[EN] Of not murdering irritating Canadian scientists, Stargate Atlantis, McKay/Sheppard(-ish)
Title: Of not murdering irritating Canadian scientists
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Characters: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard (McKay/Sheppard if you look up close), a dog that shall remain unnamed
Words: 283
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to. Er. *checks Wikipedia* MGM and the Sci-fi/Syfy channel.
Notes: Another fic for Ye Olde Curtainficce Meme, for elliptic_eye, on the prompt "walking the dog".
Note to Canadians: I'm sorry for bringing up McKay's nationality so much. It's not on purpose! Aliens my inner Sheppard made me do it!
- Why do we have a dog anyway? I don't even like dogs! I'm a cat person! I shouldn't have to walk the thing just because -
- Rodney, would you shut up? It's temporary, we're only here for two more weeks. When we go back to Atlantis, you won't have to walk the dog anymore, I promise. Now take the leash and -
- But what if we don't?
- What if we don't what?
- Go back! What if we can't ever go back to Atlantis? I'll be stuck here forever with you and that... thing! I can't even decide which is worse!
John sighed heavily and tried to remember the specific article of the penal code that forbade him to savagely murder his fellow citizens. Was there a specific amendment that made an exception when the victim was a very irritating Canadian scientist who kept babbling all the time?
- ...and it's not even your dog, so why do we have to keep it here?
- Hey, that's a good question, why do I have to keep you here? It's not like you need a place to stay. You're Canadian, you can withstand extreme temperatures, right? I think I'll just get your stuff out.
For the first time in approximately an hour, Rodney shut up.
- You know, he said weakly, on second thought, I think I'll just go get the leash and the dog and, um...
- Yeah, you do that. And don't forget to come back early, it's your turn to do the washing-up!
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Characters: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard (McKay/Sheppard if you look up close), a dog that shall remain unnamed
Words: 283
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to. Er. *checks Wikipedia* MGM and the Sci-fi/Syfy channel.
Notes: Another fic for Ye Olde Curtainficce Meme, for elliptic_eye, on the prompt "walking the dog".
Note to Canadians: I'm sorry for bringing up McKay's nationality so much. It's not on purpose! Aliens my inner Sheppard made me do it!
- Why do we have a dog anyway? I don't even like dogs! I'm a cat person! I shouldn't have to walk the thing just because -
- Rodney, would you shut up? It's temporary, we're only here for two more weeks. When we go back to Atlantis, you won't have to walk the dog anymore, I promise. Now take the leash and -
- But what if we don't?
- What if we don't what?
- Go back! What if we can't ever go back to Atlantis? I'll be stuck here forever with you and that... thing! I can't even decide which is worse!
John sighed heavily and tried to remember the specific article of the penal code that forbade him to savagely murder his fellow citizens. Was there a specific amendment that made an exception when the victim was a very irritating Canadian scientist who kept babbling all the time?
- ...and it's not even your dog, so why do we have to keep it here?
- Hey, that's a good question, why do I have to keep you here? It's not like you need a place to stay. You're Canadian, you can withstand extreme temperatures, right? I think I'll just get your stuff out.
For the first time in approximately an hour, Rodney shut up.
- You know, he said weakly, on second thought, I think I'll just go get the leash and the dog and, um...
- Yeah, you do that. And don't forget to come back early, it's your turn to do the washing-up!