Atlantis
vantage
Author: wanderingsmith
March 2008
Summary: Humour fic. Why mirrors should not be bypassed no matter
what's about to be depleted
Warning: *mention* of kisses and bedroom fun - nothing explicit.. at
least IMO... if anyone thinks this should be NC17,please let me know
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I ain't got no money, and nobody'd be daft enough to pay me
for this. As it is said so let it be thought; you make the toys, I play
with them.
AN: so, anyone see Vantage Point? if not, pay attention to the
times listed or you shall be lost for a bit...
AN2: Ack! evil typoes! thank you odakota_rose and claraon for the
clearups!
Time: 2115
Rodney walks quickly into control room, muttering as he goes, "Oh, what
*now*." Annoyed at being disturbed from his research, again, he looks
toward the computer platform.
Seeing John standing there looking dishevelled, he raises his brows,
giving him the once over: shirt in the process of being tucked but
still askew, every item of clothing wrinkled, belt missing. Hair
looking like an electricity experiment; oh wait, that's normal.
But still, "New dress code?" He asks with confused irony.
John glares at him as he finishes tucking his shirt in his pants, "I
was in *bed*, Rodney."
The scientist blinks in honest surprise, "At *9* o'clock?"
John turns away as marine squads enter the gateroom, watching Lorne
positions them around the gate.
Still weirded out with the colonel being quite so badly turned out in
the control room, Rodney sees something even weirder. "Is that
chocolate!?"
John starts, voice suddenly odd, "What?"
Rodney reaches to the brown streak on the man's neck, causing him to
jerk away before contact, turning red. "How did you get chocolate on
your neck?"
"So I'm a messy eater." John mutters, hunching his neck into his still
crooked collar.
"On the *side* of your neck??"
Having had enough, he straightens and glares, raising his voice,
"McKay!! Fix the damn shield will you??"
{{{{{{{{{{{{{{REWIND
2105
John lay in bed, getting chocolate sauce spattered on him, laughing
breathlessly, "You're making a mess on your bed as well as me, you
know."
Suddenly the intercom blares, 'Dr. Weir, Colonel Sheppard and Dr.
McKay, to the control room immediately!'
"Oh you've *got* to be kidding me!" He jerks up, the urgency in the
announcement not letting him vent any more. Following the trail of his
clothe back to the door, dressing as he goes, finally tapping his
earpiece for a report from Lorne as he hurries down the corridor.
He steps into the control room to find worried faces but calm
operations. He catches the Major's eye as he walks to the screens
showing the gate activity. "Those squads on the way?"
"Yes sir, should be here any second now." He nodded and hurried down to
the gate himself, leaving John watching the readouts of the energy
being pumped through the gate. Going to put his hands in his pockets
and encountering his shirt, he absently starts tucking it into his
trousers. Wondering who had the technology to work around the shield so
damned easily; glad to see McKay walking up.
Until the man starts with his quizzing anyway. Of all times for him to
be observing people instead of technology! And damn it anyway, of all
*nights* for an emergency to come up!
"McKay!! Fix the damn shield will you??" As the scientist finally got
around to paying attention to their little problem, John looked up and
happened to see Elizabeth's eyes shinning with the laughter she was
bitting back.
He gives back a warning glare before shifting his shoulders to settle
his shirt, finding the buttons misaligned and starting to fix them one
by one. Grumbling under his breath about the inherent evil of the
universe.
{{{{{{{{{{{{{{REWIND
2100
Elizabeth was having fun.
When John had insisted she needed to play more, she'd expected to be
dragged to a game of ball, or... Although, come to think of it, there
wasn't much room or occasion for real games on Atlantis, except maybe
hide and seek.
Nonetheless, she had not expected to be kidnapped from some late work
for playfully served desserts. Not that she was complaining, she
thought
with a carefree laugh as she licked the last of the whipped cream from
John's shoulder. Shuddering herself as he bent his head to suck his
share of the white stuff from her neck.
"I *like* this game." There was a moan in her husky voice, feeling
hunger spike through her as his lips trailed to her ear.
He grinned, "So all I have to do to get you to leave work at a
reasonable time is provide dessert?"
"Ummmmmmhummm. Not just dessert." She trailed kisses down his chest
before sitting up on his thighs again. Reaching to her bedside table
for the last ingredient he'd provided. Smiling as she watched the warm
chocolate slowly drip from the spoon as she swirled it around
artistically. Not the least worried about changing a few sheets in
payment for this.
Her head jerked up when she heard the announcement. "Damn it!" She
slipped out of bed quickly, chocolate back on the table and grabbing
and tapping her earpiece as she pulled on the first sweater from her
bedside table drawer. "Report!"
"Unscheduled gate activation ma'am. No IDC and now something is
draining the shield."
"Draining the shield??"
She hopped into her pants, giving John a distracted but grateful look
as he stopped his own hurried path to the door to hold her steady for a
second. She nodded for him to go on ahead.
Their relationship had managed to stay their own for the last month, no
reason to appear together at this time of night.
She hurried to the nearest transport station, listening to the
technician's somewhat reassuring answers while John's voice, fading
down the corridor, ordered squads of marines to the gateroom.
She saw Zelenka furiously taping at a console as she walked up the
platform. Hoping to get a calmer, more detailed report, she stood
behind him, all the while keeping an eye on everyone, glad her too
well-trained-for-disaster staff wasn't translating the worry in their
faces to their work. She saw John enter and walk up to stand a few
steps from her, only now realizing that he hadn't done a very good job
getting dressed. Uho.
Lorne had better manners than to say anything now, but she saw his
brows rise when John wasn't looking, knew her lover would be hearing
about this. She carefully controlled her expression, glad for the
practise her years in the diplomatic corps had given her.
Even as Zelenka started a rambling but somewhat reassuringly cheerful
spiel on what was happening, she also heard Rodney start on John. With
her attention split between the two conversations, she didn't notice
when Radek got quiet. Instead found herself staring at John as the poor
man endured teasing that was very much her fault.
"McKay!! Fix the damn shield will you??"
She wanted to feel bad, she really did. But he was adorable. Clothe in
disarray, fair skin almost as red as her shirt, glaring so warningly at
her.
When she saw another smear of chocolate in the gap that appeared as he
undid a button to put it in its proper hole, she had to turn away,
realizing as her gaze collided with Zelenka's that her own cheeks felt
warm. And the rare grin on his face didn't help.
He winked and spoke in his soft voice, "I once dated a Belgian woman, a
most talented chef." He looked away, "Some of the ingredients she
claimed made chocolate taste better were quite fascinating."
AN3: I love stories that write themselves in a few hours :)
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