Title: The Stationary Cupboard Saga: Part 2
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
Summary: Sam finds herself locked in a cupboard with someone she hates. Part 2.
Author Notes: Tee-hee. Feedback is always appreciated at this address: jm-webmistress@fsmail.net
Disclaimer: All publicly recognisable characters and places are the property of MGM, World Gekko Corp and Double Secret productions. This piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment not monetary purposes and no infringement on copyrights or trademarks was intended. Previously unrecognised characters and places, and this story, are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead is coincidental and not intended by the author.
Note: Thank you very much to all of the people that send reviews! I am very grateful! :)
~ The Stationary Cupboard Saga: Part 2 ~
Copyright (c) 2003, Ruth
**********
"Damn!"
Sam cursed as the pen she was writing with ran out, right in the middle of a very large report. For once, she had decided to write it by hand because her laptop was charging. This was not something that she usually did, and now she remembered why.
Leaning down to look in her desk drawer, she cursed as she realised that she had no pens left inside of it - Jack must have been taking them again, either that or Daniel. They seemed to find it amusing to use her desk drawer as a stationary store, which meant that Sam had to keep making trips to the stationary cupboard - this was not something that she wanted to do because of her encounter with Dr McKay.
Still, if she wanted to finish her report, it didn't look as if she had any other options. With a sigh of annoyance, she pushed herself up and out of her chair, and yanked the door of her lab open. Then, she headed for the stationary cupboard.
**********
Sam paused outside of the cupboard and leant against it, pressing her ear against the door. She wanted to make sure that there was nobody waiting for her inside before she entered. When she was comfortable with the fact that she was alone, she pushed open the door and went inside.
The minute she stepped inside, Sam uttered another curse. The box of pens was right at the back of the cupboard, which meant that she had to stray away from the door which she wanted to keep held open, just in case someone decided to pull another prank on her.
"Oh, pull yourself together, Sam!" She snapped to herself, letting go of the door and stalking across to the pens.
Just as she did this, she heard the door slam shut, and once more (though it was a terrible cliché) the lights went out.
"AAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!"
**********
"Stressed, Major Carter?" A cool voice replied.
"Oh..." Sam moaned, sliding to the floor in horror, "Please tell me that this is just another terrible dream!"
"Another? My, my, have you been having many of these dreams?" the man enquired.
"No, I haven't!" Sam snapped, "And just what the hell are you doing hiding in a stationary cupboard, McKenzie?"
"I am conducting a psychological experiment," McKenzie said defensively, folding his arms and knocking a box of rulers onto Sam's head.
"Ow!" she said, rubbing the wounded spot, "Why on Earth are you doing it in a cupboard?"
"Why not?" McKenzie asked.
"Why not? WHY NOT? Because it's a CUPBOARD, for crying out loud!" Sam shouted.
"For crying out loud," McKenzie said, and Sam could hear him scribbling something in a notebook.
She closed her eyes, counted to ten, and took several deep breaths.
"What...are...you...doing?"
"I'm writing a psychological analysis."
"Do you really think that it's fair for you to be analysing my mind when I am locked in a dark stationary cupboard with YOU?"
"I think it's a great idea," McKenzie beamed, "Just the right sort of atmosphere..."
"To get me locked up in a padded room," Sam grumbled, shifting around, trying to get more comfortable.
"Exactly," McKenzie replied, scribbling in his notebook again.
**********
"So..." McKenzie said slowly, "You mentioned having terrible dreams...care to talk to me about that?"
"No."
"What about the obviously increasing levels of stress put on you at the moment?"
"No."
"Are you willing to talk to me about anything, Major Carter?"
"No."
Sam heard him scribbling something in the notebook again, and gritted her teeth.
Why was this happening to her again? Was McKay not humiliating enough? Word would soon get around the base of her penchant for getting locked in the stationary cupboard with men, and that would do her no good at all.
"You know, this display of anger is just a side-effect of your nervousness.
There is no need to feel nervous, Major."
"Yes," She cooly replied, clenching her fists, "And this display of anger that I will soon be acting on if you do not SHUT UP will merely be a side-effect of my being locked in a dark cupboard again!"
