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sga_flashficTitle: First Aid Kit Addendum
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vecturist
Genre: Gen, PG
Words: ~900
Summary: Sheppard and McKay are captured again. McKay's really not happy with the trouble they're in this time...
Notes: This is foralipeeps and a few other people in the know from P3. It's a little loose interpretation of the challenge....
Oh no, not again! Don’t even think about…” swore Rodney McKay as he felt the momentary spasms behind him.
“Hic” began Colonel Sheppard, attempting to quiet what sounded like a new round of hiccups. “Sorry,” he tried to shrug, raising his shoulders and arms as far as the bindings would let him.
“Only you,” muttered the physicist, “could have bouts of hiccups that not only get us into trouble, but also get us captured. I think this defies all science and maybe even Carson’s voodoo. I mean this is what, your fifth bout of hiccups, today? Ouch. I think I now have even more gravel embedded in my ass,” he yelped after a particular violent spasm.
“Sorry. I think that should be the last one until the next round,” Sheppard tried to apologize again. He could feel the anger and tension radiating through his back. “You wouldn’t happen to have any lemon juice on you, by chance? I already tried holding my breath and that didn’t seem to work.”
“Oh that’s hysterical, Colonel. Have you finally rattled your brain loose? I thought Novak could be annoying, but no, I’m stuck here in a cave with someone whose hiccups could bring this place crashing down on us. You haven’t triggered an avalanche, have you?” McKay tried to glare upwards at the ceiling at the hundreds of dagger-like stalactites arranged overhead, but only succeeded in nearly knocking heads with Colonel Sheppard. “Lemon juice? Really, I would have thought the sight of a few of those spear-waving idiots out there would have scared you. If not, I’m sure Ronon would have volunteered to try.”
“McKay will you relax? I’m sure Teyla and Ronon made it back to the ‘Gate and are either bringing help, or decided to track us down when we didn’t show up. Besides, your stressing and shifting seems to have only made these ropes tighter, and as much as I hate to sound like you, circulation is a good thing.”
“Well, hopefully Conan and Xena get back here soon. I’d hate for you to start hiccupping during our sentencing and these too-sensitive backwater villagers deciding to double whatever they’re going to do to us,” McKay finished, but from the slump of his shoulders the colonel could tell most of the fight had gone out of the Canadian.
In all honesty, he couldn’t blame McKay too much, but it was yet another screwed up trading mission, the way his team only could. Teyla had cautioned them that the Mycetales were quite strict in their adherence to ritual and formality in greetings and ceremony. Sheppard just had happened to start hiccupping during the blessing of the village feast to celebrate their new trade agreement. It was only three hiccups, but apparently that was enough to deeply offended their hosts, and soon Sheppard and his team were fleeing for the Stargate, despite multiple attempts to apologize and explain. Adding insult to injury, Dr. McKay had been with the colonel when he suffered through another bout of hiccups, loud enough to lead their pursuers directly to them.
So now they sat, bound by course ropes, back to back. Whoever had tied the knots was either very good, or had simply decided you can’t be too cautious with disrespectful captives. Struggling only seemed to make them tighter, and sweat from the combination of his exertion and the warm cave only added to the stinging around his chafed wrists. Even his black wristband seemed to be against him, the threads more irritating than comforting around the raw skin.
“Sheppard, so about this hiccupping thing? I’m guessing it doesn’t happen when you’re nervous,” snorted McKay after a few moments silence.
“No, just happens. All I know is once I get the hiccups, I’ll be getting bouts of them for the rest of the day, but I can only hiccup a couple times each round,” he finished with a smirk. McKay, he was certain, was probably biting back some cynical comment with that last statement.
“So come up with any brilliant plans yet?”
“Well, I was hoping you’d be your usual brilliant self and figure out a way to McGyver us out of these ropes,” snarked back the Sheppard.
“Well, I seem to have misplaced my Batman belt. I take it that bedhead of yours isn’t quite as conducive to hiding knives as Ronon’s dreads. Seriously, where does he put them? Wait, I don’t think I really want to know,” snarked McKay, for a moment getting his second wind. “Why do I think we’re so screwed?” He bit his tongue though, as Sheppard tried to silently endure yet another round of hiccups, the abrupt spasms reminding him of long-ago occasion of awkwardly trying to comfort Jeannie, as messy sobs wracked her body.
A sudden flash of movement and Colonel Sheppard’s abrupt snap to attention startled Dr. McKay out of any reminiscing. Both men, however, relaxed upon seeing Major Lorne and his team.
“Just followed the hiccups, sir,” smirked the major, grinning despite knowing he and his team were probably drawing a week’s KP duty for that comment.
Rubbing his newly released wrists and wincing at the raw patches, McKay just glared at Colonel Sheppard, gulping water from a proffered canteen, “After this, I’m telling Carson to put lemon juice packets in your first aid kit, Sheppard.” The strangled look on Sheppard’s face made getting doused by the water the colonel spit out worth it.
