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Darkness Challenge: The Chart, V.24 by Sethoz
Title: The Chart, V.24.
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sethoz
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Genre: Humor/Romance
Spoilers: uh... most of season one, in particular, 38 minuites, Underground and Hot Zone.
AN: Greaful hugs to my wonderful betaforcryinoutloud. Without her, this would still be sitting on my harddrive.
Summary: Rodney McKay had always known he was going to die a painful, embarrassing death.
The Chart, V.24
A week after coming to Atlantis, Rodney McKay had created the first chart.
Well, it wasn't the first chart in the history of the world, and it probably wasn't the first chart made since they came to Atlantis – Rodney was pretty sure Zulunka had done some flowcharts the day they got here, but the fact was, this was the first chart of its kind.
The first chart that dealt with Rodney McKay's speedy approaching death.
Rodney was under no illusions when he accepted the chance to go to Atlantis. He knew there was a very good chance that he would die. He just didn't think he would find himself on the same team as a wild mop of hair that had a major under it who liked to accidentally put his team into danger and then after a series of wildly improbable incidents, get them back out, normally at the cost of Rodney's dignity.
After the whole embarrassing incident with the puddle jumper stuck inside the Stargate – and wouldn't that have been a humiliating way to die – Rodney had recreated the chart, version 2, this time with the added factor of Major Sheppard.
The chances of death by sheer humiliation got higher every time Sheppard spoke to him.
It had a list of every possible death he could think of verses every almost death he had suffered. Whenever he had to amend the chart and create a new version, he was horrified to find that for every near death he added, he was also able to think up numerous scenarios in which he had died and they were all unpleasant and all nasty.
Worst of all, they were all embarrassing. Rodney really didn't want to be remembered as the guy who died because some aliens didn't know about radiation poisoning or any other situation he had found himself in. If the world – or Atlantis – was never blessed with mini McKay's, it would be all Major Sheppard's fault.
As for getting his brain's blown out at a wholly awkward time by some nano-virus, well it would have been frustrating to say the least. He wasn't quite sure how it all came back to Major Sheppard, but Rodney remained confident that when he had the time he would plot this new escape from certain death, he would find that the smirking man was somehow responsible.
On the day of the great black out, he was on version 23. Rodney had managed nearly six days without having to update the chart. It was, he knew, too good to last. When Sheppard had turned to him, an easy smile on his face and suggested that the two of them explore part of the city, he could have sworn the hairs on the back of his neck stood up.
If only he had said no. Then he wouldn't currently be stumbling around who knows where, stepping in who knew what. Only Major Sheppard could cause a huge blackout simply by thinking about how he needed to get some sleep.
“I hate you.”
“You've said that before.”
“Well, it's worth saying again. I hate, hate, hate you! I would still be on version 12 if it wasn't for you!” Rodney snapped, giving Sheppard his best death glare. As Sheppard couldn't actually see the glare it was the waste of a good glare.
“Version 12?” Sheppard asked and even though it was pitch dark, Rodney knew the other man was smiling his infuriating smile. Rodney didn't answer and stomped on, the mysterious wet liquid splashing up his trouser legs. Rodney really hoped this was water he was wading through.
“It's not so bad; I find this darkness kinda... restful.” Sheppard said, his voice coming from somewhere on Rodney's right.
“I think that was the point Major.” Rodney snapped, his hands brushing against the wall, using it to feel his way along. “Perhaps you could try thinking the lights back on?”
“Is that all I'm good for?” Sheppard asked, sounding wounded. “Turning on lights?”
“No major. At the moment, you’re not even good enough for that. Otherwise we wouldn't even be having this conversation, because we would be in the light!” Rodney answered, his voice getting shriller and shriller. Sheppard didn't answer him and he scowled, convinced that the man was just trying to scare him.
“Major?” Rodney said at last, straining to hear anything. Silence answered him.
“Major, this isn't funny anymore.”
“Rodney... relax.” Sheppard whispered, his breath blowing on Rodney's ear. Rodney gulped heavily, frozen in place, hardly daring to breathe. His heart was pounding so loudly that he was surprised Sheppard didn't mention it. Was that a touch on his arm, fingers drifting along his tense muscles? The ghost danced down and for the briefest of seconds he felt pressure on his wrist, burning him and branding him. His heart felt as if it was going to explode at any moment and that would be a terrible way to go.
The lights flickered and came back on, Rodney finding himself face to face with Sheppard, who dropped Rodney's wrist. It swung limply to his side, part of his brain relived that he hadn't imagined the touch. Sheppard smiled and leaned forward to whisper in Rodney's ear again, his lips almost brushing against Rodney's ear lobe.
“Told you the darkness wasn't so bad.”
“Yes.” Rodney said swallowing. “You did.”
“Come on then Rodney.” Sheppard said, pulling back, his eyes flickering to the other man's lips for a second. “We're not done exploring.”
Rodney followed after him, scowling, though not quite as hard. He would have to update his chart; death by seduction.
::fin::
Author:
sethozPairing: McKay/Sheppard
Genre: Humor/Romance
Spoilers: uh... most of season one, in particular, 38 minuites, Underground and Hot Zone.
AN: Greaful hugs to my wonderful beta
forcryinoutloud. Without her, this would still be sitting on my harddrive.Summary: Rodney McKay had always known he was going to die a painful, embarrassing death.