"Again?" he questioned, "When has this happened before, Major? Is this something that you want to talk about?"
"No."
"Well, it was worth a shot."
**********
"You know, Major, I deal with people who have a screw loose all of the time, but you really have nothing to be afraid of."
Sam bit her lip, and swallowed a giggle.
"I don't care how many screws you've lost, McKenzie - that's your business, not mine."
"Oh, very funny," he said sarcastically, "You don't have to hide behind infantile humour, Major - I'm sure that people will appreciate you for the person you are, not for the person you are currently trying to be."
Sam tried to think about this for a moment, but failed.
"What?"
"You put up a barrier around yourself," McKenzie continued, as if he were reading fine poetry, "You make yourself out to be someone popular and exciting, when in actual fact you are not - you are just the nerdy scientist with no friends, no social life and only a fat ginger cat for company."
SLAP
"Ouch! What was that for?"
"For telling me that I have no life. I mean, talk about hypocritical - look at you! How many friends do you have, huh? One?"
"I've got one more than you," McKenzie snorted.
SLAP
"I still do not understand how you are capable of slapping me in this pitch black cupboard," McKenzie grumbled.
"I can smell bullshit a mile off," Sam explained, with a smirk.
**********
"How long are we going to be in here?" McKenzie grunted, "I need to type up my study."
"One thing," Sam said, "How can you have known what you were writing, as we've been in the dark. For all you know, you might have missed the paper and gone straight onto your trousers!"
"Is that just an excuse for you to remove my pants, Major?" McKenzie asked, with a grin.
THROWING UP NOISE
"Please don't do that again."
"What? Ask you to take off my trousers?"
THROWING UP NOISE
"Dammit! I told you to stop doing that!"
RUSTLING NOISE
"There they are, Major - here, would you like them?"
"No...No...NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
**********
Suddenly, the door was wrenched open and an extremely shocked airman was standing there, looking at them.
McKenzie cleared his throat.
"I can explain everything, airman."
THE END
Author's Note: Heehee! Hope you enjoyed it, please send comments to jm-webmistress@fsmail.net. Hope you all have a very merry Christmas and a happy new year!!
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
Summary: Sam finds herself locked in a cupboard with someone she hates. Part 2.
Author Notes: Tee-hee. Feedback is always appreciated at this address: jm-webmistress@fsmail.net
Disclaimer: All publicly recognisable characters and places are the property of MGM, World Gekko Corp and Double Secret productions. This piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment not monetary purposes and no infringement on copyrights or trademarks was intended. Previously unrecognised characters and places, and this story, are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead is coincidental and not intended by the author.
Note: Thank you very much to all of the people that send reviews! I am very grateful! :)
~ The Stationary Cupboard Saga: Part 2 ~
Copyright (c) 2003, Ruth
**********
"Damn!"
Sam cursed as the pen she was writing with ran out, right in the middle of a very large report. For once, she had decided to write it by hand because her laptop was charging. This was not something that she usually did, and now she remembered why.
Leaning down to look in her desk drawer, she cursed as she realised that she had no pens left inside of it - Jack must have been taking them again, either that or Daniel. They seemed to find it amusing to use her desk drawer as a stationary store, which meant that Sam had to keep making trips to the stationary cupboard - this was not something that she wanted to do because of her encounter with Dr McKay.
Still, if she wanted to finish her report, it didn't look as if she had any other options. With a sigh of annoyance, she pushed herself up and out of her chair, and yanked the door of her lab open. Then, she headed for the stationary cupboard.
**********
Sam paused outside of the cupboard and leant against it, pressing her ear against the door. She wanted to make sure that there was nobody waiting for her inside before she entered. When she was comfortable with the fact that she was alone, she pushed open the door and went inside.
The minute she stepped inside, Sam uttered another curse. The box of pens was right at the back of the cupboard, which meant that she had to stray away from the door which she wanted to keep held open, just in case someone decided to pull another prank on her.
"Oh, pull yourself together, Sam!" She snapped to herself, letting go of the door and stalking across to the pens.
Just as she did this, she heard the door slam shut, and once more (though it was a terrible cliché) the lights went out.
"AAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!"
**********
"Stressed, Major Carter?" A cool voice replied.
