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I actually found this one in a temp folder on my computer at work. It sat, undone for probably close to a month before I realized last night that it was only missing the last three sentences...
Title: Sweet
Genre: SGA, Team, OT4
Rating: PG-13 (little bit of language)
Season/Spoilers: Season 4
Synopsis: “It’s really that simple to you?”
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, people with a lot of money do. I’m just borrowing them to play and making no profit from this.
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“What do you mean, you don’t care?”
“What does it sound like?” Rodney countered. “I’m using simple English, it shouldn’t be that hard.”
“But if the fluctuations cause a system overload...” Doctor Lasveri explained in a panic.
“You’ll be screwed, yes.”
“But...”
“Look,” McKay began, standing and subtly edging the man out of the room. “We have how many scientists here? Some of which are actually capable. Go bug one of them and leave me alone.”
Lasveri looked to the other people in the room for help and found none. If anything, their moods ranged between bored and amused. “You honestly care that little about the city?” he tried, swinging below the belt.
Rodney did not rise to the bait. “I care about the city,” he said with a casualness that made the other man squirm. “I care about it enough that I just spent the last 36 hours recalibrating the power flow to optimize the shields after the three near misses we’ve had with the Wraith over the past 73 hours. I care about it enough to make sure we don’t drown ourselves after the system controlling the water mains shut down and had to be manually reset over the course of 5 days. I care about it enough to send out memos explaining that the system restructuring may cause fluctuations for the next 24 hours and that anything outside of the predetermined norm needs to be reported to the team assigned to handle it. You, however, appear not to care about it enough to read a memo marked ‘Urgent’ in big bold letters across the top.”
“But...” Lasveri tried again.
“Isn’t the Linguistics department supposed to be good at words and stuff?” Ronon asked from his place on the couch.
“In theory,” Sheppard agreed from the floor. “But they like to break things down to their simplest forms to fully understand them,” he explained.
“I am confused as to how a simple translation program could produce such dire results,” Teyla mused from one of the overstuffed chairs, feet dangling over the side.
“It can’t and, even if it could, oh yeah, I don’t care,” Rodney answered for her.
“It’s really that simple to you?” the scientist huffed.
“Yeah, really it is,” he agreed.
“If he’s looking for something more complex, you could try saying you don’t give a flying fuck,” Ronon suggested helpfully.
“You’ve been spending too much time with the Marines,” Sheppard chided, trying hard to hide his amusement at the linguist’s stuttering response.
“Actually, I learned that one from Teyla,” the large man corrected him.
The Athosian beamed. “Doctor Keller has been most enlightening regarding Earth euphemisms,” she declared, reaching for one of the cupcake-like muffins on the table beside her.
“I’m sure she has,” John grinned, reapplying the icepack she had dislodged in her quest for sweets. He idly wondered if McKay had any duct tape to attach it to her ankle. Apparently Athosians fidgeted a lot when exposed to too much sugar, something he made a mental note of. He tossed another muffin to Ronon, who easily caught it with the arm currently not attached to a cast.
“Maybe Keller can help him with that language problem he’s having?” the Satedan suggested before taking a bite.
“Maybe I could force myself to care?” McKay countered with a shrug.
Sheppard looked up to see the rapidly retreating form of a certain linguist. “Oh, now you made him run away... Now we’ll never know if his translation project is secretly the key to saving the galaxy from the Wraith and that the downtime during the reboot may very well cost us our very lives,” he said solemnly.
Rodney snorted, but Teyla looked thoughtful as she mused, “Perhaps he has returned to his laboratory to study the language of this memo you delivered.”
“Oh yeah, it will take him hours,” McKay agreed. “It was full of nuances like, ‘don’t be stupid’ and ‘no, seriously, leave me alone’,” he added. He pulled at the wrapping of his own treat, the bandages on his fingers making his movements clumsy and jerky until he simply ripped it away and stuffed the thing in his mouth.
They ate in silence for a bit, until Sheppard checked his watch and held up his hand, counting down from five. As expected, his radio chirped right before he reached zero. He shook his head. So close. “Sheppard here,” he answered pleasantly.
“This is Carter,” came the familiar voice on the other end of the transmission. “You’ll never believe the visitor I just had in my office.”
“Oh, let me guess! Was it a certain linguist with a bone to pick with my team?”
“Why, yes, yes it was,” she chuckled. “I explained to him that the four of you are on mandatory down time and are to be left alone unless by my explicit orders.”
“Aw, thanks boss! You’re the best!” he said with far more enthusiasm than was strictly necessary. The extra volume caused extra strain on his already bruised chest, but he figured it was worth it in this instance.
Carter laughed again. “Well, you know, it’s one of the perks that comes with saving the city,” she pointed out. “However, for future reference, try not to piss off the Linguistics department quite so much next time. A simple reminder to review his memos would have been sufficient.”
“That’s all we did,” he protested genially.
“’Flying fuck’, John?” she asked doubtingly.
“Wasn’t me,” he pointed out.
“Whatever, enjoy your time off,” she waved off the incident. “You might want to think about locking the doors. Trust me, I learned that one the hard way. Carter out.”
He signed off the radio and mentally checked the door, hearing a satisfying click for his efforts. At the looks he received, he simply raised his eyebrows. “Orders,” he said innocently.
“Carter’s enforcing the down time?” Ronon asked doubtfully.
“Insisting upon it even,” Sheppard confirmed.
“Sweet,” Teyla said, pumping a fist into the air before reaching for another treat. Off the looks she received, she sheepishly added, “I learned that one from Lieutenant Cadman. She stated it depicts great pleasure at a turn of events.”
Sheppard seemed to mull that over for a moment, head wavering from side to side as he automatically realigned the icepack once more. Finally, he broke into a wide grin, agreeing, “Sweet.”
