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Kavanagh: OMG! Mckay, you—you IDIOT! MEDICS! SICK BAYYYYYYY!
-silence-
Kavanagh: —can't—can't hear me— *sweats* Mckay! Are you all right? Wake up! *gentle shake* Come on!
Mckay: *gurgle*
Kavanagh: Oh God. That sounded bad. That was bad, wasn't it? Mckay, don't—you can't—I—I'm not trained for this! You have to wake up! *slightly frantic shake* ...You're not even thinking about leaving me to do all this shit alone, right? No, you wouldn't. You wouldn't do that to me. *starts rocking* You're gonna wake up. Come on. Wake up.
-silence-
Kavanagh: Figures. It just...figures. Inconsiderate bastard. You know, they'll blame ME for this. It'll all be on my head. They're not going to believe a thing I say. Did you set this up? Because if I find out you did...
-silence-
Kavanagh: *grabs Mckay's head with both hands, bawls*
Mckay: ...Uggghhhh...what the...Kavanagh? Are you...rubbing my head?
Kavanagh: Ha! Of course not! I'm...uhhh...*SNIFFLE* re-returning the electrical shock you just *SNIFF* gave me. What the hell possessed you to—
Mckay: The current would have hit you otherwise.
Kavanagh: So? You would care because...?
Mckay: *large blue eyes*
Kavanagh: *stares, transfixed*
Mckay: So, you are now my bitch. Now and forever. *closes eyes*
Kavanagh: Because of one fucking I-FAIL-AT-TESLA stunt? Are you kidding me?
-silence-
Kavanagh: *less certainly* Mc...kay?
Mckay: *opens both eyes, bats them*
Kavanagh: I hate you.
Mckay: *snuggles* It's *yawn* entirely mutual. Promise.
Kavanagh: *sighs heavily* You'll make sure they're busy enough singing your praises for 'saving' me that they forget to crucify me for not dying when I had the opportunity, right?
Mckay: Naturally. You'll find I'm a very fair owner, Kavanagh. Kind, even.
Kavanagh: Pffft! I'll believe that when I see it.
Mckay: Hush, puppy. Master needs to rest. Do you think you could relax this shoulder a bit?
Kavanagh: Are you fucking—
Mckay: *groans softly*
Kavanagh: Oh geez fucking Louise. There. Okay?
Mckay: Better. Hold it just like that.
Kavanagh: *stretches one arm, stealthily*
Mckay: I felt that.
Kavanagh: *wild look* This is totally unfair and you know it!
Mckay: Mmmm...Uh, Kav?
Kavanagh: What? What now?
Mckay: *gently* You're rubbing my head again.
-
Sheppard: Did you hear something? Like the sound of a thousand lost souls, screaming in unison?
Weir: I did. Odd, seeing as we're alone in my office. With no-one else around. At all.
Sheppard: Subtle. I like it.
Weir: *pounces*
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At the bar that night...
Kavanagh: Teyla I am so—so—
Teyla: Upset? Worried?
Kavanagh: *bleary glare* No! I'm—I'm...*fades, recovers* I'm pissed off, is what I am! And with perfectly good reason!
Teyla: Perhaps things are not as bad as they appear.
Kavanagh: *wails* He fucking owns me!
Teyla: That is very...unfortunate. For him.
Kavanagh: *nods, nurses his drink* Hey, wait a minute—
Teyla: *hastily* Is negotiation—
Kavanagh: This is Mckay we're talking about.
Teyla: What did he say to make you feel so...hopeless?
Kavanagh: *leans over, whispers*
Teyla: *troubled* Oh. *sighs, then puts a hand on his shoulder* Well, be strong, Peter Kavanagh. Remember, although—I MEAN IF—no-one else does, I still believe in you. Also, have some more of this liquor. I believe in it even more.
Kavanagh: *sobs into his drink*