Don't Make Me Mad by mific
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stargateficrecShow: SGA
Rec Category: Sheppard/McKay
Characters: Rodney McKay John Sheppard
Pairings: Sheppard/McKay
Categories: Alternate Universe, Humor, First Time, Slash
Warnings: None
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mific
Author's Website:
Link: Don't Make Me Mad
Why This Must Be Read:
Set in the Mensa 'verse, Rod ends up being the Hulk and John is... busy. Fun times!
John, as usual, was being a dick.
“Whining won’t get you anywhere,” Rod said firmly. You had to be firm with John. “You did hit your head pretty hard when that alien pterodactyl-thing dropped you, and you know what Carson’s like.” Easier to let Carson take the heat for John being confined to the infirmary with concussion. John hated the infirmary – Rod knew he’d been hospitalised as a kid due to a heart condition, so that was probably why. Rod had hacked everyone’s files early on – knowledge was power, and it was just more efficient to know people’s backgrounds; it saved him making mistakes. Rod hated making mistakes.
“I’m gonna go crazy in here,” John said, scowling. His head was wrapped around with a crêpe bandage above his ears, covering the contusion on his forehead. It made his hair stick up even more wildly. He’d stuck his black-framed glasses back on over the bandage and was squinting angrily through them at Rod. What with the black eye, he looked like a cartoon character. “It’s bad enough I’m missing a bunch of MENSA meetings ’cause Carson won’t let us hold them here. I at least need my laptop to re-run those shield calculations.”
“Carson said you have to rest, John,” Rod said, “and apart from the head injury, that thing tried to take a chunk out of your leg – it could easily fester if you don’t take it easy for a while.” He tried to project calm reasonableness. It was one of the first techniques he’d taught himself in college during the Great McKay Makeover once it became clear that being obnoxious wasn’t doing his academic career any favors; genius wasn’t always enough. “I bet you’ve got a splitting headache, and peering at a laptop screen while you’re seeing double isn’t going to help–”
“I’m not seeing double, goddamnit!”
“Are you upsetting my patient, Dr. McKay?”
Rod startled guiltily – Carson had snuck up on them. He tended to glide about the infirmary in his stocking feet when he wasn’t wearing operating room clogs, which to Rod’s mind gave him an unfair advantage. “No, no,” Rod said hastily. “John was wanting a computer but I imagine that’s not a great idea right now.”
“Oh, I think we can let him have his laptop,” said Carson, grinning chummily at John. “We dinna want a repeat of last time when he got into my workstation and hacked the medical database because he was bored. Took me weeks to track all the files down.”
“It was organized idiotically,” muttered John, looking mutinous. “Alphabetically, and with no cross-referencing – I just put it in base eight so’s to link it to the main city database. Anyway, I gave you a search algorithm to use.”
“Aye, John, but the search field only recognised Ancient, which none of my staff are fluent in,” Carson said, rolling his eyes at Rod.
Rec Category: Sheppard/McKay
Characters: Rodney McKay John Sheppard
Pairings: Sheppard/McKay
Categories: Alternate Universe, Humor, First Time, Slash
Warnings: None
Author on LJ:
mificAuthor's Website:
Link: Don't Make Me Mad
Why This Must Be Read:
Set in the Mensa 'verse, Rod ends up being the Hulk and John is... busy. Fun times!
John, as usual, was being a dick.
“Whining won’t get you anywhere,” Rod said firmly. You had to be firm with John. “You did hit your head pretty hard when that alien pterodactyl-thing dropped you, and you know what Carson’s like.” Easier to let Carson take the heat for John being confined to the infirmary with concussion. John hated the infirmary – Rod knew he’d been hospitalised as a kid due to a heart condition, so that was probably why. Rod had hacked everyone’s files early on – knowledge was power, and it was just more efficient to know people’s backgrounds; it saved him making mistakes. Rod hated making mistakes.
“I’m gonna go crazy in here,” John said, scowling. His head was wrapped around with a crêpe bandage above his ears, covering the contusion on his forehead. It made his hair stick up even more wildly. He’d stuck his black-framed glasses back on over the bandage and was squinting angrily through them at Rod. What with the black eye, he looked like a cartoon character. “It’s bad enough I’m missing a bunch of MENSA meetings ’cause Carson won’t let us hold them here. I at least need my laptop to re-run those shield calculations.”
“Carson said you have to rest, John,” Rod said, “and apart from the head injury, that thing tried to take a chunk out of your leg – it could easily fester if you don’t take it easy for a while.” He tried to project calm reasonableness. It was one of the first techniques he’d taught himself in college during the Great McKay Makeover once it became clear that being obnoxious wasn’t doing his academic career any favors; genius wasn’t always enough. “I bet you’ve got a splitting headache, and peering at a laptop screen while you’re seeing double isn’t going to help–”
“I’m not seeing double, goddamnit!”
“Are you upsetting my patient, Dr. McKay?”
Rod startled guiltily – Carson had snuck up on them. He tended to glide about the infirmary in his stocking feet when he wasn’t wearing operating room clogs, which to Rod’s mind gave him an unfair advantage. “No, no,” Rod said hastily. “John was wanting a computer but I imagine that’s not a great idea right now.”
“Oh, I think we can let him have his laptop,” said Carson, grinning chummily at John. “We dinna want a repeat of last time when he got into my workstation and hacked the medical database because he was bored. Took me weeks to track all the files down.”
“It was organized idiotically,” muttered John, looking mutinous. “Alphabetically, and with no cross-referencing – I just put it in base eight so’s to link it to the main city database. Anyway, I gave you a search algorithm to use.”
“Aye, John, but the search field only recognised Ancient, which none of my staff are fluent in,” Carson said, rolling his eyes at Rod.