End.
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Feedback is always welcomed.
Title: Sweet
Genre: SGA, Team, OT4
Rating: PG-13 (little bit of language)
Season/Spoilers: Season 4
Synopsis: “It’s really that simple to you?”
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, people with a lot of money do. I’m just borrowing them to play and making no profit from this.
~~~~~~~~~~
“What do you mean, you don’t care?”
“What does it sound like?” Rodney countered. “I’m using simple English, it shouldn’t be that hard.”
“But if the fluctuations cause a system overload...” Doctor Lasveri explained in a panic.
“You’ll be screwed, yes.”
“But...”
“Look,” McKay began, standing and subtly edging the man out of the room. “We have how many scientists here? Some of which are actually capable. Go bug one of them and leave me alone.”
Lasveri looked to the other people in the room for help and found none. If anything, their moods ranged between bored and amused. “You honestly care that little about the city?” he tried, swinging below the belt.
Rodney did not rise to the bait. “I care about the city,” he said with a casualness that made the other man squirm. “I care about it enough that I just spent the last 36 hours recalibrating the power flow to optimize the shields after the three near misses we’ve had with the Wraith over the past 73 hours. I care about it enough to make sure we don’t drown ourselves after the system controlling the water mains shut down and had to be manually reset over the course of 5 days. I care about it enough to send out memos explaining that the system restructuring may cause fluctuations for the next 24 hours and that anything outside of the predetermined norm needs to be reported to the team assigned to handle it. You, however, appear not to care about it enough to read a memo marked ‘Urgent’ in big bold letters across the top.”
“But...” Lasveri tried again.
“Isn’t the Linguistics department supposed to be good at words and stuff?” Ronon asked from his place on the couch.
“In theory,” Sheppard agreed from the floor. “But they like to break things down to their simplest forms to fully understand them,” he explained.
“I am confused as to how a simple translation program could produce such dire results,” Teyla mused from one of the overstuffed chairs, feet dangling over the side.
“It can’t and, even if it could, oh yeah, I don’t care,” Rodney answered for her.
“It’s really that simple to you?” the scientist huffed.
“Yeah, really it is,” he agreed.
“If he’s looking for something more complex, you could try saying you don’t give a flying fuck,” Ronon suggested helpfully.
“You’ve been spending too much time with the Marines,” Sheppard chided, trying hard to hide his amusement at the linguist’s stuttering response.
“Actually, I learned that one from Teyla,” the large man corrected him.
The Athosian beamed. “Doctor Keller has been most enlightening regarding Earth euphemisms,” she declared, reaching for one of the cupcake-like muffins on the table beside her.
“I’m sure she has,” John grinned, reapplying the icepack she had dislodged in her quest for sweets. He idly wondered if McKay had any duct tape to attach it to her ankle. Apparently Athosians fidgeted a lot when exposed to too much sugar, something he made a mental note of. He tossed another muffin to Ronon, who easily caught it with the arm currently not attached to a cast.
“Maybe Keller can help him with that language problem he’s having?” the Satedan suggested before taking a bite.
“Maybe I could force myself to care?” McKay countered with a shrug.
Sheppard looked up to see the rapidly retreating form of a certain linguist. “Oh, now you made him run away... Now we’ll never know if his translation project is secretly the key to saving the galaxy from the Wraith and that the downtime during the reboot may very well cost us our very lives,” he said solemnly.
Rodney snorted, but Teyla looked thoughtful as she mused, “Perhaps he has returned to his laboratory to study the language of this memo you delivered.”
“Oh yeah, it will take him hours,” McKay agreed. “It was full of nuances like, ‘don’t be stupid’ and ‘no, seriously, leave me alone’,” he added. He pulled at the wrapping of his own treat, the bandages on his fingers making his movements clumsy and jerky until he simply ripped it away and stuffed the thing in his mouth.
They ate in silence for a bit, until Sheppard checked his watch and held up his hand, counting down from five. As expected, his radio chirped right before he reached zero. He shook his head. So close. “Sheppard here,” he answered pleasantly.
“This is Carter,” came the familiar voice on the other end of the transmission. “You’ll never believe the visitor I just had in my office.”
“Oh, let me guess! Was it a certain linguist with a bone to pick with my team?”
“Why, yes, yes it was,” she chuckled. “I explained to him that the four of you are on mandatory down time and are to be left alone unless by my explicit orders.”
“Aw, thanks boss! You’re the best!” he said with far more enthusiasm than was strictly necessary. The extra volume caused extra strain on his already bruised chest, but he figured it was worth it in this instance.
Carter laughed again. “Well, you know, it’s one of the perks that comes with saving the city,” she pointed out. “However, for future reference, try not to piss off the Linguistics department quite so much next time. A simple reminder to review his memos would have been sufficient.”
“That’s all we did,” he protested genially.
“’Flying fuck’, John?” she asked doubtingly.
“Wasn’t me,” he pointed out.
“Whatever, enjoy your time off,” she waved off the incident. “You might want to think about locking the doors. Trust me, I learned that one the hard way. Carter out.”
He signed off the radio and mentally checked the door, hearing a satisfying click for his efforts. At the looks he received, he simply raised his eyebrows. “Orders,” he said innocently.
“Carter’s enforcing the down time?” Ronon asked doubtfully.
“Insisting upon it even,” Sheppard confirmed.
“Sweet,” Teyla said, pumping a fist into the air before reaching for another treat. Off the looks she received, she sheepishly added, “I learned that one from Lieutenant Cadman. She stated it depicts great pleasure at a turn of events.”
Sheppard seemed to mull that over for a moment, head wavering from side to side as he automatically realigned the icepack once more. Finally, he broke into a wide grin, agreeing, “Sweet.”
End.
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