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sga_flashficTitle: Hand Extended
Author: Indy
Rating: PG for mild language I guess
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay (pre-slash)
Spoilers: none
My first SGA fic.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
i_naiad for beta, even though she's not familiar with the fandom - my love/hate relationship with commas thanks you. *g* And kaneko for beta and suggesting I delete two paragraphs - I tried but couldn't get it to work.
Hand Extended
by Indy
John finds himself in Rodney’s lab. Summoned to touch another of Rodney’s ancient toys, yet again. He sighs to himself and remembers a time when his presence was needed for more than switching on ten thousand year old gadgets.
“You bellowed, Dr McKay?”
“Bellowed? Me? No. I simply requested your presence and here you are.”
“Requested my presence? Yeah, at ten thousand decibels.”
“And here you are.” McKay smirks back at him.
“So, what is it this time? Another personal shield device? An ancient VCR that needs programming? Or, perhaps we hit the jackpot and scored decoder rings that render the wearer invisible, which would actually be helpful when going up against the Wraith.”
“What? Decoder rings? What are you talking about?”
“I’m here to touch something for you, right?”
At McKay’s raised eyebrow, he wishes he had phrased that better and shakes his head in mild frustration.
“Um, actually I don’t need you to ah… well I thought if you weren’t doing….if you’re not busy…ah forget it. It doesn’t matter. It was stupid. Sorry I wasted your time.”
Sheppard finds himself staring at a stammering McKay who quickly turns his back on him and stares intently at his laptop. Unsure of how to proceed he says nothing, and it seems McKay has dismissed him from his awareness.
“McKay? McKay? Rodney!”
“What? Oh you’re still here.”
“Yeah. Want to tell me what’s on your mind?”
“It’s nothing. I just, nothing. It’s ok.”
“Rodney, it’s obviously not nothing, and you went to the trouble of tracking me down and having me haul my ass all the way back up here from the jumper bay so talk to me.”
He takes in McKay’s rumpled state, the slightly maniacal fidgeting of his hands and the overwhelming silence of the otherwise empty lab. He realizes with a start that all the other scientists are currently having dinner together in the cafeteria and wonders why McKay isn’t with them.
“Why aren’t you eating with the other scientists?”
“I had too much work to do.”
“Bullshit. The others all have a huge amount of work and they’re taking the time to eat together.”
“I don’t… I make them uncomfortable,” McKay blurts out, his face flushing slightly. “I don’t fit in here. Sometimes I wish… I wish I’d never heard of the Atlantis expedition.”
“Are you insane? If it wasn’t for you, we wouldn’t be able to do half the stuff we need in order to survive here. You belong here, you’re a part of my team but more importantly you’re my friend. I’ve never been the ranking military officer before. I’m flying by the seat of pants here. I need someone to trust, someone who isn’t afraid to challenge my decisions. Ford can’t do that, it’s against protocol, and you don’t just throw that away because we’re in a new galaxy. Us military people, we need the familiarity of regulations. But you, you’re not afraid to disagree with me and argue with me and…I trust you with my life.”
“Huh, well. I don’t really know what to say. You think of me as your friend?” Rodney asks, a timid smile crossing his face.
“Yeah. I do. So what say we get out of here? You, ah, you want to come back to my place and hang out for a while? Too bad the ancients didn’t have TV, I miss movies.”
“I miss ice-cold Coke,” Rodney volunteered as they walked out of the lab.
“Coke? I make this lovely speech about trust and friendship and all you can say is you miss Coke?”
“I’m offering you a tidbit of my life, isn’t that what friends do?”
“Well, yes but you couldn’t have picked something more substantial?”
“Hockey.”
“Hockey?”
“I miss hockey. I didn’t get to go to that many matches, well I was in Siberia at one point, but even after I lived in the States I still went when I could. And I always watched it on TV. Even if I was working late, I’d have it on in the background.”
“Hockey? That’s not a sport, it’s a game. Now football, that’s a real mans’ sport.”
“A real mans’ sport? Please. Have you not witnessed the inherent beauty in the slide of skates and a puck against ice? The crack of a slap shot perfectly executed?”
John allows Rodney to continue to extol the merits of hockey, interrupting to disagree just for the sake of it. As they make their way toward John’s quarters the corridors of Atlantis echo with their good natured bickering.
