Title: Caffeinated
Summ: TeylaMcKay, not to be taken seriously!
Rating: PG13-ish
AuthorNote! There's more than one! This fic was written by me (Quinnie the shipper) Aiylithe, who's the only one of us who watches SG regularly, and Splorchy who doesn't watch the show and has no interest in shippiness. Why is she one the authors? ::shrug::
Disclaimer: We don't own Stargate. No Duh...
Neither Teyla nor McKay could sleep. That's what happens when you drink fourteen cups of coffee.
Each.
At least he has something to do, Teyla thought as she watched McKay scurry around, playing with his machines. Why did I let him give me...
She thought for a moment, trying to remember the name.
Coffee, that's it, Coffee.
"It's just like your morning tea," he had explained, placing a steaming mug in front of her. She stared at it suspiciously then looked up at him skeptically.
"Among my people it is customary to drink caffeinated beverages in the morning, in order to prepare ourselves for the coming day," she explained patiently. "It's nighttime."
But McKay had insisted, assuring her that she would like this strange, new beverage. And she did, almost as much as the conversation. McKay was a surprisingly good conversationalist, and they'd had a very long discussion as he'd patiently tried to explain the significance of a mysterious place called Starbucks. No, he'd said again and again, it has nothing to do with the gate.
She, in turn, had told him with tales of the tea ceremony when, on a person's sixteenth birthday, they rise early for the first time, to take part in adult work and drink the bracing tea of her people. The conversation had gone on for hours, hence the fourteen cups of coffee.
Now hours later, Teyla reflected on where all the coffee had come from. She seemed to remember McKay complaining about supplies running low. But that had been an eternity ago, and now Teyla was so wired on caffeine she could have sworn she saw the ghosts of the dead Ancients walking. She forced herself to keep still, and watched McKay flit around like a housefly, listening politely to his explanation of something technical, but not really hearing him. She tipped her head back and looked up at the high ceiling of the shuttle bay, wondering what time it was. Realizing that McKay was going to keep talking whether she was listening or not, she wandered over to help him work.
"Don't touch that!" he exclaimed, slapping up a roughly rectangular crystal she had picked up, out of her hands. She arched one eyebrow at him, but he had already turned back to his workstation. Sighing, she perched on a stool behind him, and fiddled with a bit of wire.
"Hey, can you hand me that?" he said, gesturing to the wire she was holding.
"Of course," she said and handed it to him. He took it quickly and attached it to an open control panel on the side of the ship. The panel lit up and hummed when he finished fiddling with the wire.
"Ah, thank you, much better," he said to no one in particular. Then jumped back into Teyla as the control panel sparked, singing his jacket. Teyla stood up, examining the jumbled electronics.
"Does it drink coffee, too?" she asked, in a haughty air. McKay stared at her funny and started off in a long, drawn out rant about how machines cannot use coffee as an energizer, as it would merely undermine their ability to function, and it'd be electrocuted anyway, and- it went on, and on, and on.
"McKay, do be silent." And she slumped her arm over a chair, eventually collapsing into sleep on the floor of the shuttle bay.
Obviously, this murky substance was not to be trusted.
TBC...