Timestamp writing game!
All right, dudes. Get ready, for I seem to (briefly) be back in the land of the fannish! I've posted an update to Words and stones this week, written a couple thousand words of my Super Fun White Collar Caper today, and I've spent the last three hours time-lining another story on post-it notes.
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"Rodney," Sheppard said, and slapped a hand over McKay's mouth. "Let's be nice to our hosts," he gritted, thinking about the negotiations he was going to have to sit through with a bunch of paranoid aliens just to get access to the damn gate, never mind dealing with an insult to the Chairman's only kid. Which--
Wait.
"Sorry," he said, and kept his hand tight over McKay's mouth. "He's-- I think you're right," Sheppard said, looking earnestly at Hallis. "Dr. McKay is very sick."
Hallis looked surprised, then pleased. "I will have my father ready a cell for him right away," she said, and bounced a little on the balls of her feet.
"That would be great," Sheppard enthused. McKay tried to bite his hand, and Sheppard used his free hand to smack him-- nicely-- on the head. "Except-- well," he said, and tried to look forlorn.
"What?" asked Hallis.
"Well, the type of cold Dr. McKay has is really catching," Sheppard explained. "We thought he was mostly over it, but." Sheppard gestured to McKay's hairline. McKay glared viciously back at him. "Obviously it's getting worse."
The pack took a collective step back, and Hallis passed an anxious hand over her hair. "And now we've all been exposed, haven't we? Too many of us to put into isolation cells. In fact," Sheppard said, and coughed weakly, "I think I feel a little--"
"I think," Hallis said, taking a few hasty steps backwards and putting her hand over her nose and mouth, "that you and that-- you and Dr. McKay had better go home, where you can rest properly."
Sheppard nodded. "You're probably right," he agreed. "But first we've got to fix the puddlejumper, and even then, we're not sure we'll be allowed to get to the gate. Your dad-- the chairman, I mean-- doesn't seem to think we should be allowed to use it."
Hallis took a long look at McKay's hairline, and her eyes narrowed. "We'll see about that," she muttered, and led her pack back out of the puddlejumper. "Don't worry, Colonel," she called over her shoulder as they left. "We'll take care of everything!"
And then they did.
("It was only a little revolution," Sheppard tried to explain to Weir. "Like, more of a revolt."
"Nff," said Elizabeth, her face buried in her hands. "Go away, Colonel," she said at length. "And shave your head while you're at it. Your hair is apparently causing political instability.")
*which would be a glorious name for a band, don't you think?
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