passing moment.
Unable to resist, Sam tips her head to the side and gives Sheppard a speculative look. "So tell me Colonel Sheppard, just what did you do with the feather headdress?"
Sheppard twitches, eyes narrowing. "I am going to kill McKay." He growls, stalking out of the lab in search of McKay.
Sam follows along behind him, smiling the whole way.
Author:
kitsune_tsukiPairings: McKay/Sheppard
Rating: G
Spoilers: General through season two (SGA)
Summary: Sam's been hard at work studying the reports from McKay's team for over an hour when the man himself comes through the door looking a little worse for wear. He's paler than he normally is and there are bags under his eyes, and well...Sam's beginning to think she should have cut him off somewhere around the fifth beer.
Notes: Sequel to One Over the Eight, crossover with SG-1.
Sam's been hard at work studying the reports from McKay's team for over an hour when the man himself comes through the door looking a little worse for wear. He's paler than he normally is and there are bags under his eyes, and well...Sam's beginning to think she should have cut him off somewhere around the fifth beer.
She also kind of wishes she'd remembered to bring her camera to work.
"You're late, McKay." She says, watching in amusement as he stares despondently at the coffee maker in the corner of the lab.
"Coffee?"
Sam shakes her head. "Sorry, McKay. That thing's been busted for almost a month now."
McKay frowns and gestures at the door. "Commissary?"
Sam shakes her head again, biting her lip to keep from laughing at the thwarted expression on his face. "We're already behind on work as it is, McKay. If we don't get started now were never going to finish before the Daedalus leaves."
McKay turns back to the coffee maker and Sam's eyes narrow at the expression on his face. She's seen it on the faces of the other scientists working in her lab over the last month and she knows the signs all too well.
"Don't even think of touching it, McKay. Siler's the only one allowed to tinker with it. He knows not to mess with the settings."
"But...coffee." McKay says, glancing back at her sadly. "Coffee."
"I'll make a deal with you, McKay. We get through these and I'll buy you coffee." Sam tells him, tossing a file at him that he manages to catch despite his caffeine-deprived state. "How's that for incentive?"
McKay glowers at the file in his hands and looks up at her suspiciously. "Are we talking real coffee or that watered down swill that the government passes off as coffee?"
Sam grins and turns back to the reports she was working on. "Why don't we make it a surprise?"
"You are a cruel, cruel woman." McKay groans, pulling up a chair at the lab table. "First you try to kill me through alcohol poisoning and god knows what else in that so-called 'bar' and now you're subjecting me to cruel and inhumane treatment."
Sam just smiles sweetly at McKay. "Suck it up and get to work, McKay. The faster we get through these the faster you get your coffee."
McKay mutters something under his breath and starts reading, grabbing a pen from the clutter and marking notes and corrections as he works.
A few hours later they both look up at a sharp knock to see Shepard standing, slouching really, in the open door of the lab watching them with a faint smile.
"Lunchtime." He announces cheerfully, walking over to poke at the files McKay's been going over.
"Oh, thank god." McKay mutters, sending Sam a dark look. "Coffee."
Sam grins at the look on Shepard's face and pats McKay on the shoulder. "You've earned it McKay, good job."
McKay snorts and looks like he's about to argue the point, but thinks better of it and scurries from the lab without looking back.
Sheppard flicks a look at Sam, eyebrow raised and she smiles. "Work incentive." She tells him, pointing at the pile of reports they still have to work through. "I promised him I'd buy him coffee if he managed to go through these."
"Withholding coffee from him?" Sheppard asks, sounding impressed. "I'm surprised he didn't complain about torture techniques."
"Who says he didn't?"
Sheppard nods, lips quirking into a small smile. "So...about last night..." He trails off, frowning slightly like he isn't quite what he wants to say.
"What about last night?" Sam asks, setting her files in order.
Sheppard doesn't say anything for a long moment, and when she looks up to see him watching her thoughtfully, he offers her a startlingly shy smile. "Thanks."
"Oh, I wouldn't be thanking me just yet, Colonel." Sam tells him with a smile of her own. "McKay told me all about your team's mission to P4X-397."
Shepard stares at her in horror.
"How does that joke of yours go again? 'Two astrophysicists walk into a bar...?'"
Sheppard's eyes widen. "You heard that?"
"Oh yes, Colonel. It was kind of hard not to. The acoustics in that place are incredible." Sam answers. "Now let me offer you a handy little piece of advice, since you're still kind of new at this."
She gets a suspicious look for that, but Sheppard's listening which only makes it better.
"All those fascinating and colorful little anecdotes that fail to make it into the official report? Makes for excellent blackmail material, as I'm sure you must know by now. The trick is in making sure that information doesn't fall into the wrong hands." Sam says, smirking in a way that clearly makes it known just who the 'wrong hands' are in this instance.
Sheppard's watching her warily, still not entirely certain where she's headed with her line of thought and reminding her more and more of Schrödinger with each passing moment.
Unable to resist, Sam tips her head to the side and gives Sheppard a speculative look. "So tell me Colonel Sheppard, just what did you do with the feather headdress?"
Sheppard twitches, eyes narrowing. "I am going to kill McKay." He growls, stalking out of the lab in search of McKay.
Sam follows along behind him, smiling the whole way.
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Date: 2006-06-25 05:03 am (UTC)I'm thrilled that you like Sam in these, she really is a great character when the show's writers do good by her.
I'll defintitely try. :)