Wiggle Room
So I, in ALL my wonderful stress at life this year, forgot to actually JOIN the community when I signed up for a prompt. Doesn't look like I'm too late to the party, though.
Wiggle Room
Author: scifinut - scifinut@gmail.com
Characters: Weir/Zelenka
Category: Humor
Rating: Unabashedly G
Summary: Written for rabid4radek challenge was Humor with a Weir/Zelenka slant. Hope I’ve done well enough for you!
Mold, baseball and Jello. What could go right?
Archive: fic4radek, anywhere else ask first, I’m usually okay with it.
Author’s Notes: This story has NOT been to a Beta, so any and all mistakes are mine and mine alone. Czech help thanks to matimate, but all mistakes are still mine.
Disclaimer: I don't own SGA or Jello. Well, the Jello company or logo. I think I may have bought some product over the years.
SGA-1 came back through the Stargate, all smiling broadly. Even Ronan had a genuine grin on his face. “Welcome home,” Dr. Weir greeted them. “What’s the news?”
“Everything’s going well there. Rodney patched up their little machine in no time flat,” John Sheppard replied. The team had returned to a world they had previously visited. The people had been having problems with a new machine they had set up as an advance notice of changing weather patterns. On the first contact mission they had agreed to give foodstuffs to Atlantis, they had surplus constantly. Dr. Weir had agreed to offer them help with their technology, it would allow them to harvest more each season and thus give more to Atlantis. It was a mutually beneficial agreement, and so Elizabeth had sent the first free team she had when they had called and asked for help. SGA-1 had been gone for less than three hours before they returned.
“It was just a dead battery, essentially. Nothing too difficult to fix,” Rodney said.
“Well, I’m glad to hear it. I think we can pass on the debriefing on this one, but I’ll want your reports as usual.” Weir paused, the entire team was still smiling. “Alright, guys, what’s so great that it has you all grinning?”
Ronan looked down at Teyla then back to Elizabeth. Sheppard and Rodney looked at each other and burst out laughing. Nobody answered.
“Keep your secrets, then. Have Doctor Beckett check you out, though.” Elizabeth found herself smiling as she said it.
* * *
Rodney walked into Science Lab 1 half an hour later after getting his all clear from Beckett. Radek was standing at his computer screen. Everyone else had left, probably to eat lunch. Rodney came to peer over the Czech’s shoulder.
“That algorithm is all wrong, “ he said suddenly, causing Radek to jump and turn around. “Sorry,” Rodney said a bit sheepishly, “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“Aren’t you supposed to be on mission somewhere?” Radek hadn’t expected to see McKay back in the labs at all that day. He had been working on his own secret project, and when he found Rodney over his shoulder he was a bit upset at being caught working on it and embarrassed at being caught on an error.
“I was. It was a piece of cake. Now I’m back.” Rodney grinned wider. “Miss me?”
“Not particularly, if this is how you will be coming back from now on,” was the muttered response.
Rodney seemed to ignore the comment. “What are you working on?”
“Modifying the shield generators on the puddlejumpers to maximize their strength.” Radek figured at this point he’d get a stern talking-to about staying on task, even while Rodney was gone. He prepared to defend himself against anything Rodney would say.
“Looks like fun. Mind if I help?”
Except that. Radek was completely taken aback. Rodney coming back to a deserted lab in the middle of the day to find his second in command working on a secret project and he was still smiling? “Who are you and what have you done with Rodney McKay?”
“What, a guy can’t be in a good mood?”
“Not you, and not this good, no.” Radek grinned back as he cleared a spot next to him for Rodney to pull up a chair and help him with his special not-so-secret-anymore project.
“Aw, Radek, I’m hurt. You’d kill my happiness so quick?” Rodney didn’t sound terribly hurt, but began looking at Radek’s calculations before getting an answer. Radek decided to let it go and filed this incident away in the back of his mind.
