Search and Seizure Challenge
TITLE: Twitching Break (Search and Seizure)
AUTHOR: lemmings_
SUMMARY: McKay has a twitch in his arm causing him grief. John is still trying to figure the situation out.
CHARACTERS: McKay, Sheppard, Weir (To a lesser extent)
WORDCOUNT: 962
RATING: M (Language)
NOTES: I have tried to write this Fic in between 2 essays, a group project and a speech I apologize if it isn’t very good but I laughed at the idea… it might have been all that coffee speaking. No Spoilers.
McKay eyed his shoulder precariously.
“Damn Twitching muscle. Stop twitching already”. He was sure that if he glared at it long enough it would just go away… either that or he’d develop some form of tourettes.
The skin prickled again.
“Ouit it!”
Shit. He was talking to his arm.
Mckay knew he needed coffee before this ended tragically.
Messing with a tired, cranky, coffee deprived man was a bad move… even for an arm.
It just would. Not. Stop.
He could feel his teeth clenching.
So it wanted to play hard ball… FINE.
When John Sheppard had told his commanding officers that Rodney McKay was a bit of a basket case he hadn’t quite meant the kind of basket case who stood half naked in a public space and beat the crap out of his limbs but oddly enough this was exactly what he found the man doing.
John raised an eyebrow.
Between thuds he could hear Rodney muttering insults of some kind, she could actually see spit flying!
Suppressing his laughter, now there would be a challenge. He was pretty sure he was about to explode.
Suddenly Rodney stopped.
Sheppard watched intensely.
He saw Rodney’s eyes narrow, he was inspecting his shoulder and breathing heavily.
John saw the twitch and then started at McKay’s scream.
“Fucking piece of SHIT”
A second later Rodney had snatched his red lab book and began viciously hitting his shoulder with it, the man was hissing wildly.
“Stop twitching you piece of crap!!!! Arrrrrrrrrggggggggggghhhhhhh… I swear I’ll chop my whole fucking arm off. That’s right! I’d like to see you twitch when you’re dead, fucking bastard arm!”
Bastard Arm?!?
John knew he should probably step in and save the man from himself.
She took a few cautious steps forward.
“McKay?”
Rodney momentarily stopped his bodily violence and peered at the major, his arm unmoving.
“What’s wrong?”
“Wrong?” Rodney started “There’s nothing wrong. Everything’s fine. Why? Should something be wrong? What? What’s wrong?”
The man had straightened slightly, his book clasped behind his back, but his eyes were flickering between his shoulder and Sheppard’s worried gaze.
“You’re shirtless in a hall way talking to your arm”
“So What!”
“Beating your arm in senseless rage…”
Sheppard stopped short.
They both noticed the flinch, rapid little pulses.
“MOTHER FUCKER”
Rodney let out a God almighty war cry before hurtling towards the wall shoulder first.
He launched himself and fell into a heap post impact.
The shoulder was still twitching.
“Piece of monkey shit!”
Rodney thrashed around on the floor wildly. If John hadn’t of known better he would have thought the man was having a seizure.
“Major!” he was screaming “give me your gun! I’ll shoot the bitch!”
Sheppard sighed.
If anyone had of told him that McKay’s breaking point was a shoulder spasm he’s never have believed it.
“No Mckay”
“You’re right” Rodney gasped “give me your knife, we’ll cut the fucker out!”
Yep. The man was loopy.
“McKay, you sure you’re not harboring some kind of illicit drug? Because I really don’t want to have to frisk you”
“No you Idiot, my ARM is twitching, a shit load might I add. Anyway what kind of pathetic drug makes your arm twitch?! You’re not the sharpest tool in the shed are you”
Sheppard shot McKay a disgruntled look.
“Are you Sure?”
McKay stopped thrashing and lay propped up on one hand, his eyes fixed on the shoulder.
“Listen fuck arse, I am not on drugs okay. Do you know how valuable this brain is? Hmm? National treasure Major, not killing any of these brain cells because the universe could not afford to lose them. You just want to frisk me Major, which I find disturbing and if you want crazy you should find Zelenka because he is…”
*twitch*
“Son. Of. A. Bitch.”
