Day 45, Morning, Mess Hall, Attn: Perna, anyone [f]
Jack levered himself into a chair, hands shaking in impotent fury at what he'd seen. Dear God, Carson was going to be so incredibly hurt.
He knew McKay was an asshole, but this was totally beyond what even he could imagine the man doing.
The door slid open and a woman in science blue stepped in, looked around and spotted another of her fellow scientists and hurried over. "Oh, my God, you will never believe!" the woman started.
Jack snorted and stood, heading for the coffee and endless supply of sandwiches. There wasn't much to distinguish breakfast from lunch and dinner right now. He grabbed a plate and balanced it on top of a cup of coffee, then carefully made his way back to the table, grimacing as hot coffee sloshed over his hand just before he managed to get it set down.
"Damn," he muttered, wiping his hand on the scrubs he was wearing.
Eventually, he'd find clothes, but he suspected that would involve raiding the dead and lost expedition members' rooms, and no one was really ready to do that just yet.
He dropped his head to the table, hearing bits of the conversation. "...Kay and Beckett?!"
"...so romanti... old movie..."
He wondered if Carson would ever forgive him if he just shot McKay to save the inevitable pain that would otherwise follow.
He knew McKay was an asshole, but this was totally beyond what even he could imagine the man doing.
The door slid open and a woman in science blue stepped in, looked around and spotted another of her fellow scientists and hurried over. "Oh, my God, you will never believe!" the woman started.
Jack snorted and stood, heading for the coffee and endless supply of sandwiches. There wasn't much to distinguish breakfast from lunch and dinner right now. He grabbed a plate and balanced it on top of a cup of coffee, then carefully made his way back to the table, grimacing as hot coffee sloshed over his hand just before he managed to get it set down.
"Damn," he muttered, wiping his hand on the scrubs he was wearing.
Eventually, he'd find clothes, but he suspected that would involve raiding the dead and lost expedition members' rooms, and no one was really ready to do that just yet.
He dropped his head to the table, hearing bits of the conversation. "...Kay and Beckett?!"
"...so romanti... old movie..."
He wondered if Carson would ever forgive him if he just shot McKay to save the inevitable pain that would otherwise follow.