* * *
Elizabeth Weir was tired. A previous team had returned from the visit to their allies with wonderful news, they had cultivated plenty of fields and made several new hybrid strains of grain and corn that were stronger and more resistant to weather and disease. There were a few new strains of fungus and mold that had appeared and been sent back to Atlantis with Sheppard’s team which were currently being studied by the botanists and biologists. She was sorting through old reports when a knock on her door caught her attention.
John stood in the doorway dressed in his standard black and green and looking slightly sheepish. Elizabeth rolled her eyes inwardly. She knew from experience that when John had that particular puppy dog look about him it meant that there was already trouble somewhere. “Can I help you, John?” she asked, setting aside the papers on her desk. Silently she thought, ‘What did you do this time?’
Sheppard walked into the office and sat opposite Weir. Ronan slunk into the room- there really was no better word for it- and sat down beside John. Now Elizabeth knew that something was very wrong. Not emergency wrong, but she had never seen the Satedan slink anywhere, let alone follow Sheppard’s lead in looking like a broken puppy.
“Hi, Elizabeth,” John began.
“Hello, John, Ronan. Can I help you two with anything today?” ‘Please,’ she thought, ‘don’t let it be too terrible.’
“How are you doing today?”
“I’m fine, thanks. How are you?”
“Well, there’s a funny story about that.”
‘Here we go,’ Elizabeth thought. “I could use a funny story right about now. Paperwork is only so entertaining, you know.”
John and Ronan glanced at each other before Ronan finally spoke. “It was his idea.”
“MY idea?! You said you were bored, I just thought of something to do!”
“Bored, yes. Destructive, no.”
“Destruction was not part of the plan, and I wasn’t the one who decided to ignore the plan!”
“I didn’t hear any objections on the pier!” The two men had stood and were now facing each other, squaring off and ready to fight.
“BOYS!” Elizabeth yelled over the two of them. Both fell silent and stared at her. “John, tell me what happened. Ronan, you will get your turn in a moment.” She looked over at John expectantly.
Sheppard had at least the sense to look a bit sheepish. “Well, Ronan said he was bored so I decided to show him some baseball. We got a ball and were tossing it back and forth. He asked about batting and since we both had our gym bags with our fighting sticks I decided to show him. Things got…uh…out of hand.”
Weir gave him a moment to explain. “Define out of hand,” she prompted.
“I think I’ll let Ronan answer that one.”
“No, Colonel, you will not. He will get his chance. Now what happened?”
“Westartedhittingsomeballsaroundandbrokeoursticksandtoreoffrailingandbrokesomewindows?”
Elizabeth didn’t even want to try and understand what John had said. “Thank you,” she said, turning to Ronan. “Now it’s your turn. What happened?”
“What he said.”
“Both of you, confined to quarters the rest of the day. No arguments. Now.” The men started opening their mouths to protest, but Weir held a finger up. “Now, gentlemen.”
* * *
Working with Rodney instead of under him was a nice change for Radek, but he needed some food. As he was on his way to the cafeteria he ran into Dr. Weir. “Hello, Elizabeth.” He noted the tightness of her shoulders and the set of her lips. “Is something wrong?”
“Yes, apparently John and Ronan went out playing and ended up breaking parts of the city.” Elizabeth paused. “Sorry, hello Radek. How are you?”
“Well, thank you. Rodney found me working on a secret project and instead of being angry, he began to help me. You say John and Ronan were destroying things?” Radek looked worried. Chances were good that he’d be called out to fix whatever was broken.
“Yes. From what little I understood they were playing baseball and broke things. I think I heard John say something about railing, but it all came out so fast I’m not quite sure.”
When they got to the cafeteria both doctors selected their food ant sat down. “Well, no alarms were going off, so they cannot have done much damage. There is always this, yes?”
Elizabeth smiled as she picked at her Jello. “Yes, I suppose it could have been worse. But that hardly excuses what they did.”
Radek was staring intently at the end of Elizabeth’s spoon as she talked. “Podívejte se,” he whispered to no one in particular, not having heard a word Weir had said, “ono se to hýbe.”
