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sga_flashficTitle: To engage in a quarrel; dispute
Author: Misto
Challenge: 38 minutes
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Rating: PG
Summary: Argue - v. intr. - To engage in a quarrel; dispute.
Authors Note: Closer to 39 or 40 minutes of writing if I'm honest. It took a great deal of will power to make the darn thing stop. Er, unbeta'd, you have been warned. Also, my first attempt at SGA fic, as I've only been in this fandom a couple weeks and seen a grand total of 7 episodes randomly spaced throughout the season (granted, I've seen those 7 repeatedly). I just couldn't deny the pull of the challenge!
"Ow!" Rodney practically screamed into John's ear. "What the hell is wrong with you? Did you hit your head on a wall at some point today? Maybe blow out a few brain cells turning on a light?"
John rolled his eyes and pulled at Rodney's arm. "Just get up McKay, and stop whining for once."
"I'm not whining. I don't whine." Rodney yanked his arm out of John's grasp. "What I am doing, however, is insulting your obviously limited intelligence. And stop grabbing at my arm before someone notices and thinks you have some weird fetish or something."
"Whatever, just get off the damn ground and move. Now."
"Snappy comeback Major. Tell me, did you have to sit in your room last night and think about that one for a while, storing it away for future reference? Or did it come to you all at once, just now?" Rodney took a bit more time standing up and brushing off the seat of his pants then was absolutely necessary. Sheppard wasn't being nearly as forthcoming with those wonderful scathing remarks as usual. Rodney wasn't sure whether to be worried, relieved, or mildly annoyed.
"Listen, just because you feel the need to rip apart everyone else's self esteem on a continual basis doesn't mean that the rest of us have to feed your ego by fighting back." John snapped at him as they started moving toward the Stargate at the far end of the field. "And just for the record, no I didn't hit my head this morning, as far as I know most of my brain cells are still intact, my intelligence is perfectly fine thankyouverymuch, I'll damn well grab your arm, your ass, and any other piece of your anatomy so long as it gets you moving in the general direction of the gate sometime before the next millennium, and yes, I did sit up half the night thinking up 'snappy comebacks' for all of your tirades, it's how I spend all of my spare time when I'm not putting enough gel in my hair to make it look like I stood at the end of a wind tunnel for six straight hours."
Rodney opened his mouth to reply, but found any decent comment was somewhat lacking. He hated it when people intentionally insulted themselves before he had a chance to point out their character flaws to them, it just took something vital out of his remarks. "More like twelve hours." He finally muttered before increasing his pace and passing John.
John shook his head and rolled his eyes at Rodney's back. "Snappy comeback McKay," he said loudly.
~~~
The briefing was short and to the point, for which Rodney was exceptionally thankful. He wanted to get back to the lab, or his room, or anywhere that Major Sheppard wasn't, as soon as possible. Preferably ten minutes ago. He still didn't understand why Sheppard had the ability to get under his skin so quickly, nobody else could ever manage it. Unless they were doing something stupid that was threatening his continued existence in some way, that tended to grate on his nerves a bit. But John didn't generally put him in danger. Mostly. No, there was just something about the man that set Rodney's teeth on edge and made him want to scream in frustration. Rodney headed down the hall at a quick pace, and had almost made it to his room when he was waylaid by the very epitome of frustration himself.
"Hey, Rodney, wait up!" John called out, smiling as he jogged to catch up.
The man looked as if their earlier disagreement had never happened. Rodney hated that too. It wasn't fair that he should still be seething over something that John was just going to ignore totally. "Go suck a lemon." He muttered as he palmed open his door and tried to slip inside before John could catch up to him.
Too late. John slid into the room just before the door could close. "Hey." He smiled again.
"I'm not in a talkative mood Major." Rodney said as he retreated to the far side of the room, trying to find something to make himself look occupied and far too busy for chit chat.
"That'd be a first." John said, still grinning happily.
"Ah, obviously in Air Force Speak, 'I don't want to talk' means: Please, feel free to ignore my not entirely subtle hint for you to take a hike." Rodney said, fixing all of his attention on rummaging through a mostly empty drawer.
"You didn't say that you don't want to talk, you said you weren't in a talkative mood. There is a slight, yet very important difference there." John said, sitting down on the bed.
Rodney sighed in resignation. "All right, seeing as I'm just made of time right now, tell me what that would be."
