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Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Title: Molasses
Author: Em
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~930
Pairing: McKay/Teyla (semi-implied)
Dedication: For
_shroomy_ as a late birthday present. Her secret coupling is McKay/Teyla, so I thought I'd take an implied stab at it for her. Happy Belated Birthday!
Molasses
Rodney groaned and clutched his stomach. He reached out and grabbed Carson's arm before Carson could brush past him again.
"You've got to help me."
Carson rolled his eyes. "Rodney, you've just got the stomach flu. There's nothing more I can do for you. You have to let it finish working out of your system."
Rodney slowly lowered himself back on the bed. "Can't you just—put me to sleep or something?" He snapped his fingers. "Medically induced coma!"
Carson checked Rodney's drip, adjusting the dosage. "Rodney. . . ."
Teyla hesitantly approached. "And how is our patient?"
Carson shifted his eyes to Teyla and then back to his patient. "Rodney, maybe I can do something for you." He held out his hands to Teyla. "If you asked nicely, perhaps Teyla would be willing to beat you until you're unconscious."
Carson turned away from the bed. "Teyla, please, keep him out of my hair for awhile."
Carson glanced over his shoulder. Rodney was straining his neck, like he was trying to see what was happening. Having been caught, he sneered.
Carson dropped his voice. "Please."
Teyla smiled gently. "I'll do what I can."
Carson walked away, muttering about poor bedside manners and enemas.
"Still not feeling well?" Teyla asked. She pulled a chair up to Rodney's bedside.
"Hardly." Rodney crossed his arms. "You'd think they could cure a stomach bug in the city of the Ancients!"
A distinctly Scottish accent muttered something from a distance.
"Perhaps they were so advanced that they did not suffer from such illnesses." Teyla inclined her head.
"I highly doubt that," Rodney groused. He suddenly lurched forward, clutching his stomach. "Maybe—" He made a distressed noise before he could speak again. "Maybe you shouldn't be here."
Teyla wrapped her fingers around the hand Rodney pressed against his stomach. "I am convinced that you will be fine as long as I am with you."
Teyla's squeezed his clammy hand. Rodney blinked, surprised when his distress passed. "You do have a certain—calming—effect."
"Can I get you anything?"
Teyla's voice was soothing, like thick molasses—not that Rodney ever ate molasses, he was fairly certain that amount of sugar would cause a hyperglycemic reaction that would kill him.
"Food. I need food. I haven't been able to keep anything down." Rodney pointed to his drip. "They've been keeping me hydrated—"
Teyla smiled. "But it's not the same?"
Carson was making the rounds on the opposite side of the room, checking in on a sprained ankle. Nothing a nurse couldn't do just as well as he could. Naturally he was just avoiding taking care of Rodney, his one patient in actual distress.
Rodney lolled his head to the side, suddenly feeling smooth. "You always understood me."
Teyla squeezed his hand. Rodney squeezed back, lingering on the moment.
"You're . . . molasses." Rodney's eyes dropped closed.
"Molasses?"
Rodney's eyes snapped open. "Don't give me any of that! It's likely to kill me!"
Teyla closed one eye and examined Rodney closely. He looked tired, but mostly like Rodney. A bit more relaxed than normal—actually, more relaxed than Teyla had ever seen him, except for when he'd been—
"Doctor Beckett!" Teyla called over his shoulder.
"Bloody—" Carson approached and rolled his eyes. "Yes, dear?"
Teyla gestured to Rodney. "He seems a little—calm."
Rodney waved at Carson. "Carson. Hello." He batted at the air. "Your eyes are really, really blue."
Carson shifted from one foot to the other. He crossed his arms over his chest, slightly hugging himself. "I may have given him a little something."
Teyla cocked an eyebrow.
Carson gestured sharply, opening up his arms. "You've heard him! He's been driving my staff crazy!"
Teyla smirked. "You mean he's been driving you crazy."
Carson's mouth pulled into a guilty frown.
"You're both very tall." Rodney grabbed Teyla's arm and tugged her down. "When did you get so tall?" He squeezed, moving his hands up and down her arm. His eyes widen and he gasped. "Did I shrink?"
Carson leaned over him, checking his vitals. "Yes, Rodney, you shrank. And if you're not a good patient then I'm going to let you continue to shrink until you are a wee little man."
Rodney's lip curled up. He clutched at Teyla's arm, pulling her towards him. "I don't want to be a wee man!"
