HE'A TRAMP!
McShep Slash -oh god I should so not be allowed to drink alcohol ever again! Apologies in advance for this, I was (still am!)totally demented!
Spoilers for that shockingly shite episode 'the tower'
Colonel Sheppard left the balcony he and Elizabeth shared. They had been laughing about his team's latest exploits of world. "Got the drones, got a jumper hell, I even got the girl!" since Elizabeth had been the first, on a pretty short list of people John and Rodney had told about their 'relationship', she had understood the humour in his words. The though of him actually bedding that silly girl back on the planet was ridiculous! He'd soon pushed her off him once he'd come back to his senses. Although his senses were regrettably absent for the kissing part. What! He's a guy! You expected something more? Besides Rodney would understand, eventually. Elizabeth and John had laughed for over an hour about the though of John sleeping in the proverbial and possibly literal, if McKay had his way, dog house and the inevitable cold shoulder John was bound to be subjected to! Never mind, they'd been through worse and really it was only a kiss and she had been pretty forceful- he hadn't stood a chance.
They laughed even more at the though of them making him their king! Seriously that stupid backwards society had actually wanted to make him king, him! God this galaxy really was desperate if they wanted to make John-screw-up-extraordinaire- Sheppard king!
He decided to get some well earned supper from the mess, but first a quick stop at the lab to collect the real King – king of the geek, at any rate- and force him to eat a decent meal as apposed to the normal coffee and powerbars that were Rodney's standard. You never know there might even be a civil conversation to be had, but he doubted it. He knew he was in for some serious sucking up, but he was a big man he could manage to struggle though and anyway Rodney would soon forgive the next time his life gets put in jeopardy. Which it will, not much doubt about that.
Rodney was hunched over his desk in the centre of the otherwise deserted room, lap top open typing happily away. The rest of the scientists and lab staff knew where their beds were and were thankfully absent, he knew Rodney was dying to rant at him about the latest 'space bimbo' incident and he'd much prefer it done in private. He idly picked up a small device from someone else's work station as he passed. The square object fitted neatly in his hand and flashed blue momentarily at his touch, but did nothing else. He shrugged and set it down on the corner of McKay's desk. Rodney completely ignored him, proceeding to type faster and angrier. He tenderly touched his lovers arm at the elbow his skin tingling as skin met skin. The hairs on their arms raised and a feeling similar to static electricity passed over them.
Rodney looked up, slightly confused by the reaction their skin had just had to find Sheppard looking equally perplexed. He opened his mouth to speak but found no sound forthcoming. Panic began to set into his features and his hands flew to his throat. Sheppard wanted to speak too but found it impossible. Okay, not good, humm… oh crap, device. He rubbed his forehead with his left hand as if he were experiencing a headache. Rolling his eyes in exasperation, John picked the device back up and held it out for Rodney to inspect. Rodney gave him his most annoyed 'I can not believe how stupid you are' look swiped the device turning it over in his hand. It remained dormant. John took his lover's hand and led him to the workstation he'd swiped the square from. McKay rolled his eyes when he saw that it was Kavanagh's desk and brought his hand up to key his radio. Sheppard smiled at him, shrugged again and led them to Elizabeth's office.
Elizabeth was running through some paperwork when the 'Atlantis Two' as they had come to be known marched purposefully in. Sheppard looked apologetic a smile playing on his face, McKay looked livid. She guessed the 'talk' had not been too successful then.
She decide to focus on calming Rodney down, he appeared to be only just containing his panic. "What's the problem Rodney?"
She had expected a rant, snark, an explosion of insulting angry words all aimed at Sheppard. She did not expect him to burst in toa painful rendition of a song she'd not heard since childhood.
"He's a tramp, but they love him, breaks a new heart everyday,"
Rodney looked as shocked as her when the words spilled from his mouth. Sheppard mouth droped open but then he grinned harder than ever before. He placed an Ancient device on her desk and settled back against the door frame enjoying the spectacle of his lover singing Disney songs about him at their boss!
"He's a tramp, they adore him, and I only hope he'll stay that way"
Rodney was swaying his hips and snapping his fingers in time to the music playing in his head, singing at the top of his voice in a deep baritone.
"He's a tramp, He's a scoundrel, He's a rounder, He's a cad, He's a tramp, But I love him, Yes, even I have got it pretty bad"
Sheppard was on the floor by now, tears spilling from his eyes as he laughed harder at his lover. Elizabeth had finally overcame her shock and was leaning back in her chair hooting with laughter at the insane sight of Rodney McKay Atlantis's own mini Hitler singing about his lover's infidelity. The control room staff was watching the show too; there was not a dry eye in the house!
"You can never tell when, He'll show up, He gives you plenty of trouble, I guess he's just a no-count pup, But I wish that he were double!"
Rodney's face was the picture of shock and misery, he could not control the words spring from his lips but he found it hard to begrudge everyone for laughing. He caught sight of his reflection in the glass and he had to admit he did look ridiculous mincing, swaying his hips and singing out of tune.
"He's a tramp, He's a rover, And there's nothing more to say .If he's a tramp, he's a
good one, And I wish that I could travel his way, Wish that I could travel his way, Wish that I could travel his way."
Sheppard was by now, laying on the floor gasping for breath, clutching his sides, his face beet red. Rodney' song over he snatched up the device and stormed out of the office, steeping over Sheppard's huddled form in his rush to get to the infirmary. He needed this device checking over, plus Carson had a really nice bottle of scotch stashed away, he could really use a glass of right now!
Man, I really got to stop drinking Stella! It's not good for coherent thought! Review- let me know if I should continue. I got a really bad idea for a part two, with Sheppard singing and some h/c but only if i get around to wrtting it. Lol.