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This is a response to Koinekid and DaniWilder's flash fiction challenge. This installment is 298 words. Warning: don't read while eating.
Summary: Rodney McKay is a grumpy patient.
McKeller Flash Fiction:
Yogi Takes a Sick Day
by
Destiny Brighthope
"Jennifer, I won't say it again. Get out."
"That's a relief, Rodney, because I'm tired of hearing it."
He squirmed, adjusting his position in bed. "I don't want you here."
"That counts as saying it."
"Honey, just..." He sneezed violently. Covering his nose with one hand, he groped about the bedside table for a tissue.
Jennifer supplied one, and Rodney nodded his thanks. She placed a palm on his head to check his temperature.
"Don't you people have a rule against treating loved ones?"
"I'm not treating you, Rodney. I'm nursing you back to health." She stirred a bowl of chicken soup and lifted the spoon to his lips.
"Please," he said. "I don't want you seeing me like this."
"One. I'm a doctor. Two. I've seen you sicker. Three—"
"Not since we started dating, you haven't. It's beyond me how, after rummaging around in my guts, you can still find me sexy. You do, don't you?"
She nodded.
Rodney sighed. "I don't want that to change."
"I promise it won't."
"But—"
"Look, you're not up to sexual activity while you have the flu, and by the time it's over, I'll have put these images out of my head."
"Jennifer..."
"You're my big bear. That's not going to change because of a runny nose."
He snorted. "How about when I'm hacking up phlegm?"
"You mean roaring?"
"Coughing?"
"Growling," she corrected.
"Vomiting?"
She blew him a kiss. "Still my big bear."
"I stumped you on that one, huh?" Despite his bloodshot eyes and red nose, Rodney still managed to look smug.
"Congratulations, dear. You bested me with a puke joke."
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