Author: Indy
Rating: PG for mild language I guess
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay (pre-slash)
Spoilers: none
My first SGA fic.
i_naiad for beta, even though she's not familiar with the fandom - my love/hate relationship with commas thanks you. *g* And kaneko for beta and suggesting I delete two paragraphs - I tried but couldn't get it to work.Hand Extended
by Indy
John finds himself in Rodney’s lab. Summoned to touch another of Rodney’s ancient toys, yet again. He sighs to himself and remembers a time when his presence was needed for more than switching on ten thousand year old gadgets.
“You bellowed, Dr McKay?”
“Bellowed? Me? No. I simply requested your presence and here you are.”
“Requested my presence? Yeah, at ten thousand decibels.”
“And here you are.” McKay smirks back at him.
“So, what is it this time? Another personal shield device? An ancient VCR that needs programming? Or, perhaps we hit the jackpot and scored decoder rings that render the wearer invisible, which would actually be helpful when going up against the Wraith.”
“What? Decoder rings? What are you talking about?”
“I’m here to touch something for you, right?”
At McKay’s raised eyebrow, he wishes he had phrased that better and shakes his head in mild frustration.
“Um, actually I don’t need you to ah… well I thought if you weren’t doing….if you’re not busy…ah forget it. It doesn’t matter. It was stupid. Sorry I wasted your time.”
Sheppard finds himself staring at a stammering McKay who quickly turns his back on him and stares intently at his laptop. Unsure of how to proceed he says nothing, and it seems McKay has dismissed him from his awareness.
“McKay? McKay? Rodney!”
“What? Oh you’re still here.”
“Yeah. Want to tell me what’s on your mind?”
“It’s nothing. I just, nothing. It’s ok.”
“Rodney, it’s obviously not nothing, and you went to the trouble of tracking me down and having me haul my ass all the way back up here from the jumper bay so talk to me.”
He takes in McKay’s rumpled state, the slightly maniacal fidgeting of his hands and the overwhelming silence of the otherwise empty lab. He realizes with a start that all the other scientists are currently having dinner together in the cafeteria and wonders why McKay isn’t with them.
“Why aren’t you eating with the other scientists?”
“I had too much work to do.”
“Bullshit. The others all have a huge amount of work and they’re taking the time to eat together.”
“I don’t… I make them uncomfortable,” McKay blurts out, his face flushing slightly. “I don’t fit in here. Sometimes I wish… I wish I’d never heard of the Atlantis expedition.”
“Are you insane? If it wasn’t for you, we wouldn’t be able to do half the stuff we need in order to survive here. You belong here, you’re a part of my team but more importantly you’re my friend. I’ve never been the ranking military officer before. I’m flying by the seat of pants here. I need someone to trust, someone who isn’t afraid to challenge my decisions. Ford can’t do that, it’s against protocol, and you don’t just throw that away because we’re in a new galaxy. Us military people, we need the familiarity of regulations. But you, you’re not afraid to disagree with me and argue with me and…I trust you with my life.”
“Huh, well. I don’t really know what to say. You think of me as your friend?” Rodney asks, a timid smile crossing his face.
“Yeah. I do. So what say we get out of here? You, ah, you want to come back to my place and hang out for a while? Too bad the ancients didn’t have TV, I miss movies.”
“I miss ice-cold Coke,” Rodney volunteered as they walked out of the lab.
“Coke? I make this lovely speech about trust and friendship and all you can say is you miss Coke?”
“I’m offering you a tidbit of my life, isn’t that what friends do?”
“Well, yes but you couldn’t have picked something more substantial?”
“Hockey.”
“Hockey?”
“I miss hockey. I didn’t get to go to that many matches, well I was in Siberia at one point, but even after I lived in the States I still went when I could. And I always watched it on TV. Even if I was working late, I’d have it on in the background.”
“Hockey? That’s not a sport, it’s a game. Now football, that’s a real mans’ sport.”
“A real mans’ sport? Please. Have you not witnessed the inherent beauty in the slide of skates and a puck against ice? The crack of a slap shot perfectly executed?”
John allows Rodney to continue to extol the merits of hockey, interrupting to disagree just for the sake of it. As they make their way toward John’s quarters the corridors of Atlantis echo with their good natured bickering.
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