At Ease (2/6)
Fandom: Stargate: Aquarium Atlantis
Author: arby_m
Title: At Ease (2/6)
Pairing: McShep, Sheppard/Dex, Caldwell/Dex, with a tiny dash of McKay/Zelenka
Rating: this part is like PG
Spoilers: really minor, through Condemned
Warnings: none
Length: 791 words
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.
Note: Part 1 is here.
McKay was furious. Well, more so than usual - he could admit that he was a bit irritable sometimes (not without cause, of course - if you counted low blood sugar as a cause) - but this time he had an even better reason than usual for his fury. The Major (sorry, the Lt. Colonel) had brought home that overgrown puppy, and he was planning to keep it. How dare he? He couldn't go around adding members to the team all willy-nilly like that, who knew what was wrong with this guy, he could be a psychopath for all Sheppard knew. He had contributed significantly to Rodney's ending up hanging by his ankle (and quite painfully, as a matter of fact), upside down and completely vulnerable to Ford's Wraith-juiced derangement.
And since this Dex creature was practically superhumanly strong (and good with weapons, don't forget) to boot (the brute, man-ape), Rodney didn't particularly like to contemplate risking his life on a mission with him at his back. And as if that wasn't bad enough, Sheppard was obviously totally smitten with him, too. Adding to insult to injury, that is. He could see the googly eyes and it was quite hurtful, as a matter of fact. So did the Major not mean all those long, significant looks that had been passed between them, or the snappy jokes that seemed to have more than a little innuendo behind them? This was not how it was supposed to work, damn it! What was supposed to happen was that he and John would get drunk one night and someone would make the first move (in the fantasy he purposely left that part vague, so he could pretend that the someone might be John) and they would have (lots of really hot) sex and then. . .it didn't really matter what happened after that. Plus, he never got that far in his fantasy. But now everything was ruined.
He sighed loudly. Zelenka looked over at him from where he was sitting, running one of his innumerable simulations, and Rodney could see the man pondering if it was worth it to ask him what was wrong. He bit down on the pencil he had been gnawing with a savage suddenness that caused it to crack loudly, sending splinters everywhere, including into the inside of his cheeks. Ow! Goddamn it. Am I really that much of an ogre? A glance around the lab confirmed what he already knew... yes, he was. The few remaining lab rats (human, that is) that were around at this late hour had jumped out of their skins at the sound, exchanged furtive glances but said nothing. Only Radek dared to make the query.
"What is it?" Almost gently, but firm.
"Oh... nothing," Rodney heaved another giant, melodramatic sigh. "Something - an experiment - isn't going the way I planned."
"What, the results are not as expected?"
"You could say that. Yes. Not my fault of course."
"Of course." Hint of a smile. "Unexpected variables?"
"Exactly! I hadn't counted on these... outside forces interfering with my perfectly well thought-out experiment."
"So, why can't you just reconfigure the parameters to take these variables into account? It seems simple enough."
"Easy for you to say."
Rodney lapsed into a thoughtful silence, thankful that Zelenka wasn't asking for details. Maybe he guessed.. no, he was innocently returning to his beloved simulation. If only I could run a Sheppard simulation. That was foolish, how? It wasn't like Atlantis had a holodeck.
Hm. His brain was torn between conflicting solutions - one was to build a holodeck (how hard could it be?) and the other was to try to come up with some kind of social simulation involving himself and one newly minted Lt. Colonel.
* * * * *
One mission with Dex later, and Sheppard was still almost totally at a loss. On the one hand, he'd been great in the fights, pulling arrows out of his own leg (ew), yada yada yada, eating mystery prisoner stews (what was up with that?) - but on the other hand, he seemed to have a serious problem with authority. And I know from problems with authority. Or rather, Sheppard's lack thereof.
I'm a laid-back kind of guy. I don't like to boss people around. I prefer to nudge them, nag them, sometimes insult them (McKay) into doing what I want them to do. This guy wants me to lay down the law.
Hm. Sounds like exactly the kind of soldier this Caldwell jerk wants.
The thought stopped him dead in his tracks. Suddenly all he could picture was Dex down on his knees as Caldwell ordered him to unzip his fly. God help him, the thought was incredibly arousing.
