Disclaimer: I don't any of it!! I do however own the poor Lt.
A/N: I know I'm picking on McKay, but he's just so pickable!! Lt. Jocelyn Smith is basically me. It was easer to write it that way! :) Enjoy and thanks for reading!! This hasn't been beta'd so all mistakes are mine, sorry! Skys:)
What happens when an over tired Lt. Jocelyn Smith is kept awake by a certain very annoying scientist's secret?
Deadman Snoring
"I could strangle him……yeah, strangle him….no that's not good enough for him, not enough pain," Lt. Jocelyn Smith was rambling on and on, while laying face up in her bed, staring at the ceiling of her little Atlantis apartment. She bit her lip, as her eyes bounced from one end of the ceiling to the next. She had been here for three weeks, and was it just her, or did that noise get louder and louder each night. The incept noise continued, "I could stab him, oooo that would…no wait that's to messy. Blood makes awful stains, they would have no trouble proving it was me, maybe I could make it look like a Wraith did it…yeah…no wait Sheppard would freak out and do something completely drastic like bomb the city……oooooo a bomb, that would work! I know how to make one of those. They would never be able to trace it, but they would see how low teck it was and know it was someone on base, and not some Genii that sneaked into the city. That's it a Genii, come to kill him because of all the ways he's foiled their plans in the past….I can make myself look like a Genii better than a Wraith anyways, and I would only dress up as on incase someone saw me trying to get in his room." She had been up for seventy-two hours straight between one very long trip with Col. Sheppard's team to investigate a possible allied planet, two intense training sessions, one with Teyla the other with Ronon, and because of her next door neighbor. She had asked for a transfer to another room, but there wasn't gong to be another room available for a week. She wasn't heartless enough to trick one of her friends into switching rooms with her….or was she…..that thought had hit her and past many hours ago. The thought of doing bodily harm to the menace-next-door was much more appealing then subjecting one of her few friends on Atlantis to this torture.
Her sleep deprived thoughts continued, "Come on, you know how to kill a guy six different ways with you thumb, why can't you find one just right for Dr. Needs-a-Breath-Right next door. AHHHH!!" she let out a groan as she rolled over on her side and smashed a pillow over her head. "This is too much!!" she mumbled to herself. The pillow didn't work. She knew that, she had tried it the first night. "How the hell doesn't the man wake himself up!!" she exclaimed as she turned and lay on her back, to stare at the ceiling once more.
"Wait!!" she exclaimed as she sat straight up in bed. "It stopped…it stopped…IT STOPPED!!" She squeaked, just below the range that would classify it as a scream, as she wiggled in the bed, flailing her arms and legs in excitement, "it stopped, yes, yes, yes, yes!! YES!!" she threw her arm up in the air, hand made into a fist, as she whispered the word victory. It was time for her to get some sleep, she had another mission tomorrow.
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Dr. Rodney McKay awoke restlessly from his sound sleep. He was rather disgruntled for he had been having a very interesting dream about a certain blonde scientist/colonel. All he knew was it was the middle of the night. He looked over at the clock on his night stand; the bright red numbers read 2:30. He looked up at his ceiling and mumbled to himself, "Not again, it's been three weeks. Maybe I can invent something that can make her stop talking in her sleep……"
The End!!