Teyla pulled one of Rodney's hands off of her arm, reassuringly patting his shoulder. "You're not shrinking, Rodney."
"I'm not?"
Carson rolled his eyes and muttered. "I didn't give him that much."
Teyla glared at Carson. "No." She pulled Rodney's other hand off her arm. "You're just fine."
"You're sure?" Rodney clutched at his sheets.
"I'm sure." She glared at Carson while she spoke to Rodney. "Perhaps the doctor could get you something to make you feel better."
Carson rolled his eyes again. "Jell-o?"
Teyla nodded. "That sounds good."
Rodney grabbed Teyla's hand again. "Can you—" Rodney took a deep breath and spoke in a rush. "Can you stay here to make sure I don't shrink?"
Teyla smiled that warm molasses smile. "Of course."
Carson sighed heavily, aware he was on Teyla's bad side, and walked away in search of jell-o.
Rodney squeezed her hand again and then smiled boldly, his entire expression changed.
"You could have sent Carson for more than just jell-o. A nice Sauvignon, perhaps?"
Teyla's mouth dropped. "You were faking."
Rodney nodded, a thin smug smile on his lips. "Why would I send you away when I could guilt Carson into doing it?" Rodney squeezed her hand again. "Now, back to that molasses thing . . ."
Teyla leaned over, smiling. It couldn't be denied that Rodney had a certain level of annoying charm.
~Comments and feedback are appreciated.
Title: Molasses
Author: Em
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~930
Pairing: McKay/Teyla (semi-implied)
Dedication: For
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Rodney groaned and clutched his stomach. He reached out and grabbed Carson's arm before Carson could brush past him again.
"You've got to help me."
Carson rolled his eyes. "Rodney, you've just got the stomach flu. There's nothing more I can do for you. You have to let it finish working out of your system."
Rodney slowly lowered himself back on the bed. "Can't you just—put me to sleep or something?" He snapped his fingers. "Medically induced coma!"
Carson checked Rodney's drip, adjusting the dosage. "Rodney. . . ."
Teyla hesitantly approached. "And how is our patient?"
Carson shifted his eyes to Teyla and then back to his patient. "Rodney, maybe I can do something for you." He held out his hands to Teyla. "If you asked nicely, perhaps Teyla would be willing to beat you until you're unconscious."
Carson turned away from the bed. "Teyla, please, keep him out of my hair for awhile."
Carson glanced over his shoulder. Rodney was straining his neck, like he was trying to see what was happening. Having been caught, he sneered.
Carson dropped his voice. "Please."
Teyla smiled gently. "I'll do what I can."
Carson walked away, muttering about poor bedside manners and enemas.
"Still not feeling well?" Teyla asked. She pulled a chair up to Rodney's bedside.
"Hardly." Rodney crossed his arms. "You'd think they could cure a stomach bug in the city of the Ancients!"
A distinctly Scottish accent muttered something from a distance.
"Perhaps they were so advanced that they did not suffer from such illnesses." Teyla inclined her head.
"I highly doubt that," Rodney groused. He suddenly lurched forward, clutching his stomach. "Maybe—" He made a distressed noise before he could speak again. "Maybe you shouldn't be here."
Teyla wrapped her fingers around the hand Rodney pressed against his stomach. "I am convinced that you will be fine as long as I am with you."
Teyla's squeezed his clammy hand. Rodney blinked, surprised when his distress passed. "You do have a certain—calming—effect."
"Can I get you anything?"
Teyla's voice was soothing, like thick molasses—not that Rodney ever ate molasses, he was fairly certain that amount of sugar would cause a hyperglycemic reaction that would kill him.
"Food. I need food. I haven't been able to keep anything down." Rodney pointed to his drip. "They've been keeping me hydrated—"
Teyla smiled. "But it's not the same?"
Carson was making the rounds on the opposite side of the room, checking in on a sprained ankle. Nothing a nurse couldn't do just as well as he could. Naturally he was just avoiding taking care of Rodney, his one patient in actual distress.
Rodney lolled his head to the side, suddenly feeling smooth. "You always understood me."
Teyla squeezed his hand. Rodney squeezed back, lingering on the moment.
"You're . . . molasses." Rodney's eyes dropped closed.
"Molasses?"
Rodney's eyes snapped open. "Don't give me any of that! It's likely to kill me!"