Elizabeth kept talking, but Radek was paying no attention to her words, instead staring at the Jello. For her own part she had tried to stay angry but couldn’t. Maybe it was something in the air, but there was more laughter around her than she ever remembered and it seemed to be contagious. To be honest, she didn’t feel the least bit angry anymore. She stopped mid sentence and looked at Radek. “What are you looking at?”
Radek noticed the silence more than anything else. “Oh, um, sorry…what?” He was a bit embarrassed at being caught staring at the Jello and not paying attention to what she was saying.
”I asked what you were staring at. It looks quite interesting,” she replied.
“Uh, your Jello. It, uh, wiggles.” Radek shook his finger back and forth imitating the red substance. “Sorry, it caught my attention. I suppose I couldn’t put a finger on it solid enough to catch my attention back.” He smiled shyly, trying to put some humor into his embarrassment.
Weir looked at the Jello, watched it go back and forth, entranced. “I see what you mean,” she murmured. She shook the Jello, getting to wiggle even harder. It reminded her of a commercial she had seen back home, a long time ago. Wiggle room. “You need an invite to the soiree,” she began, then started giggling.
“Elizabeth? Is something funny?” Radek was convinced that she was laughing at him, his face was turning red to match the much studied dessert.
“Gonna giggle while you wiggle!” she cried, laughing a bit harder. “How do I remember that?” She picked up the bowl of Jello and started wiggling the whole thing around, seemingly unaware that there was a crowd in the cafeteria. Nobody was paying attention to her and Radek, but if they had it would have been quite the entertaining sight.
“Remember what, exactly?” Radek was taken by her laughter and began to hold back his own laughter. It was more the way she was shaking the entire bowl and staring at it when it kept moving once she had stopped.
“Wiggle if you’re wigglin’ free, gonna giggle while you jiggle in a wigglin’ spree. Wiggle.” A peal of laughter, then Weir fought to catch her breath. “It was an ad campaign in the early 90s for Jello. Bill Cosby stared with the ‘wiggle’,” as she said this part, she wiggled her body to make a point, “and it was taken further the next decade. They made almost a rap out of it. Jello and Jello Pudding. Wiggle Room!” Elizabeth was trying to keep breathing, talking between bouts of laughter.
Radek began laughing when he saw her wiggle, and he began to wiggle, mimicking her actions. “Like this?” He held up his own Jello and began shaking himself and the gelatin. He was also fighting to catch his breath, the two were fueling each other’s laughter. Soon both of them were to the point of near collapse from wiggling and giggling so hard. Radek had to take off his glasses, there were tears streaming down his face from laughing so hard. Elizabeth’s face was bright red, and both of them were panting hard.
“Dr. Weir,” Carson was heard over the comm, “I need to speak to you.”
“Pardon me,” she said to Radek, reaching up to her earpiece. “Go ahead, Carson.” Her voice was light despite the lack of air, it was obvious she was in a good mood.
“I have a preliminary report on the mold that Colonel Sheppard’s team brought back. It causes a chemical reaction in the brain that alters a person’s judgment and emotional centers. Fairly harmless, and it seems to wear off within a few hours, if what the villagers say is true, but expect to see a lot of abnormal behavior in the next day.”
Elizabeth was speechless for a moment before breaking up in further laughter. “I’m sorry, Carson,” she said, as she caught her breath. “I think I’m under the effects of this mold. Radek and I are down in the cafeteria laughing at Jello.”
“Aye, that may happen. It’s not a danger, and so far everyone has only reported euphoria, giddiness, and immaturity. Further than normal, that is,” he amended. “It should wear off soon, and once it does we seem to be immune.”
“Thank you, Carson,” she replied. “Was there anything else?”
“No, that was all. I just thought you’d want to know before any problems came up because of it. Carson out.”
Weir looked over at Radek. “I may owe two men an apology after this. But I think I’d rather enjoy my wiggling before I get back to the rest of life. If this is going to make everyone happy for a few hours, why not take it for all it’s worth, right?”
