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Flight Delay by slybrarian
Title: Flight Delay
Rating: PG-13?
Spoilers: None
Words: 440
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archae_ology
"Well, this is familiar," John said, looking around the little holding room. "I do have to say that as cells go, this one's a bit drab."
"Will you shut up already?" Rodney whined beside him. As complaints went, it was positively mild - maybe a four or so on the McKay Scale of Pissiness. John gave him about another ten minutes before he ratcheted up to a six as he realized he was going to miss dinner and started yelling about hypoglycemia.
"In fact, it's pretty substandard. No torches, no window, no dubious toilet, just institutional-blue walls and some plastic seating. I could be ten and waiting in the Principal's office." John shifted from side to side, then added, "Also, this bench is making my ass hurt."
"Look, I said I was sorry!" Rodney shouted, not sounding contrite in the least.
"No, actually, you didn't," John felt compelled to point out.
"My point is," Rodney continued on without even acknowledging that John had spoken, "that I have flown hundreds of times without anyone bringing up things from sixth grade."
"I guess I shouldn't be too surprised," John said, tilting his head back to stare at the ceiling, which was an ugly beige. "We'd gone an entire year without you causing a nuke-related incident, one was bound to come up sooner or later."
"Whatever, Sheppard," Rodney replied peevishly. "I only built a couple of them. You're the person who's always setting them off and flying them into things."
"McKay!" John snapped while glancing at the door. "Are you trying to get us shipped off to prison?"
"Please, even the American government isn't that completely incompetent," Rodney shot back, yelling the last words towards the door. After a moment, he paled and then said, "Oh my God. They really are that incompetent. They're going to send me off to, to, Syria or some other hellhole and-"
John elbowed Rodney to shut him up and said, "Relax. Sooner or later they'll realize that we're mostly harmless and let us go, or the SGC will clear things up. Either way, we've got bigger things to worry about." Like how the hell they were going to explain this. John wasn't sure who he'd rather get the 'you people are idiots' speech from - Elizabeth, Landry, or O'Neill. Knowing his luck, they'd hear it from all three.
Rodney paled even further. "Oh, crap, you're right. If we miss Madison's birthday, Jeannie is going to kill me."
"Maybe you should have thought of that before saying things like, 'we need to hurry before the city gets blown up,'" John mimicked the broad gesture Rodney had used to illustrate his point, "in the middle of an airport."
Rating: PG-13?
Spoilers: None
Words: 440
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archae_ology"Well, this is familiar," John said, looking around the little holding room. "I do have to say that as cells go, this one's a bit drab."
"Will you shut up already?" Rodney whined beside him. As complaints went, it was positively mild - maybe a four or so on the McKay Scale of Pissiness. John gave him about another ten minutes before he ratcheted up to a six as he realized he was going to miss dinner and started yelling about hypoglycemia.
"In fact, it's pretty substandard. No torches, no window, no dubious toilet, just institutional-blue walls and some plastic seating. I could be ten and waiting in the Principal's office." John shifted from side to side, then added, "Also, this bench is making my ass hurt."
"Look, I said I was sorry!" Rodney shouted, not sounding contrite in the least.
"No, actually, you didn't," John felt compelled to point out.
"My point is," Rodney continued on without even acknowledging that John had spoken, "that I have flown hundreds of times without anyone bringing up things from sixth grade."
"I guess I shouldn't be too surprised," John said, tilting his head back to stare at the ceiling, which was an ugly beige. "We'd gone an entire year without you causing a nuke-related incident, one was bound to come up sooner or later."
"Whatever, Sheppard," Rodney replied peevishly. "I only built a couple of them. You're the person who's always setting them off and flying them into things."
"McKay!" John snapped while glancing at the door. "Are you trying to get us shipped off to prison?"
"Please, even the American government isn't that completely incompetent," Rodney shot back, yelling the last words towards the door. After a moment, he paled and then said, "Oh my God. They really are that incompetent. They're going to send me off to, to, Syria or some other hellhole and-"
John elbowed Rodney to shut him up and said, "Relax. Sooner or later they'll realize that we're mostly harmless and let us go, or the SGC will clear things up. Either way, we've got bigger things to worry about." Like how the hell they were going to explain this. John wasn't sure who he'd rather get the 'you people are idiots' speech from - Elizabeth, Landry, or O'Neill. Knowing his luck, they'd hear it from all three.
Rodney paled even further. "Oh, crap, you're right. If we miss Madison's birthday, Jeannie is going to kill me."
"Maybe you should have thought of that before saying things like, 'we need to hurry before the city gets blown up,'" John mimicked the broad gesture Rodney had used to illustrate his point, "in the middle of an airport."
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Funny thing is their luck is so bad I can see why he made that remark, just not a good idea to do it loudly in an airport!