He was growling.
Slapping his already reddened shoulder, scratching at it, McKay staggered to his feet.
“Shitty little…”
McKay walked over to the power console and started ripping pieces out.
“What the Hell are you doing”
Rodney gave his best lop-sided smile as his hands emerged from the console grasping the insulated ends of two live wires.
“Electrocute the little shit”
Sheppard couldn’t believe how cracked McKay looked right now.
“Let me see” John wrenched McKay away from the console, struggling to keep the man still so he could inspect the shoulder.
“Get away from my shoulder… I don’t want you near it!”
“Shut up and hold still”
Nothing.
They stopped struggling for a few seconds intent on the arm.
“Happy now? I told you I’m not crazy or drugged! Just an arm twitch”
“Doesn’t matter” John’s eyes were still fixed on the shoulder.
Rodney could feel the flinch coming on.
He stopped talking and started breathing heavily again.
It started.
Suddenly both men found themselves slapping the arm vigorously, both yelling.
Sheppard pinched the skin hard.
“OOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW”
McKay’s scream sent Sheppard stumbling back a few feet.
“That HURT”
“Sorry, it was shitting me too”
“I Need my arm Major, who’s going to build nuclear warheads when you military screwballs screw things up again?!”
Sheppard paused.
“Zelenka…”
“Shut up a minute Sheppard… I think it’s stopped. You did it!”
The two were peering at the arm smiling like mad men when Elizabeth’s voice came on over the PA.
“Major Sheppard. Dr. McKay. You’re needed in the briefing room”
Satisfied McKay pulled his shirt back on and they headed to the briefing room accomplished.
Dr. Weir began the briefing.
John wasn’t sure what about.
He couldn’t concentrate.
Her arm was twitching.
He could see Rodney shifting uneasily in his chair.
They glanced at each other.
Sheppard couldn’t help thinking that flooring the expedition leader wasn’t a good move. Even if her arm was spasming.
*twitch*
Too Late.
AUTHOR: lemmings_
SUMMARY: McKay has a twitch in his arm causing him grief. John is still trying to figure the situation out.
CHARACTERS: McKay, Sheppard, Weir (To a lesser extent)
WORDCOUNT: 962
RATING: M (Language)
NOTES: I have tried to write this Fic in between 2 essays, a group project and a speech I apologize if it isn’t very good but I laughed at the idea… it might have been all that coffee speaking. No Spoilers.
McKay eyed his shoulder precariously.
“Damn Twitching muscle. Stop twitching already”. He was sure that if he glared at it long enough it would just go away… either that or he’d develop some form of tourettes.
The skin prickled again.
“Ouit it!”
Shit. He was talking to his arm.
Mckay knew he needed coffee before this ended tragically.
Messing with a tired, cranky, coffee deprived man was a bad move… even for an arm.
It just would. Not. Stop.
He could feel his teeth clenching.
So it wanted to play hard ball… FINE.
When John Sheppard had told his commanding officers that Rodney McKay was a bit of a basket case he hadn’t quite meant the kind of basket case who stood half naked in a public space and beat the crap out of his limbs but oddly enough this was exactly what he found the man doing.
John raised an eyebrow.
Between thuds he could hear Rodney muttering insults of some kind, she could actually see spit flying!
Suppressing his laughter, now there would be a challenge. He was pretty sure he was about to explode.
Suddenly Rodney stopped.
Sheppard watched intensely.
He saw Rodney’s eyes narrow, he was inspecting his shoulder and breathing heavily.
John saw the twitch and then started at McKay’s scream.
“Fucking piece of SHIT”
A second later Rodney had snatched his red lab book and began viciously hitting his shoulder with it, the man was hissing wildly.
“Stop twitching you piece of crap!!!! Arrrrrrrrrggggggggggghhhhhhh… I swear I’ll chop my whole fucking arm off. That’s right! I’d like to see you twitch when you’re dead, fucking bastard arm!”
