Sheppard/McKay snippet: Critical Mass (G)
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sga_flashficTitle: Critical Mass
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esteefee
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay
Rating: G
Wordcount: 448
Spoilers: None
Categories: ER
Summary: No rest for a genius.
Warnings: AU
Critical Mass
by esteefee
Rodney's radio went off with a chirp and a squelch of static just as he was finally falling asleep, and he rolled off his cot with a groan. He'd been up half the night doing emergency repairs on the HVAC in order to prevent a melt-down of primary systems, but apparently there was no rest at all for geniuses.
"McKay, get over here! We have a situation." Sheppard. Damn his squirrely head.
"Yes, yes. What else is new?"
"I'm serious. This is big!" And he must've been telling the truth, because as soon as Rodney came through the door he saw the paleness of John's face and the great splatters of red covering his uniform front.
"Jesus Christ, what happened?" Rodney ran over to him and grabbed his shirt, then almost pulled away in disgust at the stickiness under his palm.
John gestured wildly at the machines lined up behind the counter, narrowing a glare and jabbing at one unit in particular. It was his favorite, the one that lit up under his touch usually, Rodney knew, so he couldn't imagine why it was now burbling and burping wildly, shooting out more sploogy ropes of frozen red concoction.
"You killed the Slurpee machine? Fuck, John! All the ice cream is still half-melted from the HVAC failure last night."
"I didn't do anything!" John said sullenly, pulling away to brush a shop cloth over the sugary goo on his shirt. "Fucker just made this weird noise and then started belching goop all over me."
"Which doesn't change the fact we now have zero frozen confections to serve our customers," Rodney said heatedly as he stomped over to the machine to pull the plug.
"They can eat Mallomars. In case you missed it, bright eyes, we're in the middle of winter here."
"So? People still like a good frozen dessert." Rodney tried to pull the machine away from the wall and his sneaker slipped in the red froth covering the floor. He started to go down, but John's hand gripped his arm, steadying him. "Thanks," Rodney said, less sullenly, and John gave him a pat.
"No problem." John smiled at him. "Just doin' my job, McKay." There was a trail of red syrup along the side of John's neck. Rodney gave in to temptation and leaned over to lick it off, John's stubble rasping under his tongue.
"Mmmm. Cherry."
John gave a whuff of laughter and twisted away. "Hey! We're on the clock."
"Fine," Rodney's cranky mood was back, "Go get the mop." He turned back to the Slurpee machine, which, despite being without power, gave a sinister belch and deposited a final glop of goo on the overfilled catch tray.
Seriously, maybe it was time he went back to school for that PhD.
End.
A/N: If you aren't familiar with them, Mallomars are a seasonal cookie of excellence.
ETA:
Author:
esteefeePairing: Sheppard/McKay
Rating: G
Wordcount: 448
Spoilers: None
Categories: ER
Summary: No rest for a genius.
Warnings: AU
Critical Mass
by esteefee
Rodney's radio went off with a chirp and a squelch of static just as he was finally falling asleep, and he rolled off his cot with a groan. He'd been up half the night doing emergency repairs on the HVAC in order to prevent a melt-down of primary systems, but apparently there was no rest at all for geniuses.
"McKay, get over here! We have a situation." Sheppard. Damn his squirrely head.
"Yes, yes. What else is new?"
"I'm serious. This is big!" And he must've been telling the truth, because as soon as Rodney came through the door he saw the paleness of John's face and the great splatters of red covering his uniform front.
"Jesus Christ, what happened?" Rodney ran over to him and grabbed his shirt, then almost pulled away in disgust at the stickiness under his palm.
John gestured wildly at the machines lined up behind the counter, narrowing a glare and jabbing at one unit in particular. It was his favorite, the one that lit up under his touch usually, Rodney knew, so he couldn't imagine why it was now burbling and burping wildly, shooting out more sploogy ropes of frozen red concoction.
"You killed the Slurpee machine? Fuck, John! All the ice cream is still half-melted from the HVAC failure last night."
"I didn't do anything!" John said sullenly, pulling away to brush a shop cloth over the sugary goo on his shirt. "Fucker just made this weird noise and then started belching goop all over me."
"Which doesn't change the fact we now have zero frozen confections to serve our customers," Rodney said heatedly as he stomped over to the machine to pull the plug.
