Unpredictable by emeraldsword (Adult)
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stargateficrecShow: SGA
Rec Category: Sheppard/McKay
Characters:: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay
Het/Slash/Gen: Slash
Warnings: None
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
emeraldsword
Author's Website:
Link: Unpredictable
Why This Must Be Read:
Exploring the Pegasus galaxy can be tough, especially with imprisonment looming around nearly every corner, thus the Great Escape Calculator comes into being. Unfortunately, its usefulness is questionable until John does some fine-tuning and solves his one of his own problems along the way. A little angst tempers the humor in this story, but it all works out in the end.
Excerpt:
As if the Wraith weren't giving them enough to worry about, once McKay had started getting them arrested he just couldn't seem to stop. Even Teyla looked annoyed when they were dragged through the streets to the local prison for the third time running.
"I believe our missions would progress better if you could learn to curb your tongue," she said sharply to McKay as the door slammed shut behind them.
"I only gave them some constructive criticism," McKay informed her, staring around the small and dirty cell in disgust.
"There is a difference between constructive criticism and calculated rudeness," Teyla said, moving swiftly towards the small window set high on the far wall. "Aidan, could you help me? I wish to examine this window."
Ford followed her over and boosted her up so she could check the bars.
"Well then," John said, before McKay could settle too far into the sulky silence which he tended to develop when he recognised that he might have been wrong but didn't want to admit it. "Any escape plans?"
"None that immediately spring to mind," McKay said, watching as Teyla cautiously and methodically tested each bar in turn. "However…" he said, brightening up slightly, and he was off and running, tossing ideas left, right and centre and leaving John to pick and choose which ones to try.
"Another day, another great escape," John said philosophically as he and Ford attempted to support a structure made of bedsprings and a very mangy blanket for long enough for Teyla to get a safe purchase on the ceiling beam, which she was supposed to swing along to the high but large for a prison cell window, smash it with the sole of her boot and then wriggle through. Looking at the resigned expression on her face, John suspected that she wasn't expecting this plan to be very successful. Judging by the look on Ford's face, he didn't expect it either. Personally, John would have preferred to be the one swinging along the ceiling but Rodney had pointed out that Teyla was more likely to fit through the window than John was, and anyway, there was no point in getting someone out if they were too directionally challenged to return and rescue everyone. John had pouted, and McKay had presented him with the blanket and told him to hold still.
At that point, the blanket ripped. Teyla lost her tenuous hold on the beam and it was more by luck than judgement that Ford managed to catch her. McKay sighed the sigh of those who are surrounded by idiots, and began inspecting the remains of the blanket.
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Rec Category: Sheppard/McKay
Characters:: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay
Het/Slash/Gen: Slash
Warnings: None
Author on LJ:
emeraldswordAuthor's Website:
Link: Unpredictable
Why This Must Be Read:
Exploring the Pegasus galaxy can be tough, especially with imprisonment looming around nearly every corner, thus the Great Escape Calculator comes into being. Unfortunately, its usefulness is questionable until John does some fine-tuning and solves his one of his own problems along the way. A little angst tempers the humor in this story, but it all works out in the end.
Excerpt:
As if the Wraith weren't giving them enough to worry about, once McKay had started getting them arrested he just couldn't seem to stop. Even Teyla looked annoyed when they were dragged through the streets to the local prison for the third time running.
"I believe our missions would progress better if you could learn to curb your tongue," she said sharply to McKay as the door slammed shut behind them.
"I only gave them some constructive criticism," McKay informed her, staring around the small and dirty cell in disgust.
"There is a difference between constructive criticism and calculated rudeness," Teyla said, moving swiftly towards the small window set high on the far wall. "Aidan, could you help me? I wish to examine this window."
Ford followed her over and boosted her up so she could check the bars.
"Well then," John said, before McKay could settle too far into the sulky silence which he tended to develop when he recognised that he might have been wrong but didn't want to admit it. "Any escape plans?"
"None that immediately spring to mind," McKay said, watching as Teyla cautiously and methodically tested each bar in turn. "However…" he said, brightening up slightly, and he was off and running, tossing ideas left, right and centre and leaving John to pick and choose which ones to try.
"Another day, another great escape," John said philosophically as he and Ford attempted to support a structure made of bedsprings and a very mangy blanket for long enough for Teyla to get a safe purchase on the ceiling beam, which she was supposed to swing along to the high but large for a prison cell window, smash it with the sole of her boot and then wriggle through. Looking at the resigned expression on her face, John suspected that she wasn't expecting this plan to be very successful. Judging by the look on Ford's face, he didn't expect it either. Personally, John would have preferred to be the one swinging along the ceiling but Rodney had pointed out that Teyla was more likely to fit through the window than John was, and anyway, there was no point in getting someone out if they were too directionally challenged to return and rescue everyone. John had pouted, and McKay had presented him with the blanket and told him to hold still.
At that point, the blanket ripped. Teyla lost her tenuous hold on the beam and it was more by luck than judgement that Ford managed to catch her. McKay sighed the sigh of those who are surrounded by idiots, and began inspecting the remains of the blanket.
...
