Author: odt
Title: Stop cooing!
Spoilers: None
Rating: K, or none... no slash... But maybe later, in the sequel.
AN/ I hope you'll like it... I wanted it to be funny but tell me if it isn't... Thank you!
Rodney was in his lab, John Sheppard, in font of him, was cooing.
-Stop cooing, that's annoying in the end!
But the lt. colonel didn't stop. On the contrary, he cooed and laughed harder...
Not bearing it anymore, our geek stood up, took his computer and left.
Dr Elisabeth Weir, entering the room, saw her ranking military officer laughing out loud, and asked:
-John? What are you laughing at? Is that why Rodney is so mad at?
John tried to focus on her question, but it was so damn funny! He never would have thought that...
-John, are you nuts?
-No, no...I... (laughing)... I'll explain but...
And he started laughing again. God! Why couldn't he stop?
Few minutes later, he calmed down, but it was more because of the ache in his belly than the fact that it was not funny anymore...
And he began explaining himself, and why he was laughing like that.
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Few hours later, Rodneu had his work done, finally... Heading to the mess hall, he saw Sheppard.
"Oh, no!", he said backing away, shame still nagging him, eating him. Why had Sheppard been there, anyway?
Heading instead, toward his quarters, he entered his room. While loking at Sheppard in the mess hall, he hadn't paid attention to the fact that Weir was with John but looking at him... Grinning.
Thinking the lights on, he was surprised... Hell, Horified by the scene in front of him... and, well, he was mad at Sheppard for good reason!
Birds, made with paper, covered his bed... Yes! He was going to kill that little bastard, named John Sheppard!
He burst out of his room, heading to the mess...
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Eyes locking on his target, a bird of paper in his hand, he approached the damn military. Mashed potatoes? Good!
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On the other hand, John couldn't avoid the sudden attack... He hadn't even seen him coming! Rodney took the plate in his hand and it, magically, came crashing on John's face... And then, he felt something else... Could it be?... Paper?
Everybody in the room, even the leader of the expedition, began laughing.
At a loss of what to do or say to calm the mad scientist down, he got up, and began walking toward his room. Once there, he cleaned his face and change his clothes, dirty... for some cleaner ones...
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Well! He had deserved that after all, but why in the world, did Rodney McKay, brilliant scientist, and self-centered pain in the ass, coo in his sleep...?
The END.