Radek looked surprised at her reaction, but figured he’d take her advice. Wiggling himself and his Jello, he began once more to giggle, which led to another round of near hysterics at the table.
End.
Wiggle Room
Author: scifinut - scifinut@gmail.com
Characters: Weir/Zelenka
Category: Humor
Rating: Unabashedly G
Summary: Written for rabid4radek challenge was Humor with a Weir/Zelenka slant. Hope I’ve done well enough for you!
Mold, baseball and Jello. What could go right?
Archive: fic4radek, anywhere else ask first, I’m usually okay with it.
Author’s Notes: This story has NOT been to a Beta, so any and all mistakes are mine and mine alone. Czech help thanks to matimate, but all mistakes are still mine.
Disclaimer: I don't own SGA or Jello. Well, the Jello company or logo. I think I may have bought some product over the years.
SGA-1 came back through the Stargate, all smiling broadly. Even Ronan had a genuine grin on his face. “Welcome home,” Dr. Weir greeted them. “What’s the news?”
“Everything’s going well there. Rodney patched up their little machine in no time flat,” John Sheppard replied. The team had returned to a world they had previously visited. The people had been having problems with a new machine they had set up as an advance notice of changing weather patterns. On the first contact mission they had agreed to give foodstuffs to Atlantis, they had surplus constantly. Dr. Weir had agreed to offer them help with their technology, it would allow them to harvest more each season and thus give more to Atlantis. It was a mutually beneficial agreement, and so Elizabeth had sent the first free team she had when they had called and asked for help. SGA-1 had been gone for less than three hours before they returned.
“It was just a dead battery, essentially. Nothing too difficult to fix,” Rodney said.
“Well, I’m glad to hear it. I think we can pass on the debriefing on this one, but I’ll want your reports as usual.” Weir paused, the entire team was still smiling. “Alright, guys, what’s so great that it has you all grinning?”
Ronan looked down at Teyla then back to Elizabeth. Sheppard and Rodney looked at each other and burst out laughing. Nobody answered.
“Keep your secrets, then. Have Doctor Beckett check you out, though.” Elizabeth found herself smiling as she said it.
* * *
Rodney walked into Science Lab 1 half an hour later after getting his all clear from Beckett. Radek was standing at his computer screen. Everyone else had left, probably to eat lunch. Rodney came to peer over the Czech’s shoulder.
“That algorithm is all wrong, “ he said suddenly, causing Radek to jump and turn around. “Sorry,” Rodney said a bit sheepishly, “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“Aren’t you supposed to be on mission somewhere?” Radek hadn’t expected to see McKay back in the labs at all that day. He had been working on his own secret project, and when he found Rodney over his shoulder he was a bit upset at being caught working on it and embarrassed at being caught on an error.
“I was. It was a piece of cake. Now I’m back.” Rodney grinned wider. “Miss me?”
“Not particularly, if this is how you will be coming back from now on,” was the muttered response.
Rodney seemed to ignore the comment. “What are you working on?”
“Modifying the shield generators on the puddlejumpers to maximize their strength.” Radek figured at this point he’d get a stern talking-to about staying on task, even while Rodney was gone. He prepared to defend himself against anything Rodney would say.
“Looks like fun. Mind if I help?”
Except that. Radek was completely taken aback. Rodney coming back to a deserted lab in the middle of the day to find his second in command working on a secret project and he was still smiling? “Who are you and what have you done with Rodney McKay?”
“What, a guy can’t be in a good mood?”
“Not you, and not this good, no.” Radek grinned back as he cleared a spot next to him for Rodney to pull up a chair and help him with his special not-so-secret-anymore project.
“Aw, Radek, I’m hurt. You’d kill my happiness so quick?” Rodney didn’t sound terribly hurt, but began looking at Radek’s calculations before getting an answer. Radek decided to let it go and filed this incident away in the back of his mind.
* * *
Elizabeth Weir was tired. A previous team had returned from the visit to their allies with wonderful news, they had cultivated plenty of fields and made several new hybrid strains of grain and corn that were stronger and more resistant to weather and disease. There were a few new strains of fungus and mold that had appeared and been sent back to Atlantis with Sheppard’s team which were currently being studied by the botanists and biologists. She was sorting through old reports when a knock on her door caught her attention.
