Dear Readers,

Due to the sad lack of Sam/McKay-related fics in the fandom I had been planning to write more in addition to my first one, "Assumptions". So, I got this idea from reading some other fics on LiveJournal and assorted Stargate fan-websites. It will be a compilation of Sam/McKay oneshots and drabbles taking place somewhere within the time frame of season 4. Anyhoo...I have nothing else to say, except that I hope you enjoy, and PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!!!!!!! (Emphasis on REVIEW!)

Best regards from a Bookworm (and SGA fan),

Miss Pookamonga ;-P

I: Coffee Run

"Where's my coffee?!"

He scans the room wildly, whipping his head back and forth, hoping to catch a glimpse of what he's looking for. But his eyes do not detect its presence, so his frenzied behavior grows only worse.

"Miko! Have you seen my coffee thermos?!" he nearly screeches, in a voice laced with both panic and fury.

Miko jumps, startled that he has actually called her by name. She looks up, her eyes wide with fear and apprehension. Although she is quite worshipful of him, she knows well that a Dr. McKay without his coffee is as dangerous as a stack of dynamite sitting next to a burning candle. One wrong move would be like knocking over the flame and igniting the deadly pile of explosives.

"I...I do not know, Dr. McKay...I have n-not seen it...maybe you left it—"

"Sheppard!" he interrupts loudly, jabbing his finger at the air. "I bet he stole it! The little—I'm gonna get him..."

In a flash, he has sprinted out of the lab, and now speeds down the hallway. His face is flushed with rage—his lips are tightly pursed, his nostrils are flared, his cheeks are growing pink, and his eyes are gleaming with the red-hot fire of pent-up fury. Frankly, he looks like a bull charging toward its target. He is running so fast that he doesn't even notice where he is going. Passerby in the hallway stop to stare at the spectacle, but he pays no heed. He is on a mission, and nothing can stop him, nothing can stand in his way—

—except maybe Sam Carter.

He slams into her before he even realizes she is there, and the force of his impact is so great that it sends both of them toppling to the floor. Both are stunned for a second, then, coming to their senses, they look up wearily. Sam is sprawled out on the floor, but she cannot bring herself to stand because, as she peers upward, she realizes that something is weighing her down.

Someone.

Rodney.

Rodney McKay is on top of her.

At the same precise moment, both of them realize their position, and for a split second, they stare at each other in utter horror. Rodney opens his mouth to say something, but hastily shuts it again and attempts to extricate himself from the woman beneath him. However, as he tries to stand up, his foot slips and he falls back toward her and knocks her down again as she is sitting up.

"McKay!" she yells in annoyance.

"Sorry! Sorry!" he cries, pushing himself upward and rolling to the side. Finally, he is able to stand up steadily, and he offers a hand to Sam, which she gratefully takes.

"I'm really, really sorry! I didn't see you—don't think I did that on purpose, I'm not that perverted—"

"McKay—" Sam holds up her hand "—it's fine." She pauses. "Now, if there had been other people looking...well, that's another story. And don't say 'sorry' again, because I know that's what you're about to do."

"Oh yeah." He waves his hands in the air. "Sorry 'bout that—" he spies her staring coldly at him "—I mean...crap! Sorry—ah—about...saying 'sorry'...I—oh, never mind." He lets his hands flop to his sides in frustration and looks at her with puppy-dog eyes without even realizing it.

A grin creeps across Sam's face and she chuckles, dipping her chin down a bit. He can be so cute sometimes, even though he acts like a complete jerk.

"Whatever, McKay. What were you doing, anyway?"

Rodney motions to speak, but he half-closes his mouth, suddenly unable to remember why he was running down the hall in the first place.

"I...oh!" He points distractedly at Sam as he squints at the ceiling in concentration. "I was looking for Sheppard, because he stole my coffee—"

"Keller has your coffee," Sam interrupts, trying desperately not to laugh.

"Huh—what? Why does she have...my..." he gazes at Sam, brows furrowed in confusion.

"She had it with her—said you left it in the mess hall after breakfast. She was going to give it to you, but she got wrapped up in something—"

"Does the woman know important my coffee is?!" Rodney nearly yells, his coffee withdrawal-induced panic steadily creeping back into his senses.

Sam crosses her arms and just rolls her eyes. "You take that up with her. I'm not going to risk getting involved."

And with that, Rodney spins on his heel and dashes off to the infirmary, leaving a bemused Sam to shake her head in his wake.