Once again McKay marched into Weir's office. Beckett followed him very slowly trying to look important.
Rodney cleared his throat, "Elizabeth?"
Weir looked up raising her eyebrows in a strained way, as if she already knew what wacky idea he had come up with.
"Rodney", she said trying not to sigh, "what can I do for you?"
Ouch, Carson half-closed his eyes with a twitch. How the hell could she fake such a bright smile in a nerve-wrenching situation like this, with an absolutely loaded Rodney standing right in front of her, ready to yell her into pieces as soon as she said something wrong?
"I want to put together a team", he informed her solemnly, "to go and search something comparable to chocolate."
Elizabeth was about to pull a face, but in the end she managed to halfway compose herself, "Rodney, listen", she told him carefully, "but at the moment I can't permit you such a mission."
"And why not?" he snapped absolutely lacking of understanding.
"Because", she took a long breath, "there are more important things to do."
"More important", now McKay really yelled at her, "do you have an idea..."
"Rodney, please", Weir tried to calm him, "yelling doesn't take us anywhere. We can talk about everything, but first of all you should go and help Dr Zelenka with the emergency power plans. He has got some trouble with it..."
"God..." , Rodney spun around throwing up his arms, "Why am I only surrounded by jerks here?" he fumed. Then he shove past a sort of staggered Carson and trotted away into the direction of the lab.
As soon as he was out of sight Weir groaned and propped her head into her hands. "Oh, Carson, what shall we do with him? It seems as if he's slowly getting nuts."
"Well", Beckett frowned tiredly, "I really tried to talk him out of it", he shook his head, "I'd better follow him before something happens", with these words he was gone.
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Only moments later John Sheppard walked into Dr Weir's office handing her a pack of chocolate.
"Thanks", she sighed tearing it open, "I really needed it", gratefully starting to chew on it.
"Is he getting behind it, yet?" the major asked with a devious grin.
"No, not yet."
"Great", Sheppard chuckled, "slowly deceiving him becomes a lotta fun..."
Smirking he unwrapped himself another power bar.
xxxxx
Rodney was decided to tear Zelenka a strip for him being too stupid to complete the work on his own. How could he dare to disturb him while he was desperately trying to solve more important problems concerning his survival?
"Radek" , as soon as McKay saw the Czech, he nearly jumped into his face, "Why the hell can't you finish this job without my help. You know how busy I am?"
"Busy with your fruitless search for non-existent chocolate", Zelenka murmured.
"What are you calling fruitless?" Rodney spat, "you're the one doing fruitless things here."
Radek eyed him completely emotionless, "No, Rodney, you won't excite me with this", he stated.
"You're an idiot", McKay shouted.
Zelenka's look grew deadpan now, "Am I?"
Now something happened no one had reckoned with: All of a sudden Rodney broke out into tears and threw himself into Carson's arms.
"Why am I surrounded by so many stupid people?" he wailed, "Nobody likes me..."
Beckett rolled his eyes skywards, "Come on, Rodney, you know I like you."
McKay fell silent for awhile and kept on weeping into Carson's t-shirt. And finally Carson found enough courage to tell him to stop, "Now please stop crying, Rodney", he said as if talking to a five-year-old, "and help Dr Zelenka with his problem."
"Please, Rodney", Radek added sheepishly, "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings."
McKay blew his nose into the sleeve of Carson's jacket, "All right", he grumbled grudgingly, "but after it you'll leave me be", he nearly shouted again, "Understood?"
"Yes", Zelenka pulled an unnerved face, "and perhaps I could help you with the chocolate problem after it", he added quietly.
"I'm not interested in your great help", McKay huffed.
xxxxx
Meanwhile Beckett decided to go to his quarters changing his clothes, since it was not much pleasure for him to run around with Rodney's snot sputtered all over them.
He was already on his way back to the lab to check on Rodney and Zelenka as a shred of conversation caught his interest.
"... Don't wanna miss his face when he gets to know."
Carson peered around the corner and saw Lieutenant Ford talking to Sheppard.
"Me neither", Sheppard was tittering like a little girl, "I'm really looking forward to telling him tonight. Or do you wanna do it?"
"No, no, Sir. I'll leave you the fun", Ford stated, "maybe I'll be able to make a pic of McKay exploding."
"Oh, yeah, that'd be great. Or why not make a movie clip right away?" the major pondered.
All right, Beckett had heard enough. So there was definitely a conspiracy against Rodney going on here. And Sheppard was the main suspect. Of course he was, finally he had no longer been able to hold to himself, living out his fun by teasing him.
Carson decided to tell him right away. But, no, perhaps Rodney needed a little lesson after all these complaints he had already placed. He was not too sure, but maybe this little ass-kick would not be that bad for his nerve-racking friend...
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To be continued. (Soon I hope.)
Anybody noticed Carson's beautiful eyes that are hiding under this funny hairstyle of his?