"They can eat Mallomars. In case you missed it, bright eyes, we're in the middle of winter here."
"So? People still like a good frozen dessert." Rodney tried to pull the machine away from the wall and his sneaker slipped in the red froth covering the floor. He started to go down, but John's hand gripped his arm, steadying him. "Thanks," Rodney said, less sullenly, and John gave him a pat.
"No problem." John smiled at him. "Just doin' my job, McKay." There was a trail of red syrup along the side of John's neck. Rodney gave in to temptation and leaned over to lick it off, John's stubble rasping under his tongue.
"Mmmm. Cherry."
John gave a whuff of laughter and twisted away. "Hey! We're on the clock."
"Fine," Rodney's cranky mood was back, "Go get the mop." He turned back to the Slurpee machine, which, despite being without power, gave a sinister belch and deposited a final glop of goo on the overfilled catch tray.
Seriously, maybe it was time he went back to school for that PhD.
End.
A/N: If you aren't familiar with them, Mallomars are a seasonal cookie of excellence.
ETA:
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Date: 2010-02-22 11:51 pm (UTC)Oh Rodney, not enough sleep and facing new technical difficulties. At least he has John for company. :)
*imagines John cleaning up the red slushy like shovelling snow*
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Date: 2010-02-23 12:03 am (UTC)::imagines John in his 7-11 uniform! cleaning up Slurpee goo::
::imagines Rodney licking it off his wrists.::
um.
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Date: 2010-02-23 12:22 am (UTC)I am sure Rodney will get slushy all over his arms when he fixes the machine and requires some licking on John's part, as well. :D
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Date: 2010-02-23 12:59 am (UTC)(Uh-oh. photoshop insanity.)
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Date: 2010-02-23 12:00 am (UTC)And then you had me laughing! And going, awwwwwww....!
:::wanders off, chuckling:::
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Date: 2010-02-23 12:04 am (UTC)Thanks, mezzo!
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Date: 2010-02-23 01:11 am (UTC)(At least, they're not working at Denny's.)
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Date: 2010-02-23 01:45 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-02-23 02:10 am (UTC)Also, the manip is cracking me up. If John Sheppard worked at my 7-Eleven, I'd probably eat a frightening amount of junk food.
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Date: 2010-02-23 04:13 am (UTC)[My favorite bit is the 7-Eleven sign I stole from failads to cover up the Osama turbin behind John's head from the *previous* photo manip.]
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Date: 2010-02-23 06:07 am (UTC)Tagged on the AU list (under 7-11 clerk/7-11 genius). :>
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Date: 2010-02-23 07:36 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-02-23 08:12 am (UTC)Hey, have you seen this skaredykat's SGA fic primer and recs list? Just in case you were worried you might get anything productive done again. Ever. :>
ETA: I just realized that Joe and the slug-of-cuteness have the same hairstyle. Bwahahaha!
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Date: 2010-02-26 06:21 am (UTC)(SLUG OF SPIKEYNESS!!!!)
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Date: 2010-02-23 12:19 pm (UTC)Thanks for cheering up an otherwise terrible morning!
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Date: 2010-02-23 07:58 pm (UTC)THIS IS NOT THE AUs YOU'RE LOOKING FOR.]
I know, right? That's exactly what I was hoping for. That...utterly silly contrast of Rodney out of context.
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Date: 2010-02-23 02:51 pm (UTC)When in doubt, always go with an X-Files explanation.
I love this :D Especially neck licking :>:> How unfortunate that every time someone buys a cherry slurpee from now on John's going to get a little turned on :D
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Date: 2010-02-23 08:04 pm (UTC)(LKF: John always gets hard when using the Slurpee machine. It's a thing.)
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Date: 2010-02-24 02:26 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-02-24 03:40 am (UTC)(Actually, I'm constantly reminded of fanfiction I've read by little things around me; e.g., there's someone on my alley who has Iowa license plates and every single time I pass their car I think of "A Farm in Iowa." :))) *boys* They could have moved to my block!)
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Date: 2010-02-25 02:26 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-02-26 05:51 am (UTC)And now I want one, but there isn't a 7/11 for miles and miles and miles. Alas.
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Date: 2010-02-26 06:07 am (UTC)An HVAC is an industrial air conditioning system, used to cool all sorts of spaces like refrigeration units or server rooms. :)
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