"Don't like her, eh?" McKay asked wickedly.
"Of course I don't like Weir," Sheppard said, looking disgusted. "She's way to uptight."
"Then why are you hiding?" McKay asked sensibly. Sheppard ignored him in his frantic attempts to scrub tomato sauce from his shirt and hide behind McKay. Finally Weir disappeared from the doorway, not having seen the major. Sheppard breathed a sigh of relief.
"If you must know," he told the scientist, knowing that of he didn't McKay would hound him till his dying day, "She's, um, not too happy with me at the moment. I kinda told her off for working too hard, and she kindly told me where to get off. Wasn't fun, I thought I'd give her time to cool off."
McKay felt guilt well up in his stomach again. If it hadn't been for him none of them would be tired and cranky.
"So anyway," Sheppard continued, "What are you going to do about Teyla?"
McKay sensed the fruitlessness of denying everything. He leaned forward and told Sheppard, "If you tell anyone, I'll...I'll..." He stopped and blinked madly in frustration. "I'll stab you with my fork!" he finished lamely, holding up the flimsy plastic utensil.
Sheppard put a look of mock terror on his face. "Gosh, McKay," he said sarcastically, "You really now how to strike fear in the hearts and minds of us simple folk. The Wraith don't have anything on you."
McKay glared at him. The man just couldn't turn off his cocky attitude, could he?
"Look, there have been a lot of people wondering if normal rules are gonna apply now that it seems we're stuck here," Sheppard told him soothingly. McKay wasn't surprised to hear that, but he was skeptical that anything would come of it. "If you want," Sheppard offered reluctantly, "I could raise the issue with Weir. When she's not about to bite my head off" he added hastily as he saw McKay's eyes light up.
Teyla had been immensely relieved when Sheppard had gotten rid of McKay. She understood his concern, but she could only stand so much mothering. She'd slept very peacefully, awakening only once to the sound of Weir and Sheppard having one of their heated discussions. Now though she was sorry for having been so impatient, and she was determined to find him, apologize for her behavior, and thank him for being so kind. Perhaps she would ask him to join her for a cup of tea.
TBC...
Lo! Now our stories are more or less (mostly less) even. Please review! I...need...reviews...Quinnie
Yes, victory! I have successfully turned my friend into a review-zombie-fiend-thing. Yes! She's bugging me now... -Aiylithe.
No author note for me; I had no input. How ironic it is that this exists. -Splorchy