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sga_flashficTitle:Five People Rodney Never Had To Put Up With, or, Five Crossovers That Never Happened
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elenariel
Rating: PG
Words:699
A/N: Possibly straying into crack!fic territory here. For those who don't know, the fourth crossover is with a book series called Temeraire, which basically re-imagines history with dragons.
*
“What the hell is he doing here?” Rodney demanded, glaring at Sam and studiously ignoring the ‘guest’ she was showing around.
“Nice to see you too, Doctor McKay.” Tony Stark replied with, in Rodney’s opinion, a rather annoying smirk.
“You – don’t touch anything.” He jabbed his finger at Tony. “You haven’t answered my question.” He said, turning to Sam and going back to ignoring Tony.
Sam opened her mouth to answer when Tony put his hand on the device Rodney been waiting for Sheppard to activate, and it chose that moment to light up like a damned Christmas tree.
“Oh you have got to be kidding me.”
*
“Give me that.” House swiped the PDA Rodney was working on.
“Hey!” Rodney made a futile attempt to grab it back, and failed miserably. “Beckett let me do work in the infirmary.” He sulked.
“Did he know about it?”
Rodney opened and closed his mouth, momentarily lost for words.
“Oh good, keep doing fish impressions. It makes my day that much better.”
“If you’d diagnosed me faster, then I wouldn’t have had that much to catch up on because those morons in the labs were left unsupervised. I could have done it faster with my laptop.” Rodney glared, attempting to regain some composure.
“I’m sorry. Of course the hypochondriac knows more than a medical doctor.”
“I do.”
“Do not.”
“Do.”
“Not. If you’re going to be childish, I can do this all day.” House grinned, twirling his cane.
*
Rodney almost missed the man poking around in the caves. He was looking for a power source after all, not a lanky guy in a pinstripe suit and long brown coat. He certainly wasn’t expecting said suit wearing man to come barreling around a corner and knock him over.
Rodney let out a [manly] yelp of surprise. “What the hell are you doing?” He grouched, pushing the idiot off him. “You’ve got eyes haven’t you? Use them.”
The man frowned. “What are you doing here?” His head whipped around, as though listening for something Rodney couldn’t hear. “Never mind. Piece of advice?”
Rodney was about to tell him that he didn’t need advice from idiots running around in dark caves, when some rather odd noises echoed up the passageway.
“Run!”
*
“Actually, Doctor McKay, that answer is wrong.”
Rodney’s head shot up. “What?” He looked back down. “No it’s not, I checked that part twice. And how can you see it anyway?”
Temeraire snorted. “My Grandfather’s eyesight was better than yours when I was young, and I certainly think I can see better than that. You need to carry the one in your second calculation.” He gestured with a claw larger than Rodney’s arm.
Rodney resister the urge to flinch and narrowed his eyes at the dragon. “Who asked you here anyway?”
“I am told you did Doctor, when you read my thesis concerning the alternative applications of naquadah.”
“That was a rhetorical question.” Rodney huffed, and surreptitiously corrected his work. “And someone should have told me you were a dragon. Not that that’s a problem!” He added hastily.
Temeraire ignored him, except to flick his tail and say an offhanded manner, “Colonel Sheppard advised me to threaten you with citrus fruit should you became argumentative.”
*
“But I’m not dead!” Rodney backed away.
NO, BUT I THOUGHT I MIGHT INTRODUCE MYSELF SO WE CAN SAVE TIME LATER. I’VE HAD FAR TOO MANY FALSE ALARMS WHERE YOU ARE CONCERNED, DOCTOR MCKAY.
The figure pulled out what looked like a large hour glass from inside it’s robes and looked at it carefully, before putting it away. As far as a seven foot skeleton can look at something, lacking eyes and all.
“Wait – is that for me?” Rodney lunged, but Death stepped neatly out the way. “How much time do I have left? When - ”
WHEN IT HAPPENS, IT HAPPENS. AND TRY NOT TO LOOK TOO SURPRISED.
“Oh, right, because I know when it’s going to happen, what with you telling me.”
YOU OUGHT TO. IT WILL BE YOUR FAULT I BELIEVE, ALTHOUGH I MAY BE CONFUSING YOU WITH YOUR COUNTERPART TWO UNIVERSES OVER.
“Well thank you for that.” Rodney rolled his eyes.
Author:
elenarielRating: PG
Words:699
A/N: Possibly straying into crack!fic territory here. For those who don't know, the fourth crossover is with a book series called Temeraire, which basically re-imagines history with dragons.
