Kavanagh was working in the lab when a noise behind him made him start. He spun around, backing up against a table, both hands up.
"It's ok, Kavanagh, it's just me." McKay grinned evilly.
"Little jumpy today, are we?"
"Yeah, well, you would be too." Kavanagh gave him a hunted look.
"Hey, it couldn't have been that bad."
"It was entirely inappropriate! Not to mention embarrassing. It just proves my point, the woman is an emotional, irrational basket case."
"Oh, be fair. She was drugged." McKay edged closer.
"I notice you didn't say it was bad."
Kavanagh took off his glasses and pressed his fingers against the bridge of his nose.
"Fine. It wasn't bad. Did you want something or are you just tormenting me for the sheer twisted pleasure it gives you?"
"Actually, both." McKay smirked at him.
"It's not me that wants something, though. Our leader's laptop has stopped working and she wants you to fix it."
"Me? Why me? Why can't you or Zelenka do it?"
McKay shrugged.
"She wants you."
Kavanagh rolled his eyes.
"I'll bet she does," he muttered.
McKay frowned, suddenly serious. He leaned toward Kavanagh.
"Hey...Peter?"
Kavanagh eyed him with suspicion.
"What do you want, Dr. McKay?"
McKay smiled pleasantly.
"Try not to give her a hard time about it, ok? She's pretty upset, from what I hear. I'm sure she just wants to apologize. Be a sport for once in your life, eh?"
Kavanagh looked at him speculatively.
"Well, better get going." McKay slapped him on the shoulder and grinned.
"All right, but I suspect we'll all regret this." He looked gloomily at McKay and headed for the door with a sigh.
