Kavanagh fumes as he walked back from the cafeteria after lunch, bringing an extra large mug of coffee back with him. Today had been particularly trying. Only yesterday had he told Parrish that he'd need her to take charge of the department again for a while and this morning she hadn't shown up. Honestly, he was rethinking placing her in charge ( Read more... )

He got home early that day, eager to share his news with his lovers. Unfortunately neither of them were back yet. They'd only moved into the new, larger quarters that McGregor had suggested to David a couple of weeks ago and the place still seemed eerily quiet and impersonal. But at least now they had an fully-fitted little kitchen. Much better ( Read more... )

After Nick's visit, he couldn't get back into the work and it was almost lunch time anyway. So he left the lab to grab a few sandwiches and a couple of cups of coffee from the mess hall and took them to David's lab ( Read more... )

He had picked Jazlyn up from her first day with the new nanny on his way back home from the labs as David had asked. Neither Nick or David were here, something going on with Bates and Moore. But he and Jazlyn had been getting along fine. He had even managed to feed her something vaguely healthy. That was before he mentioned it was bedtime and ( Read more... )

Jazlyn had been bouncing around all evening at the thought of seeing the kitten with David. She'd wanted Nick to come too, but he was still uncomfortable with Zelenka. And there was no way Kavanagh was going to McGregor's house so he could watch the little kid could play with Colonel Kirk. He didn't even want her to be influenced by the likes of ( Read more... )

Though David had been calm and quiet over the comm, he could hear the urgency in his voice. The subtle way in which his accent showed through, especially on the ends of words, when he was panicked. He quickly finishes loading the rest of the samples on the mass spectrometer and programs the machine ( Read more... )

The Wraith had all been taken care of. Nick and the other pilots had bought the people on the mainland back to Atlantis. And now was everyone's chance to catch their breath before the hectic pace of their normal Atlantean days caught up with them again ( Read more... )

McKay still has him doing nothing but watching the power levels and ensuring they don't drop below the needed level, or just as bad, spike. Though an important job, almost anyone on the science team could do it and it's sends out a clear message that McKay can't put his personal feelings aside to put their resources to the best use in a crisis. ( Read more... )

For the third time in a row, he faces the other direction and sneezes into the handkerchief with the letters NML embroidered with care in the corner. The flour, the cause of his irritation, was everywhere. Lightly dusting his sleeves, sticking to his hands and a smudge of it had even managed to get on his cheek ( Read more... )

He stumbled backwards after she left, letting the door close itself. He tried to reach on the couch again but collapsed on the floor close enough that he could lean against it. His knees were curled in close to his body and his head bent low in his hands. His breath was coming in short, irregular, shuddering gasps and he tried to get control of ( Read more... )