1The Journal of Dr. McKay
A/N: Dr. McKay keeps seeing things he's not supposed to... Surprise couple that was originally intended to be a 'guess the couple' and still kinda is...though you can probably figure it out. Silliness. Very very short, too.
Rodney pushed into the unused residential room, looking for some peace and quiet to try to decipher the hieroglyphs that Dr. Weir had pushed on him, with his head down, already fully engrossed in the symbols. He vaguely heard the door shut behind him, and looked up for a split second to try to find a chair, looked down, then jerked his head back up and stared. After a moment he became aware that he was holding his breath, and turned on a heel back towards the door, hoping to escape before he was noticed.
He had his hand on the keypad, a sigh of relief building in his throat, when a deep rough voice informed him, " I heard you come in, McKay." He thought: I'm not a bad person, I don't deserve this. After a moment of considering simply charging through the doorway and running for his life, he squared his shoulders and instead turned to face the other two occupants of the room.
They stood in an embrace in the middle of the room, and the speaker, tall dark and burly Ronon Dex arched an eyebrow in McKay's general direction. The kiss that Rodney had walked into the middle of had apparently abated, but Ronon's arms were still locked around the smaller figures waist, thumbs rubbing slow lazy circles on the other persons back. Both of them were staring at McKay, and the doctor watched the deep red of a blush begin to creep up the pale skin of the smaller figures neck. They were still embracing, and he wasn't quite sure how he was supposed to be handling this situation, so he said the first thing that came to his mind, " Does Dr. Weir know?"
For a moment, silence, as he stares at the interlocked couple, and they stare back at him, one set of pale blue eyes, one set of dark brown. Finally the smaller figure sighs and grimaces, prompting Ronon's arms to tighten their hold, and says, " Look, McKay, this isn't...I mean, probably this would be not the best thing to be spreading around, you know?" Ronon takes this opportunity to lean forward and plant a kiss on the smaller figures temple, while at the same time managing to shift enough to flash the gun on his hip at Rodney.
What had seemed to be a fleeting headache ten minutes ago was blossoming into a full fledged migraine, and Dr. McKay found himself wishing that he had sought out the quiet of his own room instead of this one. He clears his throat, nods, and backs into the door. Reassured by its solidness behind him, he clears his throat again, and says,
" Right, perfectly understandable. My lips are sealed." And with that he turns, slams the door open, and flees, wondering where he could get the mental equivalent of steel wool.
As he heads away, the door sliding closed behind him, he hears Ronon's deep baritone, "I thought you locked the door," and then the telltale clock of the lock clicking into place. It's only once he gets back to his own room that he realizes that he left the hieroglyphs back in the room with the odd couple. He sighs, and bangs his head lightly against the wall.
A/N: So...did you guess? Did you? Did you?