Title: Pet my head
Author: Yoyi-Yi
Summary: Destiny's new pet interact with the crew.
Notes: Sequel of Cat's Play. Without Beta, horrific English and lot's of mistakes, OoC. Beware! And enjoy.
Warning: Bad language (as in swearing, insults and all that), may contain erotic situations (or sexual ones I still don't know for sure), may contain slash (as in two men in a relationship).
Pet my head.
Some weeks after The Incident, Destiny's crew became used to their new pet. This pet paced freely around the ship, touched devices, manipulated computers and gave orders. This pet went to the mess hall to take his meals, which it would eat standing so it could go back to work faster, and sleep in it's own quarters.
Also, this pet would want, sometimes, to be petted in the head; this pet would take a nap over unusual surfaces twisted in what looked like painful positions. And yes, this pet was always annoying. But the real owner of the pet wasn't all the crew, as the real owner always pointed out. It's owner was the person in command: Colonel Everett Young.
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1. With Tamara
Tamara Johansen have seen a lot of strange things in her life. One of the most incredible was the Stargate. So she was bemused to be surprised of seeing her colonel with a scratch on his left cheek and a blackenedright eye.
"What...?"
"Don't ask, please," cut Young before she could continue.
"Ok." She applied some disinfectant in the scratches and some ice in the eye. "Was it Rush?" At the look she received from him she knew she had nailed it. She smirked.
"What are you laughing at?"
"You said you have him under control. Is it that difficult to tame him?"
"Well," he answered with a sigh, "He is more difficult that a real cat. He's sly and intelligent and knows how to use his weapons."
"Weapons?"
"Yeah. Do you remember that cat in that film for kids? The one with the hat and boots? He can do that exactly glaze, for starters."
Tamara was laughing now without restrictions. "I ought to see that!" And she continued laughing even when Young was no longer here. She couldn't bring herself to stop. With a sigh, she walked out, going for her meal.
In her way to the mess hall a shadow came to her and hid behind her. Fingers held her shoulders and a playful voice whispered in her ear: "Don't let them catch me, please."
Then she heard boots and more voices and St. Greer and Lt. Scott appeared in front of them, panting.
"TJ..., uf... please, hold him..." said Matt between pants.
"Uh? What's going on here?" she asked, looking from the military men to the playfully man at her back.
"We are trying to bathe him. Brody and Chloe are complaining about how bad he smells," said Ron.
"Ok. So, why are you running away?" she asked then to the doctor.
"I don't like to be touched, especially by them."
"Uh. When was your last bath?"
Rush tilted his head. "About a week ago, I think."
Oh, God! That was bad when he and Chloe came back from the Nakai – neither of them liked to be wet in any way for at least a month – and now, this?
"Doc, you need a shower," said Eli, coming from behind Rush and TJ.
Rush shifted uncomfortably, still using Tamara as his shield.
"No."
"Ok, guys! I'll talk with Rush, you all disappear now. He is clawing me. Shooo," she dismissed them with a hand. When they lost sight of the three men, Tamara turned around to look at Rush. "Ok, doc. C'mon, let's get you cleaned."
"I'm clean enough!" he protested.
"No, you are not. Even Chloe is complaining about you!" That seemed to calm him a little. "I'll go with you to the showers, then you take one, clean up, and come out with fresh aroma. Eh... We'll first go get clean clothes."
They went to Rush quarters, where Tamara searched for his luggage. She found a bag with another par of jeans and a white and blue short sleeved shirt. No socks... wait. There! He had one more pair of green socks and two more underpants – one deep blue and the other white.
"Do you have any soap? Shampoo?"
"No."
"Well, it was too much, right?"
"Right."
"Ok. Let's go."
Rush followed her with his head down. He looked depressed. "Oh, c'mon, doc. It's not death sentence. And you will feel refreshed after that."
They got in the nearest shower room together. Tamara closed the door, preventing for a possible attempt to escape. But Rush only was there, unmoving, looking at the floor.
"...I don't think..."
"Oh, but you need it!" she cut. With a sigh, she continued, "Please, doc. Don't make me undress you and put you into the shower."
He looked at her, lifting his head slowly, with big pleading eyes. Tamara swallowed a laugh. He was doing exactly what Young told her.
"Take off those clothes already!" she commanded, spanking him once. He grimaced, looking aggravated.
"I'm no child!" he complained.
"Well, you are behaving like one."
Reluctantly, he stripped, always mumbling complaining. Tamara shock her head in amusement.
When the mist started to come out from the showers Rush hissed. However, he got inside them and rubbed his limbs, back, scalp, everywhere, until Tamara told him that he could come out. None of them were ashamed of his nudity, so when he came out she gave him a towel as the most normal thing to do.
"Very well. Now get dressed and you will be free. Ok, doc?"
"Whatever," Rush snarled.
"Ow... You are so cute." TJ reached out and petted him on the head. Then touched his hair and put away a lock behind his ear. Tamara realized that she was taller than him. "C'mon here," she said pulling him in a sudden hug, combing his hair with her fingers. "How come you are so cute now? How can that be?"
"I'm not cute," he protested. "And I'm no child."
"No, you are our pet."
"I'm no-one's pet."
"Oh, yes you are. And right now, you are the cutest pet I have ever had in my hands," she said, smiling. They looked at each other and Rush blushed. "Aw! How cute!" She hugged him again.
To be continued...
