Of Super Glue and Men

This is a tag of sorts to ZAS: Yes! We Have No Bananas? You don't need to read it to have fun with this one, but you know you want to. I mean, come on! Bananas? In the Pegasus galaxy?

I own nothing except this silly plot. And a really cool Chewbacca Lego key chain thing-y.

Of Super Glue and Men

"So what is the deal with the super glue?" Rodney slid his tray onto the table, sitting next to Sheppard.

John raised an eyebrow, but kept his focus on the computer before him. "It's useful, McKay."

"Oh, I know all about that. I've had my hands glued to my keyboard, my locker, my clothes glued to the closet, my books glued shut, my face glued to my desk...so why is it being carried by Conan, of all people?" The scientist eyed his tray, frowning as he noticed Sheppard's half-eaten pecan pancakes.

Holding up a finger, the Colonel finished his typing, pausing only to cut and eat a bite of his breakfast. In the midst of chewing, he mouthed, "Why do you want to know?"

"Well, I don't want to be the victim of a glue prank." He edged his fork toward John's plate.

A firm hand slammed his wrist to the table. "You won't be, IF you keep your fork to yourself, McKay." John smirked as he ate another bite. "Besides, it's for emergency use only. That stuff's handy to have when Keller isn't around to stitch you up. We carried it in the Gulf, along with other things you'd be shocked to see in our emergency kits."

Rodney pondered a moment. "So, I won't be getting my laptop glued shut?"

"What do you think this is, high school?" The pilot gave a snort, chomping the remaining pancake.

"Actually, it was grad school."

Sheppard choked, turning red as he fought to force the food either up or down. Down won, but at the cost of both his and Rodney's coffee. "They did this in grad school?"

"Well, yeah. Although, I might've..." He trailed off, looking at the sorry sausage on his plate.

Sheppard tilted his head, knowing what was next. "What did you do, Rodney?"

"Do you really want to know?" Blue eyes tried to widen innocently.

"I..." John raised a finger, prepared to ask, but thought better. "No. I DON'T want to know. You know why? Because I'll find out eventually." His laptop closed quietly. "And I'd better NOT being hearing about it from Zelenka, do you understand me, McKay?"

Rodney turned a bright shade of red, a girlish "Meep!" ringing though the mess hall. He scrambled from his chair, running faster than anyone had ever thought he could.

"MCKAAAAY!!"