"Well, you not wanting to talk would be a pretty obvious statement, and I would have taken you at your word... maybe. You not being in a talkative mood just means you're brooding about something, probably involving me, and therefore I'm obliged to stay and get it out of you." John had a look on his face that said his logic was completely and totally irrefutable.
Rodney was pretty sure that John's logic was completely and totally full of crap. "Well, I'll amend my earlier statement then, I don't want to talk. At all. Period. End of sentence." He crossed his arms and stared at Sheppard, willing him to leave.
"Ah, so it IS me that you're brooding about. Can't have that, now can we."
"I never said it was about you. That leap in logic was entirely of your own making." Rodney said, still glaring.
"Yeah, but you didn't argue it the first time I mentioned it, and you always argue with anything you think is wrong. I think that sometimes you even argue against things you think are right. You really do seem to like to argue. Especially with me." John stood up and crossed the room to stand in front of Rodney.
"I do not." Rodney stood his ground, refusing to be intimidated.
"See," John whispered, "We both know that you do enjoy arguing, especially with me, yet you're denying it, just so you can argue with me." John leaned in so that he was almost touching Rodney "Thanks for proving my point."
And then John closed the remaining space and kissed McKay.
Rodney pulled back, but not too far. "Don't ever do that again."
"Okay." John had that superior grin on his face, as he leaned in and kissed Rodney again. It lasted a moment longer this time. Rodney pulled away once more, slightly more reluctantly this time.
"I said not to do that again."
"Right, and I said that you say things you don't really believe just so you can argue with me. You then proved my point quite nicely. So, in all actuality, how can I believe anything you say?"
Rodney thought about this for a moment. "You're right, you can't. So you better kiss me again."
John did.
When they broke apart, several minutes later, Rodney said somewhat breathlessly, "But, I agreed with you that time!"
"Yeah," John said, smiling happily at Rodney, "I never said I had any theories about when you agree with me. It's really a win-win situation"
~Fin~
Author: Misto
Challenge: 38 minutes
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Rating: PG
Summary: Argue - v. intr. - To engage in a quarrel; dispute.
Authors Note: Closer to 39 or 40 minutes of writing if I'm honest. It took a great deal of will power to make the darn thing stop. Er, unbeta'd, you have been warned. Also, my first attempt at SGA fic, as I've only been in this fandom a couple weeks and seen a grand total of 7 episodes randomly spaced throughout the season (granted, I've seen those 7 repeatedly). I just couldn't deny the pull of the challenge!
"Ow!" Rodney practically screamed into John's ear. "What the hell is wrong with you? Did you hit your head on a wall at some point today? Maybe blow out a few brain cells turning on a light?"
John rolled his eyes and pulled at Rodney's arm. "Just get up McKay, and stop whining for once."
"I'm not whining. I don't whine." Rodney yanked his arm out of John's grasp. "What I am doing, however, is insulting your obviously limited intelligence. And stop grabbing at my arm before someone notices and thinks you have some weird fetish or something."
"Whatever, just get off the damn ground and move. Now."
"Snappy comeback Major. Tell me, did you have to sit in your room last night and think about that one for a while, storing it away for future reference? Or did it come to you all at once, just now?" Rodney took a bit more time standing up and brushing off the seat of his pants then was absolutely necessary. Sheppard wasn't being nearly as forthcoming with those wonderful scathing remarks as usual. Rodney wasn't sure whether to be worried, relieved, or mildly annoyed.
"Listen, just because you feel the need to rip apart everyone else's self esteem on a continual basis doesn't mean that the rest of us have to feed your ego by fighting back." John snapped at him as they started moving toward the Stargate at the far end of the field. "And just for the record, no I didn't hit my head this morning, as far as I know most of my brain cells are still intact, my intelligence is perfectly fine thankyouverymuch, I'll damn well grab your arm, your ass, and any other piece of your anatomy so long as it gets you moving in the general direction of the gate sometime before the next millennium, and yes, I did sit up half the night thinking up 'snappy comebacks' for all of your tirades, it's how I spend all of my spare time when I'm not putting enough gel in my hair to make it look like I stood at the end of a wind tunnel for six straight hours."
Rodney opened his mouth to reply, but found any decent comment was somewhat lacking. He hated it when people intentionally insulted themselves before he had a chance to point out their character flaws to them, it just took something vital out of his remarks. "More like twelve hours." He finally muttered before increasing his pace and passing John.
