This is a totally pointless fic that under no accounts should be taken seriously.
I have been asked by my lovely beta AkimaDoll to add this:
Please forgive the beta, she proofed this while on high doses of cold medicine, and can't be held accountable for her actions. She also needs to stop talking about herself in the third person, or so says the giant rubber duckie who keeps talking to her.
AkimaDoll.
Get better soon!!! And I loves the rubber duckie! HE ROCKS!
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'Why am I always the one stuck with him when he's like this?' John thought wearily as he watched Rodney pace around the room muttering quite oddly to himself. Not that Rodney muttering to himself was odd… Ooooooooh No: it was the mutterings themselves that were making John worry - Rodney seemed convinced that if he did not get coffee, he would die.
'Well' John mused 'that seems a tad drastic… but God knows what Rodney would do to get coffee. Well, except hurt Elizabeth I guess, I'm not so sure about the rest of us though'.
Rodney at this point grabbed John and shook him, screaming "WHERE'S THE COFFEE?!!!' Then he whimpered like a lost puppy "I need some coffee, pleeeeeeeeeeease?"
John rolled his eyes. "Sorry Rodney. We can't get any coffee until we get out of here".
The ironic thing was it was Rodney's own fault that they were stuck here without any coffee. They had been doing some repairs in one part of the city, when Rodney accidentally triggered the security lockouts and beamed out any equipment and supplies they had.
Including the coffee.
And unfortunately for John, his radio… and gun…well stunner, he had to be nice, plus Elizabeth would never let him hear the end of it if he actually shot Rodney, no matter how much Rodney deserved it.
Damn niceness!
Hence the aforementioned scenario.
John leaned back in one of the chairs. Though it was a little charred, it was still incredibly comfy; the Ancients sure knew how to relax. Not that he could relax: He was stuck here and they had to wait for someone to realize they were stuck. Plus Rodney seemed to have lost the ability to think clearly, making it highly unlikely that he would get them un-stuck.
Huh. Coffee. Rodney McKay's very own Super drug…Who'da thunk it?
Well actually…
Rodney at this moment decided to start muttering about world domination. John groaned and ran his hand through his hair. Rodney was just describing that John would become "his little slave person, guy" If he did manage to conquer the world.
Oh Holy Mother of God.
He was not coming out of this sane. Well as sane as anyone on Atlantis could be.
"I shall change Earth's name to COFFEE LAND!!!!"
'AGGGGGGGRRRHHHHHHHHHH!!' John then knocked himself unconscious, and after later being revived by Carson, was ordered to go to see Doctor Heightmeyer for 'stress related issues'.
Rodney on the other hand had apparently totally forgotten about the incident and had gone back to saving Atlantis and being all 'High And Mighty' about it.
Just another run-of-the-mill-day in the Lost City of Atlantis.
Note that this was written in a short space of time when my muse decided to bite. It is just a random, pointless piece of humour. I send cyber tea and cookies to my beta and anyone who reviews!!
Love yas!
Missnuttyprof.
