The Neglected, or, They're Where Your Socks Go After the Washing Machine Eats Them, by Frostfire
…meanwhile, while McKay and Sheppard are (choose one) a) forced
into sex by hostile aliens; b) trapped somewhere where (i) they must share body
heat to survive, or (ii) one must watch the other’s life slowly bleed away,
helpless; c) fucking like bunnies of their own accord; or d) bantering wittily
and with enormous sums of underlying UST…
“Hey, Teyla.”
“Yes, Lieutenant Ford?”
“You want mushrooms?”
“No mushrooms. The pineapple, however, would be welcome.”
“Okay, you get away with that only because you’re from another planet. So, pineapple and Canadian bacon on one half, mushrooms and sausage on the other, and two large Cokes. You got the DVD?”
“Mystery Science Theater 3000?”
“That’s it. We should get through at least half of it before we have to go save their asses. Or-wait. Are we saving or almost catching them in the act today?”
“I thought you knew.”
“Damn. We’ll just have to wing it. Okay, pizza should be here soon, hand me the movie. You’re going to love this…”
“Hey, Teyla.”
“Yes, Lieutenant Ford?”
“You want mushrooms?”
“No mushrooms. The pineapple, however, would be welcome.”
“Okay, you get away with that only because you’re from another planet. So, pineapple and Canadian bacon on one half, mushrooms and sausage on the other, and two large Cokes. You got the DVD?”
“Mystery Science Theater 3000?”
“That’s it. We should get through at least half of it before we have to go save their asses. Or-wait. Are we saving or almost catching them in the act today?”
“I thought you knew.”
“Damn. We’ll just have to wing it. Okay, pizza should be here soon, hand me the movie. You’re going to love this…”