John stood in the doorway dressed in his standard black and green and looking slightly sheepish. Elizabeth rolled her eyes inwardly. She knew from experience that when John had that particular puppy dog look about him it meant that there was already trouble somewhere. “Can I help you, John?” she asked, setting aside the papers on her desk. Silently she thought, ‘What did you do this time?’
Sheppard walked into the office and sat opposite Weir. Ronan slunk into the room- there really was no better word for it- and sat down beside John. Now Elizabeth knew that something was very wrong. Not emergency wrong, but she had never seen the Satedan slink anywhere, let alone follow Sheppard’s lead in looking like a broken puppy.
“Hi, Elizabeth,” John began.
“Hello, John, Ronan. Can I help you two with anything today?” ‘Please,’ she thought, ‘don’t let it be too terrible.’
“How are you doing today?”
“I’m fine, thanks. How are you?”
“Well, there’s a funny story about that.”
‘Here we go,’ Elizabeth thought. “I could use a funny story right about now. Paperwork is only so entertaining, you know.”
John and Ronan glanced at each other before Ronan finally spoke. “It was his idea.”
“MY idea?! You said you were bored, I just thought of something to do!”
“Bored, yes. Destructive, no.”
“Destruction was not part of the plan, and I wasn’t the one who decided to ignore the plan!”
“I didn’t hear any objections on the pier!” The two men had stood and were now facing each other, squaring off and ready to fight.
“BOYS!” Elizabeth yelled over the two of them. Both fell silent and stared at her. “John, tell me what happened. Ronan, you will get your turn in a moment.” She looked over at John expectantly.
Sheppard had at least the sense to look a bit sheepish. “Well, Ronan said he was bored so I decided to show him some baseball. We got a ball and were tossing it back and forth. He asked about batting and since we both had our gym bags with our fighting sticks I decided to show him. Things got…uh…out of hand.”
Weir gave him a moment to explain. “Define out of hand,” she prompted.
“I think I’ll let Ronan answer that one.”
“No, Colonel, you will not. He will get his chance. Now what happened?”
“Westartedhittingsomeballsaroundandbrokeoursticksandtoreoffrailingandbrokesomewindows?”
Elizabeth didn’t even want to try and understand what John had said. “Thank you,” she said, turning to Ronan. “Now it’s your turn. What happened?”
“What he said.”
“Both of you, confined to quarters the rest of the day. No arguments. Now.” The men started opening their mouths to protest, but Weir held a finger up. “Now, gentlemen.”
* * *
Working with Rodney instead of under him was a nice change for Radek, but he needed some food. As he was on his way to the cafeteria he ran into Dr. Weir. “Hello, Elizabeth.” He noted the tightness of her shoulders and the set of her lips. “Is something wrong?”
“Yes, apparently John and Ronan went out playing and ended up breaking parts of the city.” Elizabeth paused. “Sorry, hello Radek. How are you?”
“Well, thank you. Rodney found me working on a secret project and instead of being angry, he began to help me. You say John and Ronan were destroying things?” Radek looked worried. Chances were good that he’d be called out to fix whatever was broken.
“Yes. From what little I understood they were playing baseball and broke things. I think I heard John say something about railing, but it all came out so fast I’m not quite sure.”
When they got to the cafeteria both doctors selected their food ant sat down. “Well, no alarms were going off, so they cannot have done much damage. There is always this, yes?”
Elizabeth smiled as she picked at her Jello. “Yes, I suppose it could have been worse. But that hardly excuses what they did.”
Radek was staring intently at the end of Elizabeth’s spoon as she talked. “Podívejte se,” he whispered to no one in particular, not having heard a word Weir had said, “ono se to hýbe.”
