stargateficrec | About a lamp by torch (flambeau) [Explicit]

Show: SGA

Rec Category: Sheppard/McKay
Characters: Rodney McKay John Sheppard
Pairings: Sheppard/McKay
Categories: Drama, First-Time, Humor, Mystery, Slash
Warnings: None
Author on LJ:

flambeau
Author's Website: the flambeau factory
Link: About a lamp

Why This Must Be Read:

This is a story about a lamp... or is it about an Ancient genie in a lamp where wish fulfillment has its traditional (sort of) consequences.

The first night, Rodney rolled over in bed, put his arm around the warm body next to him, and went on sleeping.

The second night, he stirred to near-consciousness when someone curled up behind him and breathed into his shoulder, and he had to shift around a bit and scrunch the pillow to get comfortable.

The third night, an elbow in the ribs made him blink, and when he did, he saw a shock of dark hair over sharp, pretty features. "You're not supposed to be here," Rodney said.

"I'm not," Sheppard said in a sleepy, annoyed, reasonable voice, tucked his head under Rodney's chin, and began to snore peacefully against Rodney's collarbone.

On the third day, Rodney found a new artifact in his room. It stood on his bedside table, a twist of metal and crystals, quite aesthetically appealing but also entirely inexplicable, unless Atlantis had for some reason decided to practise spontaneous generation of matter, specifically abstract art. This seemed unlikely, as Rodney said to Elizabeth when he brought the artifact with him into an early morning meeting about whether they could trade genetic analysis for food with the Yach'atra on M89-235.

"Are you sure it's just meant to be ornamental?" Elizabeth said, looking at it. "And if you're not sure, is the middle of the conference table really the best place for something that might decide to blow up in our faces?"

"Of course I'm not sure," Rodney said impatiently. "If I already knew everything about it, I wouldn't have brought it here to tell you all about the mysterious new object I've found."

"Doesn't look all that exciting to me," Ford said. "Maybe you should just take it down to the lab."

Teyla tipped her head to one side and regarded the artifact with solemn eyes. "It looks like a lamp."

"It is a lamp," Sheppard drawled, coming into the meeting late and looking as though he had just rolled out of bed, with a red pillow crease across his cheekbone. "It's the lamp that used to be on my desk until this morning. Would anyone like to explain to me why you're all staring at it like that?"

Rodney frowned. "It's just a lamp? Are you sure? Have you tried—"

"It's a lamp," Sheppard said. He waved a hand towards it, and one of the crystals began to glow. "Mind if I take it back to my room now, if you're done stealing it?"

"I haven't been stealing it," Rodney said. "And I hoped it would turn out to be something more interesting than a lamp. Why would a lamp suddenly appear in my room? I don't need a lamp. I have lamps."

"Probably just a prank," Ford said. "Things have been kind of quiet lately."

"A prank? Isn't it kind of pointless for a prank? And stupid? And not even funny, and did I mention pointless?"

"Maybe somebody just wanted to see the Dr. McKay aerobics class," Sheppard said, and Rodney realized that he was using both hands to point out, emphatically, how not funny this was. He glared at Sheppard and sat down, and the crystal stopped glowing.

Elizabeth cleared her throat. "Now, if we can all tear our attention away from the lamp."

The fourth night, Rodney turned over and reached for the warm body next to him, only there was no body there, and he kept reaching, and kept reaching, until he fell out of bed.