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amezriWhat the crap. del.icio.us is down again, this time for "emergency maintenance." It was always a bit slow before, but post-Yahoo it's just gotten really, really sucky.
In other news, out of complete braindead boredom at work, I wrote fic. Yeah, don't expect anything much. Many thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cassiejamie for looking it over and telling me it doesn't suck and encouraging me to post it.
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Title: Flying Monkeys
Author: Amezri
Spoilers: None
Rating: PG
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard (but it could be gen)
"McKay! Put that down!" John shouted, reaching to snatch the small pod-like device out of the scientist's hand.
"Relax, Colonel," McKay snapped, twisting out of the way. "I know what I'm doing."
John shuddered. Whenever McKay uttered those words, something bad - and usually painful - was guaranteed to follow. "McKay, just put that back. You don't know-"
"Oh, please," McKay interrupted, holding up his free hand. "It's a harmless... pod-like thing. I haven't even turned it on."
"Yeah, and let's not," John muttered. "You removed it from a box that looks like it should have an In Case of Emergency sticker."
McKay narrowed his eyes in annoyance. "Oh, yes, Colonel, because the Ancients needed something so mundane." The device was still gripped firmly in his hand and it made John want to pull out his sidearm. For all he knew, it could be a homing beacon for an army of winged monkeys.
"Monkeys?" McKay said suddenly. "Why the hell would they make winged monkeys?"
John froze. Did McKay just read his mind?
"No, I..." McKay started to say.
"Uh huh," John said out loud. What he was thinking was that McKay, the sneaky motherfucker, had totally set him up.
McKay opened his mouth, as if to protest, but shut it again with an audible click. His jaw worried a moment before he finally blurted, "It's not even on!"
John decided that now would be a good time to mess with McKay's head. He thought about all the snarky comments McKay had ever made and then he thought about duct taping his mouth closed.
"Don't you even try it!" McKay spat. "Besides, we don't even have any duct tape left."
"No, we don't because you geeks stole our last few rolls," John said accusingly.
"We needed it." McKay said it with finality, as if there was no arguing with the fact that the science department desperately needed all available rolls of duct tape.
John merely smirked and thought about some of the interesting ways the geeks had used those rolls of stolen tape.
McKay fumed. "Listen, that wasn't even my idea! Simpson had some idiotic idea that you could actually hold a full-grown human being to a wall with tape. We demanded proof; Kavanagh just happened to... uh... volunteer."
"If you say so," John said, not at all convinced. "Now turn it off."
"Okay," came the quick reply.
"McKay..."
"It's off!"
Doubtful, John sent as many grotesque and disturbing images he could remember from his few viewings of Fear Factor.
McKay all but squeaked. "Okay, okay, I'm turning it off!"
Knowing the other man as well as he did, John still doubted that the device was off, but carefully kept his mind focused elsewhere. He nodded and waved McKay out of the lab, letting him get a few steps down the hall before projecting a last series of images.
Ahead of him, McKay stumbled, dropping the device on the floor. It clattered loudly, flashing briefly. McKay turned. If someone could pull an expression that looked like an embarrassed, accusatory glare, well, that's the look that was on his face.
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Now, CJ had asked why I refer to John as John and Rodney as McKay, so let me 'splain. Usually, I'd switch between the names for a bit of variety, but while I was jotting this down and then typing it up, I decided that it was taking place in John's headspace and since John refers to himself as John and Rodney as McKay, well... there you go.
Feedback is adored, even if you didn't like it, but especially if you did :)
In other news, out of complete braindead boredom at work, I wrote fic. Yeah, don't expect anything much. Many thanks to
cassiejamie for looking it over and telling me it doesn't suck and encouraging me to post it.------------------
Title: Flying Monkeys
Author: Amezri
Spoilers: None
Rating: PG
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard (but it could be gen)
"McKay! Put that down!" John shouted, reaching to snatch the small pod-like device out of the scientist's hand.
"Relax, Colonel," McKay snapped, twisting out of the way. "I know what I'm doing."
John shuddered. Whenever McKay uttered those words, something bad - and usually painful - was guaranteed to follow. "McKay, just put that back. You don't know-"
"Oh, please," McKay interrupted, holding up his free hand. "It's a harmless... pod-like thing. I haven't even turned it on."
"Yeah, and let's not," John muttered. "You removed it from a box that looks like it should have an In Case of Emergency sticker."
McKay narrowed his eyes in annoyance. "Oh, yes, Colonel, because the Ancients needed something so mundane." The device was still gripped firmly in his hand and it made John want to pull out his sidearm. For all he knew, it could be a homing beacon for an army of winged monkeys.
"Monkeys?" McKay said suddenly. "Why the hell would they make winged monkeys?"
John froze. Did McKay just read his mind?
"No, I..." McKay started to say.
"Uh huh," John said out loud. What he was thinking was that McKay, the sneaky motherfucker, had totally set him up.