Teyla closed one eye and examined Rodney closely. He looked tired, but mostly like Rodney. A bit more relaxed than normal—actually, more relaxed than Teyla had ever seen him, except for when he'd been—
"Doctor Beckett!" Teyla called over his shoulder.
"Bloody—" Carson approached and rolled his eyes. "Yes, dear?"
Teyla gestured to Rodney. "He seems a little—calm."
Rodney waved at Carson. "Carson. Hello." He batted at the air. "Your eyes are really, really blue."
Carson shifted from one foot to the other. He crossed his arms over his chest, slightly hugging himself. "I may have given him a little something."
Teyla cocked an eyebrow.
Carson gestured sharply, opening up his arms. "You've heard him! He's been driving my staff crazy!"
Teyla smirked. "You mean he's been driving you crazy."
Carson's mouth pulled into a guilty frown.
"You're both very tall." Rodney grabbed Teyla's arm and tugged her down. "When did you get so tall?" He squeezed, moving his hands up and down her arm. His eyes widen and he gasped. "Did I shrink?"
Carson leaned over him, checking his vitals. "Yes, Rodney, you shrank. And if you're not a good patient then I'm going to let you continue to shrink until you are a wee little man."
Rodney's lip curled up. He clutched at Teyla's arm, pulling her towards him. "I don't want to be a wee man!"
Teyla pulled one of Rodney's hands off of her arm, reassuringly patting his shoulder. "You're not shrinking, Rodney."
"I'm not?"
Carson rolled his eyes and muttered. "I didn't give him that much."
Teyla glared at Carson. "No." She pulled Rodney's other hand off her arm. "You're just fine."
"You're sure?" Rodney clutched at his sheets.
"I'm sure." She glared at Carson while she spoke to Rodney. "Perhaps the doctor could get you something to make you feel better."
Carson rolled his eyes again. "Jell-o?"
Teyla nodded. "That sounds good."
Rodney grabbed Teyla's hand again. "Can you—" Rodney took a deep breath and spoke in a rush. "Can you stay here to make sure I don't shrink?"
Teyla smiled that warm molasses smile. "Of course."
Carson sighed heavily, aware he was on Teyla's bad side, and walked away in search of jell-o.
Rodney squeezed her hand again and then smiled boldly, his entire expression changed.
"You could have sent Carson for more than just jell-o. A nice Sauvignon, perhaps?"
Teyla's mouth dropped. "You were faking."
Rodney nodded, a thin smug smile on his lips. "Why would I send you away when I could guilt Carson into doing it?" Rodney squeezed her hand again. "Now, back to that molasses thing . . ."
Teyla leaned over, smiling. It couldn't be denied that Rodney had a certain level of annoying charm.
~Comments and feedback are appreciated.
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Date: 2005-09-26 01:09 am (UTC)His eyes widen and he gasped. "Did I shrink?"... "I don't want to be a wee man!"
*cackles* That definitely sounds like our Rodney.
I love how you threw me for a loop with McKay faking his drug stupor.
Oh. Teyla = Molasses is love!
McKay/Teyla was subtle just the way I like it.
Thanks for making me laugh, hon. *snoogles*
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Date: 2005-09-26 01:28 am (UTC)McKay/Teyla was subtle just the way I like it.
It seems like it would be sutble so I kept it all that way. And delving into Atlantis was fun. Teyla was easier to write than I thought she would be.
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Date: 2005-09-26 05:05 am (UTC)*pets shiny fic*
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Date: 2005-09-26 10:48 am (UTC)Sort of.
Now I'm imagining Teal'c with a wig. Good fun.
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Date: 2005-09-26 05:44 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-09-26 06:30 pm (UTC)*gets idea and runs away*
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Date: 2005-09-26 06:37 pm (UTC)Don't let Sophie know. ;)
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Date: 2005-09-27 12:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-27 12:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-27 01:11 pm (UTC)I promise that I'll try to work on it a little every day. I don't think this will be nearly as mentally draining as my normal angsty fare. And like I said, I'll have the first part finished by your birthday. Promise! :D
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Date: 2005-09-27 01:16 pm (UTC)And I notice how you don't mention any years. So my birthday in 2010?
Ooh, hello pretty Danny with sexy glasses and sex hat and sun glasses images. *drools a bit*
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Date: 2005-09-30 01:28 pm (UTC)Assuming I can get past the hurdle of getting started....
