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In another fit of procrastination, I wrote a very short sequal to z_rayne's story Mythical.
I am going to hell.
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"I patently refuse to believe that you've never been laid. Non-corporeal sex doesn't count, either." McKay sat down across from Sheppard, handing him a mug of coffee that matched his own.
"Where did you get that idea?" Sheppard knew only his rank had kept Ford from direct ribbing about the unicorn encounter. Who knew what was circulating among the non-coms behind his back. McKay had no such compunctions.
"Unicorns, virgins. I mean, I'm no virgin, but - "
"Really? I thought your idea of a hot Saturday night was a date with an experiment."
"Under the circumstances, I channel my libido into productive avenues."
"Fine. Go channel it."
"It's not Saturday night."
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"I'm still trying to figure out what triggered the unicorn's reaction to you. We ruled out differences in artificial scent. I'm just trying to rule out differences in sexual experience."
"Well you have a rather direct way of going about it."
"I'm nothing if not direct." McKay took a sip of coffee.
Sheppard leaned back. "All the subtlety of a sledgehammer."
"So," said Rodney from behind the mug, "what was different about you?"
Sheppard considered his coffee for a long time, tilting the mug to examine the black depths. McKay held his own mug with two hands, partly blocking his face. Looking away, Shepard finally said, "I know what it was. At least I'm pretty sure."
"Well, are you going to share it with the class, Major?"
"No."
"Are you going to make me guess?"
"No. I'm not going to tell you. Drop it." Sheppard's voice had all the finality he could muster.
"Fine. Be that way. Ignore the interests of science." McKay put down his mug and turned, stalking toward the door in annoyance.
Sheppard watched him, watched McKay's ass, just the way he had been doing when he jogged up behind Rodney that day when they met the unicorn, thinking just the same thoughts, and feeling just the same tightness in his groin. That was what the unicorn hadn't liked. He snorted once in silent laughter.
Or not so silent. Rodney turned out the sound.
Sheppard felt himself go pink, and he knew this was the decision point. Drop his gaze, and drop the subject and the idea, or meet McKay's eyes, and let him evaluate the data.
fin
ETA: z_rayne has written her own sequel, Defloration. It's funny. Go read it
I am going to hell.
Factual
"I patently refuse to believe that you've never been laid. Non-corporeal sex doesn't count, either." McKay sat down across from Sheppard, handing him a mug of coffee that matched his own.
"Where did you get that idea?" Sheppard knew only his rank had kept Ford from direct ribbing about the unicorn encounter. Who knew what was circulating among the non-coms behind his back. McKay had no such compunctions.
"Unicorns, virgins. I mean, I'm no virgin, but - "
"Really? I thought your idea of a hot Saturday night was a date with an experiment."
"Under the circumstances, I channel my libido into productive avenues."
"Fine. Go channel it."
"It's not Saturday night."
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"I'm still trying to figure out what triggered the unicorn's reaction to you. We ruled out differences in artificial scent. I'm just trying to rule out differences in sexual experience."
"Well you have a rather direct way of going about it."
"I'm nothing if not direct." McKay took a sip of coffee.
Sheppard leaned back. "All the subtlety of a sledgehammer."
"So," said Rodney from behind the mug, "what was different about you?"
Sheppard considered his coffee for a long time, tilting the mug to examine the black depths. McKay held his own mug with two hands, partly blocking his face. Looking away, Shepard finally said, "I know what it was. At least I'm pretty sure."
"Well, are you going to share it with the class, Major?"
"No."
"Are you going to make me guess?"
"No. I'm not going to tell you. Drop it." Sheppard's voice had all the finality he could muster.
"Fine. Be that way. Ignore the interests of science." McKay put down his mug and turned, stalking toward the door in annoyance.
Sheppard watched him, watched McKay's ass, just the way he had been doing when he jogged up behind Rodney that day when they met the unicorn, thinking just the same thoughts, and feeling just the same tightness in his groin. That was what the unicorn hadn't liked. He snorted once in silent laughter.
Or not so silent. Rodney turned out the sound.
Sheppard felt himself go pink, and he knew this was the decision point. Drop his gaze, and drop the subject and the idea, or meet McKay's eyes, and let him evaluate the data.
fin
ETA: z_rayne has written her own sequel, Defloration. It's funny. Go read it