Author:
vecturistGenre: Gen, PG
Words: ~900
Summary: Sheppard and McKay are captured again. McKay's really not happy with the trouble they're in this time...
Notes: This is for
alipeeps and a few other people in the know from P3. It's a little loose interpretation of the challenge....Oh no, not again! Don’t even think about…” swore Rodney McKay as he felt the momentary spasms behind him.
“Hic” began Colonel Sheppard, attempting to quiet what sounded like a new round of hiccups. “Sorry,” he tried to shrug, raising his shoulders and arms as far as the bindings would let him.
“Only you,” muttered the physicist, “could have bouts of hiccups that not only get us into trouble, but also get us captured. I think this defies all science and maybe even Carson’s voodoo. I mean this is what, your fifth bout of hiccups, today? Ouch. I think I now have even more gravel embedded in my ass,” he yelped after a particular violent spasm.
“Sorry. I think that should be the last one until the next round,” Sheppard tried to apologize again. He could feel the anger and tension radiating through his back. “You wouldn’t happen to have any lemon juice on you, by chance? I already tried holding my breath and that didn’t seem to work.”
“Oh that’s hysterical, Colonel. Have you finally rattled your brain loose? I thought Novak could be annoying, but no, I’m stuck here in a cave with someone whose hiccups could bring this place crashing down on us. You haven’t triggered an avalanche, have you?” McKay tried to glare upwards at the ceiling at the hundreds of dagger-like stalactites arranged overhead, but only succeeded in nearly knocking heads with Colonel Sheppard. “Lemon juice? Really, I would have thought the sight of a few of those spear-waving idiots out there would have scared you. If not, I’m sure Ronon would have volunteered to try.”
“McKay will you relax? I’m sure Teyla and Ronon made it back to the ‘Gate and are either bringing help, or decided to track us down when we didn’t show up. Besides, your stressing and shifting seems to have only made these ropes tighter, and as much as I hate to sound like you, circulation is a good thing.”
“Well, hopefully Conan and Xena get back here soon. I’d hate for you to start hiccupping during our sentencing and these too-sensitive backwater villagers deciding to double whatever they’re going to do to us,” McKay finished, but from the slump of his shoulders the colonel could tell most of the fight had gone out of the Canadian.
In all honesty, he couldn’t blame McKay too much, but it was yet another screwed up trading mission, the way his team only could. Teyla had cautioned them that the Mycetales were quite strict in their adherence to ritual and formality in greetings and ceremony. Sheppard just had happened to start hiccupping during the blessing of the village feast to celebrate their new trade agreement. It was only three hiccups, but apparently that was enough to deeply offended their hosts, and soon Sheppard and his team were fleeing for the Stargate, despite multiple attempts to apologize and explain. Adding insult to injury, Dr. McKay had been with the colonel when he suffered through another bout of hiccups, loud enough to lead their pursuers directly to them.
So now they sat, bound by course ropes, back to back. Whoever had tied the knots was either very good, or had simply decided you can’t be too cautious with disrespectful captives. Struggling only seemed to make them tighter, and sweat from the combination of his exertion and the warm cave only added to the stinging around his chafed wrists. Even his black wristband seemed to be against him, the threads more irritating than comforting around the raw skin.
“Sheppard, so about this hiccupping thing? I’m guessing it doesn’t happen when you’re nervous,” snorted McKay after a few moments silence.
“No, just happens. All I know is once I get the hiccups, I’ll be getting bouts of them for the rest of the day, but I can only hiccup a couple times each round,” he finished with a smirk. McKay, he was certain, was probably biting back some cynical comment with that last statement.
“So come up with any brilliant plans yet?”
“Well, I was hoping you’d be your usual brilliant self and figure out a way to McGyver us out of these ropes,” snarked back the Sheppard.
“Well, I seem to have misplaced my Batman belt. I take it that bedhead of yours isn’t quite as conducive to hiding knives as Ronon’s dreads. Seriously, where does he put them? Wait, I don’t think I really want to know,” snarked McKay, for a moment getting his second wind. “Why do I think we’re so screwed?” He bit his tongue though, as Sheppard tried to silently endure yet another round of hiccups, the abrupt spasms reminding him of long-ago occasion of awkwardly trying to comfort Jeannie, as messy sobs wracked her body.
A sudden flash of movement and Colonel Sheppard’s abrupt snap to attention startled Dr. McKay out of any reminiscing. Both men, however, relaxed upon seeing Major Lorne and his team.
“Just followed the hiccups, sir,” smirked the major, grinning despite knowing he and his team were probably drawing a week’s KP duty for that comment.
Rubbing his newly released wrists and wincing at the raw patches, McKay just glared at Colonel Sheppard, gulping water from a proffered canteen, “After this, I’m telling Carson to put lemon juice packets in your first aid kit, Sheppard.” The strangled look on Sheppard’s face made getting doused by the water the colonel spit out worth it.
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Date: 2008-06-25 10:39 am (UTC)Nice work. :)