McKay opened his mouth, as if to protest, but shut it again with an audible click. His jaw worried a moment before he finally blurted, "It's not even on!"
John decided that now would be a good time to mess with McKay's head. He thought about all the snarky comments McKay had ever made and then he thought about duct taping his mouth closed.
"Don't you even try it!" McKay spat. "Besides, we don't even have any duct tape left."
"No, we don't because you geeks stole our last few rolls," John said accusingly.
"We needed it." McKay said it with finality, as if there was no arguing with the fact that the science department desperately needed all available rolls of duct tape.
John merely smirked and thought about some of the interesting ways the geeks had used those rolls of stolen tape.
McKay fumed. "Listen, that wasn't even my idea! Simpson had some idiotic idea that you could actually hold a full-grown human being to a wall with tape. We demanded proof; Kavanagh just happened to... uh... volunteer."
"If you say so," John said, not at all convinced. "Now turn it off."
"Okay," came the quick reply.
"McKay..."
"It's off!"
Doubtful, John sent as many grotesque and disturbing images he could remember from his few viewings of Fear Factor.
McKay all but squeaked. "Okay, okay, I'm turning it off!"
Knowing the other man as well as he did, John still doubted that the device was off, but carefully kept his mind focused elsewhere. He nodded and waved McKay out of the lab, letting him get a few steps down the hall before projecting a last series of images.
Ahead of him, McKay stumbled, dropping the device on the floor. It clattered loudly, flashing briefly. McKay turned. If someone could pull an expression that looked like an embarrassed, accusatory glare, well, that's the look that was on his face.
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Now, CJ had asked why I refer to John as John and Rodney as McKay, so let me 'splain. Usually, I'd switch between the names for a bit of variety, but while I was jotting this down and then typing it up, I decided that it was taking place in John's headspace and since John refers to himself as John and Rodney as McKay, well... there you go.
Feedback is adored, even if you didn't like it, but especially if you did :)
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Date: 2005-12-19 03:22 am (UTC)Hee! And
"Monkeys?" McKay said suddenly. "Why the hell would they make winged monkeys?"
And the tape! I have to admit that I totally understand the urge to duct tape Kavanaugh to a wall. Very nice.
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Date: 2005-12-19 05:02 am (UTC)Yes, taping Kavanagh would be very therapeutic. Heh.
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Date: 2005-12-19 03:40 am (UTC)this is good.
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Date: 2005-12-19 06:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-19 04:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-19 06:03 am (UTC)Your icons has cows! :D
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Date: 2005-12-19 04:27 am (UTC)One typo though: Ahead of him, McKay stumbled, dropping the device on the floor. It clattered loudly, flashing briefly. McKay turned. If someone could pull nd expression that looked like an embarrassed, accusatory glare, well, that's the look that was on his face.
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Date: 2005-12-19 04:52 am (UTC)And, eep! on the typo. It wasn't there and something was displaying funny, so I fixed it and then made the typo >_< thanks for spotting it.
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Date: 2005-12-19 04:33 am (UTC)And winged monkeys! IT is perhaps the one thing the SGA'verse needs. Battalions of them. Flying overhead.
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Date: 2005-12-19 06:16 am (UTC)Winged monkeys are so wrong and scare me like clowns scare me. SGAverse does not need them :x
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Date: 2005-12-19 07:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-19 03:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-19 10:13 am (UTC)"You removed it from a box that looks like it should have an In Case of Emergency sticker."
As should most of the Ancient equipment, imho.
It's just such a Rodney thing to do, wanting to keep knowing what's going on in Sheppard's head. And of course John has to mess with Rodney's head in return.
Simpson has been watching Brainiac, wheeee.
Thanks for sharing.
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Date: 2005-12-19 05:20 pm (UTC)Thank you for the lovely feedback ^^
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Date: 2005-12-19 06:12 pm (UTC)Fun!
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Date: 2005-12-19 08:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-19 07:29 pm (UTC)Bwahahahaha! Man, I can't even watch the commercials for that show without gagging.
I loved how he totally busted Rodney at the end. Very cute.
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Date: 2005-12-19 08:39 pm (UTC)I'm glad you liked it ^^
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Date: 2005-12-19 08:18 pm (UTC)wags, springwoof
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Date: 2005-12-19 08:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-19 08:39 pm (UTC)*hums song from Wizard of OZ*
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Date: 2005-12-19 08:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-20 01:29 am (UTC)"We needed it." McKay said it with finality, as if there was no arguing with the fact that the science department desperately needed all available rolls of duct tape. I'm sure they do.
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Date: 2005-12-20 04:32 am (UTC)Geeks always need duct tape. Yep.
Glad you liked!
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Date: 2005-12-20 03:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-20 04:33 am (UTC)flying monkeys
Date: 2005-12-20 05:18 am (UTC)Re: flying monkeys
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Date: 2005-12-23 05:39 am (UTC)no subject
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