"Oh..." Sam moaned, sliding to the floor in horror, "Please tell me that this is just another terrible dream!"
"Another? My, my, have you been having many of these dreams?" the man enquired.
"No, I haven't!" Sam snapped, "And just what the hell are you doing hiding in a stationary cupboard, McKenzie?"
"I am conducting a psychological experiment," McKenzie said defensively, folding his arms and knocking a box of rulers onto Sam's head.
"Ow!" she said, rubbing the wounded spot, "Why on Earth are you doing it in a cupboard?"
"Why not?" McKenzie asked.
"Why not? WHY NOT? Because it's a CUPBOARD, for crying out loud!" Sam shouted.
"For crying out loud," McKenzie said, and Sam could hear him scribbling something in a notebook.
She closed her eyes, counted to ten, and took several deep breaths.
"What...are...you...doing?"
"I'm writing a psychological analysis."
"Do you really think that it's fair for you to be analysing my mind when I am locked in a dark stationary cupboard with YOU?"
"I think it's a great idea," McKenzie beamed, "Just the right sort of atmosphere..."
"To get me locked up in a padded room," Sam grumbled, shifting around, trying to get more comfortable.
"Exactly," McKenzie replied, scribbling in his notebook again.
**********
"So..." McKenzie said slowly, "You mentioned having terrible dreams...care to talk to me about that?"
"No."
"What about the obviously increasing levels of stress put on you at the moment?"
"No."
"Are you willing to talk to me about anything, Major Carter?"
"No."
Sam heard him scribbling something in the notebook again, and gritted her teeth.
Why was this happening to her again? Was McKay not humiliating enough? Word would soon get around the base of her penchant for getting locked in the stationary cupboard with men, and that would do her no good at all.
"You know, this display of anger is just a side-effect of your nervousness.
There is no need to feel nervous, Major."
"Yes," She cooly replied, clenching her fists, "And this display of anger that I will soon be acting on if you do not SHUT UP will merely be a side-effect of my being locked in a dark cupboard again!"
"Again?" he questioned, "When has this happened before, Major? Is this something that you want to talk about?"
"No."
"Well, it was worth a shot."
**********
"You know, Major, I deal with people who have a screw loose all of the time, but you really have nothing to be afraid of."
Sam bit her lip, and swallowed a giggle.
"I don't care how many screws you've lost, McKenzie - that's your business, not mine."
"Oh, very funny," he said sarcastically, "You don't have to hide behind infantile humour, Major - I'm sure that people will appreciate you for the person you are, not for the person you are currently trying to be."
Sam tried to think about this for a moment, but failed.
"What?"
"You put up a barrier around yourself," McKenzie continued, as if he were reading fine poetry, "You make yourself out to be someone popular and exciting, when in actual fact you are not - you are just the nerdy scientist with no friends, no social life and only a fat ginger cat for company."
SLAP
"Ouch! What was that for?"
"For telling me that I have no life. I mean, talk about hypocritical - look at you! How many friends do you have, huh? One?"
"I've got one more than you," McKenzie snorted.
SLAP
"I still do not understand how you are capable of slapping me in this pitch black cupboard," McKenzie grumbled.
"I can smell bullshit a mile off," Sam explained, with a smirk.
**********
"How long are we going to be in here?" McKenzie grunted, "I need to type up my study."
"One thing," Sam said, "How can you have known what you were writing, as we've been in the dark. For all you know, you might have missed the paper and gone straight onto your trousers!"
"Is that just an excuse for you to remove my pants, Major?" McKenzie asked, with a grin.
THROWING UP NOISE
"Please don't do that again."
"What? Ask you to take off my trousers?"
THROWING UP NOISE
"Dammit! I told you to stop doing that!"
RUSTLING NOISE
"There they are, Major - here, would you like them?"
"No...No...NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
**********
Suddenly, the door was wrenched open and an extremely shocked airman was standing there, looking at them.
McKenzie cleared his throat.
"I can explain everything, airman."
THE END
Author's Note: Heehee! Hope you enjoyed it, please send comments to jm-webmistress@fsmail.net. Hope you all have a very merry Christmas and a happy new year!!