A week after coming to Atlantis, Rodney McKay had created the first chart.
Well, it wasn't the first chart in the history of the world, and it probably wasn't the first chart made since they came to Atlantis – Rodney was pretty sure Zulunka had done some flowcharts the day they got here, but the fact was, this was the first chart of its kind.
The first chart that dealt with Rodney McKay's speedy approaching death.
Rodney was under no illusions when he accepted the chance to go to Atlantis. He knew there was a very good chance that he would die. He just didn't think he would find himself on the same team as a wild mop of hair that had a major under it who liked to accidentally put his team into danger and then after a series of wildly improbable incidents, get them back out, normally at the cost of Rodney's dignity.
After the whole embarrassing incident with the puddle jumper stuck inside the Stargate – and wouldn't that have been a humiliating way to die – Rodney had recreated the chart, version 2, this time with the added factor of Major Sheppard.
The chances of death by sheer humiliation got higher every time Sheppard spoke to him.
It had a list of every possible death he could think of verses every almost death he had suffered. Whenever he had to amend the chart and create a new version, he was horrified to find that for every near death he added, he was also able to think up numerous scenarios in which he had died and they were all unpleasant and all nasty.
Worst of all, they were all embarrassing. Rodney really didn't want to be remembered as the guy who died because some aliens didn't know about radiation poisoning or any other situation he had found himself in. If the world – or Atlantis – was never blessed with mini McKay's, it would be all Major Sheppard's fault.
As for getting his brain's blown out at a wholly awkward time by some nano-virus, well it would have been frustrating to say the least. He wasn't quite sure how it all came back to Major Sheppard, but Rodney remained confident that when he had the time he would plot this new escape from certain death, he would find that the smirking man was somehow responsible.
On the day of the great black out, he was on version 23. Rodney had managed nearly six days without having to update the chart. It was, he knew, too good to last. When Sheppard had turned to him, an easy smile on his face and suggested that the two of them explore part of the city, he could have sworn the hairs on the back of his neck stood up.
If only he had said no. Then he wouldn't currently be stumbling around who knows where, stepping in who knew what. Only Major Sheppard could cause a huge blackout simply by thinking about how he needed to get some sleep.
“I hate you.”
“You've said that before.”
“Well, it's worth saying again. I hate, hate, hate you! I would still be on version 12 if it wasn't for you!” Rodney snapped, giving Sheppard his best death glare. As Sheppard couldn't actually see the glare it was the waste of a good glare.
“Version 12?” Sheppard asked and even though it was pitch dark, Rodney knew the other man was smiling his infuriating smile. Rodney didn't answer and stomped on, the mysterious wet liquid splashing up his trouser legs. Rodney really hoped this was water he was wading through.
“It's not so bad; I find this darkness kinda... restful.” Sheppard said, his voice coming from somewhere on Rodney's right.
“I think that was the point Major.” Rodney snapped, his hands brushing against the wall, using it to feel his way along. “Perhaps you could try thinking the lights back on?”
“Is that all I'm good for?” Sheppard asked, sounding wounded. “Turning on lights?”
“No major. At the moment, you’re not even good enough for that. Otherwise we wouldn't even be having this conversation, because we would be in the light!” Rodney answered, his voice getting shriller and shriller. Sheppard didn't answer him and he scowled, convinced that the man was just trying to scare him.
“Major?” Rodney said at last, straining to hear anything. Silence answered him.
“Major, this isn't funny anymore.”
“Rodney... relax.” Sheppard whispered, his breath blowing on Rodney's ear. Rodney gulped heavily, frozen in place, hardly daring to breathe. His heart was pounding so loudly that he was surprised Sheppard didn't mention it. Was that a touch on his arm, fingers drifting along his tense muscles? The ghost danced down and for the briefest of seconds he felt pressure on his wrist, burning him and branding him. His heart felt as if it was going to explode at any moment and that would be a terrible way to go.
The lights flickered and came back on, Rodney finding himself face to face with Sheppard, who dropped Rodney's wrist. It swung limply to his side, part of his brain relived that he hadn't imagined the touch. Sheppard smiled and leaned forward to whisper in Rodney's ear again, his lips almost brushing against Rodney's ear lobe.
“Told you the darkness wasn't so bad.”
“Yes.” Rodney said swallowing. “You did.”
“Come on then Rodney.” Sheppard said, pulling back, his eyes flickering to the other man's lips for a second. “We're not done exploring.”
Rodney followed after him, scowling, though not quite as hard. He would have to update his chart; death by seduction.
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I love that the mop of hair leads the team and John himself is just sort of incidental.
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Heh, the mop of hair has a life of it's own.
[I love your icon, btw]
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I've got a wallpaper-sized version, you want?
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HA! How about 'death by hair gel poisoning'?
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I'm sure if they ever got around to kissing, then Rodney would have to run off to amend the chart to add that.
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And great for cheering a person up after that Marcus/Susan thing...
Danke.
Pluss, it's good. Which might be slightly important. Maybe.
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You know what I mean.
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and thankies. XD
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Hilarious! Thank you, that made my day better. :)
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Well done.
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Thanks! :D
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*sniggers*
He would have to update his chart; death by seduction.
Brilliant! The chart revision idea is hilarious :D I love subtle seductive Majors *G*
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All Major's are good. I'm sure Rodney will agree ;)
and thanks!
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