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But wait, there's more! Part 3!
Author: arby_m
Title: At Ease (2/6)
Pairing: McShep, Sheppard/Dex, Caldwell/Dex, with a tiny dash of McKay/Zelenka
Rating: this part is like PG
Spoilers: really minor, through Condemned
Warnings: none
Length: 791 words
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.
Note: Part 1 is here.
McKay was furious. Well, more so than usual - he could admit that he was a bit irritable sometimes (not without cause, of course - if you counted low blood sugar as a cause) - but this time he had an even better reason than usual for his fury. The Major (sorry, the Lt. Colonel) had brought home that overgrown puppy, and he was planning to keep it. How dare he? He couldn't go around adding members to the team all willy-nilly like that, who knew what was wrong with this guy, he could be a psychopath for all Sheppard knew. He had contributed significantly to Rodney's ending up hanging by his ankle (and quite painfully, as a matter of fact), upside down and completely vulnerable to Ford's Wraith-juiced derangement.
And since this Dex creature was practically superhumanly strong (and good with weapons, don't forget) to boot (the brute, man-ape), Rodney didn't particularly like to contemplate risking his life on a mission with him at his back. And as if that wasn't bad enough, Sheppard was obviously totally smitten with him, too. Adding to insult to injury, that is. He could see the googly eyes and it was quite hurtful, as a matter of fact. So did the Major not mean all those long, significant looks that had been passed between them, or the snappy jokes that seemed to have more than a little innuendo behind them? This was not how it was supposed to work, damn it! What was supposed to happen was that he and John would get drunk one night and someone would make the first move (in the fantasy he purposely left that part vague, so he could pretend that the someone might be John) and they would have (lots of really hot) sex and then. . .it didn't really matter what happened after that. Plus, he never got that far in his fantasy. But now everything was ruined.
He sighed loudly. Zelenka looked over at him from where he was sitting, running one of his innumerable simulations, and Rodney could see the man pondering if it was worth it to ask him what was wrong. He bit down on the pencil he had been gnawing with a savage suddenness that caused it to crack loudly, sending splinters everywhere, including into the inside of his cheeks. Ow! Goddamn it. Am I really that much of an ogre? A glance around the lab confirmed what he already knew... yes, he was. The few remaining lab rats (human, that is) that were around at this late hour had jumped out of their skins at the sound, exchanged furtive glances but said nothing. Only Radek dared to make the query.
"What is it?" Almost gently, but firm.
"Oh... nothing," Rodney heaved another giant, melodramatic sigh. "Something - an experiment - isn't going the way I planned."
"What, the results are not as expected?"
"You could say that. Yes. Not my fault of course."
"Of course." Hint of a smile. "Unexpected variables?"
"Exactly! I hadn't counted on these... outside forces interfering with my perfectly well thought-out experiment."
"So, why can't you just reconfigure the parameters to take these variables into account? It seems simple enough."
"Easy for you to say."
Rodney lapsed into a thoughtful silence, thankful that Zelenka wasn't asking for details. Maybe he guessed.. no, he was innocently returning to his beloved simulation. If only I could run a Sheppard simulation. That was foolish, how? It wasn't like Atlantis had a holodeck.
Hm. His brain was torn between conflicting solutions - one was to build a holodeck (how hard could it be?) and the other was to try to come up with some kind of social simulation involving himself and one newly minted Lt. Colonel.
* * * * *
One mission with Dex later, and Sheppard was still almost totally at a loss. On the one hand, he'd been great in the fights, pulling arrows out of his own leg (ew), yada yada yada, eating mystery prisoner stews (what was up with that?) - but on the other hand, he seemed to have a serious problem with authority. And I know from problems with authority. Or rather, Sheppard's lack thereof.
I'm a laid-back kind of guy. I don't like to boss people around. I prefer to nudge them, nag them, sometimes insult them (McKay) into doing what I want them to do. This guy wants me to lay down the law.
Hm. Sounds like exactly the kind of soldier this Caldwell jerk wants.
The thought stopped him dead in his tracks. Suddenly all he could picture was Dex down on his knees as Caldwell ordered him to unzip his fly. God help him, the thought was incredibly arousing.
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But wait, there's more! Part 3!