*
“What the hell is he doing here?” Rodney demanded, glaring at Sam and studiously ignoring the ‘guest’ she was showing around.
“Nice to see you too, Doctor McKay.” Tony Stark replied with, in Rodney’s opinion, a rather annoying smirk.
“You – don’t touch anything.” He jabbed his finger at Tony. “You haven’t answered my question.” He said, turning to Sam and going back to ignoring Tony.
Sam opened her mouth to answer when Tony put his hand on the device Rodney been waiting for Sheppard to activate, and it chose that moment to light up like a damned Christmas tree.
“Oh you have got to be kidding me.”
*
“Give me that.” House swiped the PDA Rodney was working on.
“Hey!” Rodney made a futile attempt to grab it back, and failed miserably. “Beckett let me do work in the infirmary.” He sulked.
“Did he know about it?”
Rodney opened and closed his mouth, momentarily lost for words.
“Oh good, keep doing fish impressions. It makes my day that much better.”
“If you’d diagnosed me faster, then I wouldn’t have had that much to catch up on because those morons in the labs were left unsupervised. I could have done it faster with my laptop.” Rodney glared, attempting to regain some composure.
“I’m sorry. Of course the hypochondriac knows more than a medical doctor.”
“I do.”
“Do not.”
“Do.”
“Not. If you’re going to be childish, I can do this all day.” House grinned, twirling his cane.
*
Rodney almost missed the man poking around in the caves. He was looking for a power source after all, not a lanky guy in a pinstripe suit and long brown coat. He certainly wasn’t expecting said suit wearing man to come barreling around a corner and knock him over.
Rodney let out a [manly] yelp of surprise. “What the hell are you doing?” He grouched, pushing the idiot off him. “You’ve got eyes haven’t you? Use them.”
The man frowned. “What are you doing here?” His head whipped around, as though listening for something Rodney couldn’t hear. “Never mind. Piece of advice?”
Rodney was about to tell him that he didn’t need advice from idiots running around in dark caves, when some rather odd noises echoed up the passageway.
“Run!”
*
“Actually, Doctor McKay, that answer is wrong.”
Rodney’s head shot up. “What?” He looked back down. “No it’s not, I checked that part twice. And how can you see it anyway?”
Temeraire snorted. “My Grandfather’s eyesight was better than yours when I was young, and I certainly think I can see better than that. You need to carry the one in your second calculation.” He gestured with a claw larger than Rodney’s arm.
Rodney resister the urge to flinch and narrowed his eyes at the dragon. “Who asked you here anyway?”
“I am told you did Doctor, when you read my thesis concerning the alternative applications of naquadah.”
“That was a rhetorical question.” Rodney huffed, and surreptitiously corrected his work. “And someone should have told me you were a dragon. Not that that’s a problem!” He added hastily.
Temeraire ignored him, except to flick his tail and say an offhanded manner, “Colonel Sheppard advised me to threaten you with citrus fruit should you became argumentative.”
*
“But I’m not dead!” Rodney backed away.
NO, BUT I THOUGHT I MIGHT INTRODUCE MYSELF SO WE CAN SAVE TIME LATER. I’VE HAD FAR TOO MANY FALSE ALARMS WHERE YOU ARE CONCERNED, DOCTOR MCKAY.
The figure pulled out what looked like a large hour glass from inside it’s robes and looked at it carefully, before putting it away. As far as a seven foot skeleton can look at something, lacking eyes and all.
“Wait – is that for me?” Rodney lunged, but Death stepped neatly out the way. “How much time do I have left? When - ”
WHEN IT HAPPENS, IT HAPPENS. AND TRY NOT TO LOOK TOO SURPRISED.
“Oh, right, because I know when it’s going to happen, what with you telling me.”
YOU OUGHT TO. IT WILL BE YOUR FAULT I BELIEVE, ALTHOUGH I MAY BE CONFUSING YOU WITH YOUR COUNTERPART TWO UNIVERSES OVER.
“Well thank you for that.” Rodney rolled his eyes.
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Date: 2008-07-23 11:52 pm (UTC)you do know that there is a jack is on atlantis fic? it's called Charming the pants off the pashahads.
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Date: 2008-07-24 12:02 am (UTC)oh really? i'm fairly new to tw/dw so i'm just now getting to all the ficbits. would you happen to have a link?
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Date: 2008-07-24 12:04 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-07-24 02:57 am (UTC)http://donutsweeper.livejournal.com/17496.html?format=light
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Date: 2008-07-25 09:15 pm (UTC)