I'll finish my other Daniel/Vala fic well before then, though. Is that good?
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Date: 2005-09-30 01:31 pm (UTC)*snuggles*
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Date: 2005-09-26 07:51 pm (UTC)By the way, my new secret code name for the ship is "molasses". Muwahaha
*skips away*
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Date: 2005-09-26 02:01 am (UTC)Very cute. You nailed Teyla's voice and Rodney is just too great. I love the bantering between the three.
Good job, hon! I really like this one. :-)
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Date: 2005-09-26 10:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-26 08:09 am (UTC)"You're a wee little puppet man!"
Now that I got that out of my system, Carson would not want to keep Rodney out of his hair ever. He loves him in his hair.
I might have a new OT3, though. Those three are fun and I can only imagine how Teyla will punish both boys for drugging/lying to each other. And it involves the jello that Carson will bring. Heehee.
And yes, this is me preparing myself for the presentation I'll have in one and a half hours.
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Date: 2005-09-26 10:51 am (UTC)"You're a wee little puppet man!"
I was in no way stealing material . . .
That other people would notice. ;)
Carson would not want to keep Rodney out of his hair ever. He loves him in his hair.
I know, but Shroomy asked for McKay and maybe Teyla, and I know her secret kink so I paired them up. At least Carson is in it and later on Carson and Beckett can make it up to each other. I didn't say what happened to the jello once Carson brings it. ;)
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Date: 2005-09-26 12:08 pm (UTC)Right, you can say what happened to the jello once Carson brings it back on my birthday.
And I don't mind Teyla as much as other people seem to. I kinda like her. Most of the time.
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Date: 2005-09-26 12:46 pm (UTC)*cough* I was stealing. But most people wouldn't notice. I was thinking, "You're a wee little puppet man!" *giggle*
Right, you can say what happened to the jello once Carson brings it back on my birthday.
As long as I don't forget. You know how I forget.
And I don't mind Teyla as much as other people seem to. I kinda like her. Most of the time.
Me, too. And I'm really liking her chemistry with Ronon.
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Date: 2005-09-26 12:53 pm (UTC)Isn't forgetting the birthday the first step for gettting a belated birthday fic? So, forget.
I like her with Ronan, too. I still ship her with Shep. But those three are my other OT3. Teyla is such a slut what with all the threesomes all the time. I bet she is joining John and Rodney, too, whenever she gets a chance.
Well, who could blame her. I would do the same if I were her.
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Date: 2005-09-26 01:59 pm (UTC)Don't feel bad about noticing. If I didn't want anyone to notice or be reminded or it, I would have written something different. I like homaging Joss. ;) And this is the second time I've deliberately lifted something from Angel for an SG-1 fic.
Isn't forgetting the birthday the first step for gettting a belated birthday fic? So, forget.
But I won't forget your birthday! I'll only forget to write the fic. See?
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Date: 2005-09-26 03:44 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-09-26 05:00 pm (UTC)Or maybe I can get a bedtime story out of you like I get from
*cuddles you and mini!Carson and mini!Rodney*
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Date: 2005-09-26 05:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-26 05:33 pm (UTC)And yes, dedicate that Insane-O-Rama to me. Heehee.
*snuggles you*
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Date: 2005-09-26 05:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-26 05:42 pm (UTC)But a drabble on top of the Insane-o-Rama fic and the belated birthday book sounds really good. ;)
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Date: 2006-07-25 10:40 pm (UTC)You forgot to write the fic for me. But it's okay, I have another birthday coming up in the not too far away future. ;)
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Date: 2005-09-26 10:53 am (UTC)I'm a dolt.
But wouldn't you like to see 2 Becketts going at it? ;)
Okay, so I meant Carson and McKay.
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Date: 2005-09-26 12:04 pm (UTC)*dreams of two Becketts and lots of chocolate cream*
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Date: 2005-09-26 01:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-26 02:06 pm (UTC)Thank you. For a tiny fic, I'm glad it's well liked.
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Date: 2006-01-05 02:31 am (UTC)Okay. This? IS AWESOME.
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Date: 2006-01-05 02:55 am (UTC)Might I ask how you happened upon it? It's been a while since I posted it.
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Date: 2006-01-05 03:09 am (UTC)Your wifey
:)
Subtle and Brilliant
Date: 2006-03-21 05:53 pm (UTC)Re: Subtle and Brilliant
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