McKay fiddled nervously with his Ancient palm pilot.

"Only the most volatile substance in the universe," he muttered quietly. Not quietly enough.

"You gave her vodka?!" Beckett asked incredously, his voice rising an octave.

"Well, it does have similar properties," McKay admitted. Beckett's eyes popped from his sockets. Fortunately Sheppard poked a disheveled head into the room at that moment, most likely saving McKay from a horrible fate.

"It is three in the morning," he informed them calmly. "Explain yourselves." He caught sight of Teyla. "Why is Teyla lying on the floor of McKay's room?" he wanted to know.

McKay broke out in a cold sweat. "Well...I..uh..."

Sheppard looked at Beckett. "Do I want to know the answer to that question?"

Beckett glared at McKay. "He drugged her!" he accused the scientist.

McKay blanched. "I did no such thing!" He said defensively.

"Children..." sighed Sheppard, "Am I going to have to separate you?" He disappeared in disgust to find Weir. Beckett and McKay were left glaring at each other over Teyla's limp form. Thankfully Sheppard returned fairly quickly with a wide-awake Weir in tow. She immediately took charge and ordered Teyla to the infirmary. McKay and Sheppard trailed after her.

Once Teyla had been settled in a hospital bed, Weir looked to Beckett. He shrugged. "As far as I can tell she's in a very deep sleep. Stayed awake too long. She'll be fine when she wakes up. Might have some hangover symptoms." Beckett shot McKay a dirty look. McKay slumped down in his chair. "No more coffee," the doctor instructed him sternly. "Got it?" McKay nodded.

"Well that's great news," Sheppard said, springing up from his chair, "I for one am going back to bed."

"I'll stay with Teyla," McKay quickly volunteered. Beckett nodded, and waved good night to everyone.

"Well, since I'm up I think I'll get some work done," Weir said. Sheppard followed her out of the med bay.

McKay drew his chair over to Teyla's bed, and watched her for several minutes. Once he was assured that she was in fact sleeping (He never entirely trusted Beckett) he let his eyes drift shut.

Some time later he was awoken by the sound of a beeping machine. He opened his eyes to find Teyla, groggy, but awake, watching him intently.

"Uh, hi," he said, quickly sitting up and running a hand across his mouth to rid it of any traces of drool.

"Good morning," she said in return, "You didn't have to stay you know. I would have been perfectly fine."

McKay shrugged. "Well, y'know, I feel this is my fault." He jumped to his feet, his guilt flooding back in full force. "Do you need anything? A pillow perhaps? Or, I could bring you some breakfast."

"Thank you, but I've already had my morning meal," she said graciously. McKay jumped at this. How late was it? Ten already? "So are you feeling better?" he asked with concern.

"Yes," she said with just a slight amount of annoyance shading her voice. "I am fine."

"Hey Teyla," Sheppard greeted her. "Feeling better?" Teyla looked ready to scream. "If it's okay with you, I think I'll just take McKay and make sure he eats something," Sheppard said pleasantly, firmly steering the scientist out of the infirmary.

Teyla nodded in relief.

"Do you think she's mad at me?" McKay asked Sheppard anxiously, as they sat at a table supplied with their MREs.

"Who? Weir?" Sheppard asked.

"No, Teyla," McKay hissed at him.

"Teyla. Nah, she likes you. She doesn't get mad at you." The major said reassuringly. His eyes narrowed. "Do you like her?" he asked.

McKay's mouth dropped open.

"You do don't you?" Sheppard said, his face contorting as if he were trying not to laugh. "You should ask her out. You're both civilians, dunno if Weir would be cool with it or not."

"Is that why you haven't asked her out?" Mckay shot back, grabbing at any opportunity to turn the conversation away from Teyla.

Sheppard's spoon froze halfway to his mouth. "Who?" he asked, feigning ignorance.

"Weir." Sheppard dropped his spoon on his tray, splattering them both with freeze dried tomato sauce. He swore, then swore again as he caught sight of Weir in the doorway. Mckay followed his line of vision and smirked.

Ah, can't write more! Must go!-Quinnie