Elizabeth kept talking, but Radek was paying no attention to her words, instead staring at the Jello. For her own part she had tried to stay angry but couldn’t. Maybe it was something in the air, but there was more laughter around her than she ever remembered and it seemed to be contagious. To be honest, she didn’t feel the least bit angry anymore. She stopped mid sentence and looked at Radek. “What are you looking at?”
Radek noticed the silence more than anything else. “Oh, um, sorry…what?” He was a bit embarrassed at being caught staring at the Jello and not paying attention to what she was saying.
”I asked what you were staring at. It looks quite interesting,” she replied.
“Uh, your Jello. It, uh, wiggles.” Radek shook his finger back and forth imitating the red substance. “Sorry, it caught my attention. I suppose I couldn’t put a finger on it solid enough to catch my attention back.” He smiled shyly, trying to put some humor into his embarrassment.
Weir looked at the Jello, watched it go back and forth, entranced. “I see what you mean,” she murmured. She shook the Jello, getting to wiggle even harder. It reminded her of a commercial she had seen back home, a long time ago. Wiggle room. “You need an invite to the soiree,” she began, then started giggling.
“Elizabeth? Is something funny?” Radek was convinced that she was laughing at him, his face was turning red to match the much studied dessert.
“Gonna giggle while you wiggle!” she cried, laughing a bit harder. “How do I remember that?” She picked up the bowl of Jello and started wiggling the whole thing around, seemingly unaware that there was a crowd in the cafeteria. Nobody was paying attention to her and Radek, but if they had it would have been quite the entertaining sight.
“Remember what, exactly?” Radek was taken by her laughter and began to hold back his own laughter. It was more the way she was shaking the entire bowl and staring at it when it kept moving once she had stopped.
“Wiggle if you’re wigglin’ free, gonna giggle while you jiggle in a wigglin’ spree. Wiggle.” A peal of laughter, then Weir fought to catch her breath. “It was an ad campaign in the early 90s for Jello. Bill Cosby stared with the ‘wiggle’,” as she said this part, she wiggled her body to make a point, “and it was taken further the next decade. They made almost a rap out of it. Jello and Jello Pudding. Wiggle Room!” Elizabeth was trying to keep breathing, talking between bouts of laughter.
Radek began laughing when he saw her wiggle, and he began to wiggle, mimicking her actions. “Like this?” He held up his own Jello and began shaking himself and the gelatin. He was also fighting to catch his breath, the two were fueling each other’s laughter. Soon both of them were to the point of near collapse from wiggling and giggling so hard. Radek had to take off his glasses, there were tears streaming down his face from laughing so hard. Elizabeth’s face was bright red, and both of them were panting hard.
“Dr. Weir,” Carson was heard over the comm, “I need to speak to you.”
“Pardon me,” she said to Radek, reaching up to her earpiece. “Go ahead, Carson.” Her voice was light despite the lack of air, it was obvious she was in a good mood.
“I have a preliminary report on the mold that Colonel Sheppard’s team brought back. It causes a chemical reaction in the brain that alters a person’s judgment and emotional centers. Fairly harmless, and it seems to wear off within a few hours, if what the villagers say is true, but expect to see a lot of abnormal behavior in the next day.”
Elizabeth was speechless for a moment before breaking up in further laughter. “I’m sorry, Carson,” she said, as she caught her breath. “I think I’m under the effects of this mold. Radek and I are down in the cafeteria laughing at Jello.”
“Aye, that may happen. It’s not a danger, and so far everyone has only reported euphoria, giddiness, and immaturity. Further than normal, that is,” he amended. “It should wear off soon, and once it does we seem to be immune.”
“Thank you, Carson,” she replied. “Was there anything else?”
“No, that was all. I just thought you’d want to know before any problems came up because of it. Carson out.”
Weir looked over at Radek. “I may owe two men an apology after this. But I think I’d rather enjoy my wiggling before I get back to the rest of life. If this is going to make everyone happy for a few hours, why not take it for all it’s worth, right?”
Radek looked surprised at her reaction, but figured he’d take her advice. Wiggling himself and his Jello, he began once more to giggle, which led to another round of near hysterics at the table.
End.