Bastard Arm?!?
John knew he should probably step in and save the man from himself.
She took a few cautious steps forward.
“McKay?”
Rodney momentarily stopped his bodily violence and peered at the major, his arm unmoving.
“What’s wrong?”
“Wrong?” Rodney started “There’s nothing wrong. Everything’s fine. Why? Should something be wrong? What? What’s wrong?”
The man had straightened slightly, his book clasped behind his back, but his eyes were flickering between his shoulder and Sheppard’s worried gaze.
“You’re shirtless in a hall way talking to your arm”
“So What!”
“Beating your arm in senseless rage…”
Sheppard stopped short.
They both noticed the flinch, rapid little pulses.
“MOTHER FUCKER”
Rodney let out a God almighty war cry before hurtling towards the wall shoulder first.
He launched himself and fell into a heap post impact.
The shoulder was still twitching.
“Piece of monkey shit!”
Rodney thrashed around on the floor wildly. If John hadn’t of known better he would have thought the man was having a seizure.
“Major!” he was screaming “give me your gun! I’ll shoot the bitch!”
Sheppard sighed.
If anyone had of told him that McKay’s breaking point was a shoulder spasm he’s never have believed it.
“No Mckay”
“You’re right” Rodney gasped “give me your knife, we’ll cut the fucker out!”
Yep. The man was loopy.
“McKay, you sure you’re not harboring some kind of illicit drug? Because I really don’t want to have to frisk you”
“No you Idiot, my ARM is twitching, a shit load might I add. Anyway what kind of pathetic drug makes your arm twitch?! You’re not the sharpest tool in the shed are you”
Sheppard shot McKay a disgruntled look.
“Are you Sure?”
McKay stopped thrashing and lay propped up on one hand, his eyes fixed on the shoulder.
“Listen fuck arse, I am not on drugs okay. Do you know how valuable this brain is? Hmm? National treasure Major, not killing any of these brain cells because the universe could not afford to lose them. You just want to frisk me Major, which I find disturbing and if you want crazy you should find Zelenka because he is…”
*twitch*
“Son. Of. A. Bitch.”
He was growling.
Slapping his already reddened shoulder, scratching at it, McKay staggered to his feet.
“Shitty little…”
McKay walked over to the power console and started ripping pieces out.
“What the Hell are you doing”
Rodney gave his best lop-sided smile as his hands emerged from the console grasping the insulated ends of two live wires.
“Electrocute the little shit”
Sheppard couldn’t believe how cracked McKay looked right now.
“Let me see” John wrenched McKay away from the console, struggling to keep the man still so he could inspect the shoulder.
“Get away from my shoulder… I don’t want you near it!”
“Shut up and hold still”
Nothing.
They stopped struggling for a few seconds intent on the arm.
“Happy now? I told you I’m not crazy or drugged! Just an arm twitch”
“Doesn’t matter” John’s eyes were still fixed on the shoulder.
Rodney could feel the flinch coming on.
He stopped talking and started breathing heavily again.
It started.
Suddenly both men found themselves slapping the arm vigorously, both yelling.
Sheppard pinched the skin hard.
“OOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW”
McKay’s scream sent Sheppard stumbling back a few feet.
“That HURT”
“Sorry, it was shitting me too”
“I Need my arm Major, who’s going to build nuclear warheads when you military screwballs screw things up again?!”
Sheppard paused.
“Zelenka…”
“Shut up a minute Sheppard… I think it’s stopped. You did it!”
The two were peering at the arm smiling like mad men when Elizabeth’s voice came on over the PA.
“Major Sheppard. Dr. McKay. You’re needed in the briefing room”
Satisfied McKay pulled his shirt back on and they headed to the briefing room accomplished.
Dr. Weir began the briefing.
John wasn’t sure what about.
He couldn’t concentrate.
Her arm was twitching.
He could see Rodney shifting uneasily in his chair.
They glanced at each other.
Sheppard couldn’t help thinking that flooring the expedition leader wasn’t a good move. Even if her arm was spasming.
*twitch*
Too Late.