John shook his head and rolled his eyes at Rodney's back. "Snappy comeback McKay," he said loudly.
~~~
The briefing was short and to the point, for which Rodney was exceptionally thankful. He wanted to get back to the lab, or his room, or anywhere that Major Sheppard wasn't, as soon as possible. Preferably ten minutes ago. He still didn't understand why Sheppard had the ability to get under his skin so quickly, nobody else could ever manage it. Unless they were doing something stupid that was threatening his continued existence in some way, that tended to grate on his nerves a bit. But John didn't generally put him in danger. Mostly. No, there was just something about the man that set Rodney's teeth on edge and made him want to scream in frustration. Rodney headed down the hall at a quick pace, and had almost made it to his room when he was waylaid by the very epitome of frustration himself.
"Hey, Rodney, wait up!" John called out, smiling as he jogged to catch up.
The man looked as if their earlier disagreement had never happened. Rodney hated that too. It wasn't fair that he should still be seething over something that John was just going to ignore totally. "Go suck a lemon." He muttered as he palmed open his door and tried to slip inside before John could catch up to him.
Too late. John slid into the room just before the door could close. "Hey." He smiled again.
"I'm not in a talkative mood Major." Rodney said as he retreated to the far side of the room, trying to find something to make himself look occupied and far too busy for chit chat.
"That'd be a first." John said, still grinning happily.
"Ah, obviously in Air Force Speak, 'I don't want to talk' means: Please, feel free to ignore my not entirely subtle hint for you to take a hike." Rodney said, fixing all of his attention on rummaging through a mostly empty drawer.
"You didn't say that you don't want to talk, you said you weren't in a talkative mood. There is a slight, yet very important difference there." John said, sitting down on the bed.
Rodney sighed in resignation. "All right, seeing as I'm just made of time right now, tell me what that would be."
"Well, you not wanting to talk would be a pretty obvious statement, and I would have taken you at your word... maybe. You not being in a talkative mood just means you're brooding about something, probably involving me, and therefore I'm obliged to stay and get it out of you." John had a look on his face that said his logic was completely and totally irrefutable.
Rodney was pretty sure that John's logic was completely and totally full of crap. "Well, I'll amend my earlier statement then, I don't want to talk. At all. Period. End of sentence." He crossed his arms and stared at Sheppard, willing him to leave.
"Ah, so it IS me that you're brooding about. Can't have that, now can we."
"I never said it was about you. That leap in logic was entirely of your own making." Rodney said, still glaring.
"Yeah, but you didn't argue it the first time I mentioned it, and you always argue with anything you think is wrong. I think that sometimes you even argue against things you think are right. You really do seem to like to argue. Especially with me." John stood up and crossed the room to stand in front of Rodney.
"I do not." Rodney stood his ground, refusing to be intimidated.
"See," John whispered, "We both know that you do enjoy arguing, especially with me, yet you're denying it, just so you can argue with me." John leaned in so that he was almost touching Rodney "Thanks for proving my point."
And then John closed the remaining space and kissed McKay.
Rodney pulled back, but not too far. "Don't ever do that again."
"Okay." John had that superior grin on his face, as he leaned in and kissed Rodney again. It lasted a moment longer this time. Rodney pulled away once more, slightly more reluctantly this time.
"I said not to do that again."
"Right, and I said that you say things you don't really believe just so you can argue with me. You then proved my point quite nicely. So, in all actuality, how can I believe anything you say?"
Rodney thought about this for a moment. "You're right, you can't. So you better kiss me again."
John did.
When they broke apart, several minutes later, Rodney said somewhat breathlessly, "But, I agreed with you that time!"
"Yeah," John said, smiling happily at Rodney, "I never said I had any theories about when you agree with me. It's really a win-win situation"
~Fin~
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Date: 2005-04-06 10:13 am (UTC)Rodney pulled back, but not too far. "Don't ever do that again."
"Okay." John had that superior grin on his face, as he leaned in and kissed Rodney again.
hehe
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Date: 2005-05-12 08:57 pm (UTC)Rhetorical. Snarky. Witty. Hot.
*shivers*
There are few things in live that are better than a good piece of verbal smut.
Like chocolate. ...er, anyway.
*phew* *kisses you*
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Date: 2005-10-11 12:08 pm (UTC)I like it! Thanks!