A/N: Hey, I'm updating on time… which means every other day. The plot bunnies attacked for this chapter pretty strongly.

Part 6

Lennon didn't bother stifling her laughter at Rodney on the ground, wrapped up in the desk chair. She had just started sweeping the science floors when she noticed him through the open door.

"Yes, laugh at the man on the ground. I could've broken my back." He rolled to the side and started getting up. "And I have a very sensitive back."

"I'm sure you do." She continued laughing and placed her pack on the desk, hopping up next to it.

"It's a medical fact." Now on his feet, he picked up the swivel chair. He snarked, "What do you want?"

"Why are you never happy to see me?" She snipped back.

"I don't have a reason to be happy. You hit me, humiliated me, walked out on me…" Which was all true, but his heart was going a mile a minute, perturbing him even more.

"You like it." What did she just say?

He was still standing in front of the desk, almost eye to eye with her. He crossed his arms in defiance, "Why would I?"

"Female attention." She eyed the hideous brown clothes he was wearing as she swung her legs off the desk. "Something you don't get very often." She really needed to get him shopping.

Mentally smacking herself, she broke that line of thought.

Rodney huffed, "I get plenty of female attention." His eyes passed over her lips.

"That's doubtful."

"And how much attention do you get?" He asked rather sarcastically.

"There was this time I stumbled into the wrong bar and this woman bought me a drink thinking-"

"Male attention, Mallory."

"I knew what you meant." She eyed her pack and slid one hand in it. "How's the potentially explosive Gate problem?"

"The vain attempt by Carter to use the naquadriah to generate a hyperspace window in the X-302 failed, just as I … and that little alien guy, Jonas… something, predicted. Impending doom is still upon us."

She wanted to keep him talking to distract him as she felt for the bunny, "Impending doom always sucks."

He slowly inched closer to the desk, "Speaking from experience?"

He was close enough she could feel his body heat, so she leaned back consciously, though she felt her heart wanting to get closer, "Why would I tell you?" She felt the baby amnesia bunny moving through the towel, so she assumed it was awake.

"You're the one who keeps popping up and annoying me."

"Me, annoying you?"

"What else do you call it?"

Lennon gently closed her hand around the bunny in her pack and flashed her eyes up to determine where Rodney was standing.

It was a little close.

Without a thought in his mind, only the ship feelings taking over, Rodney leaned and put his lips to hers.

She pulled back, but he leaned more and under the influence of her own ship feelings, put both of her arms around his neck.

Rodney braced himself with one hand on the desk and one around her waist as his thighs bumped the desk's edge, Lennon's legs on either side of him.

And just as suddenly as the kissing began it stopped when sanity surged up through Lennon and she tore away from him. Her hand came up and she slapped him. The sound echoed through the lab and probably out into the hallway.

He gaped, rubbing his cheek, "Why did you do that for?"

"You kissed me!"

"You kissed me back!"

"I did not!"

"Unless I have two tongues, one of those was yours!"

"You could be some sort of mutant!" Fuming, Lennon realized they were still very close to each other. She pulled her legs up, spun, and hopped off the side of the desk.

As she was in the process of doing that, Major Samantha Carter appeared at the doorway. She stared questionally at Rodney's flushed and angry face, and at the woman who was hopping off the desk from a suspicious position.

"Am I interrupting something?" Carter both hoped she was and wasn't. If she was maybe McKay would forget about her, but then she hoped she wasn't because the thought of walking in on something of that nature was very disturbing.

"Yes!" Rodney snipped as Lennon hissed "No!"

"I'll just come back…" Carter turned to leave but Lennon brushed passed her, pack in hand.

Lennon hissed, "He's all yours," and tried to keep her pace at a normal speed, but it ended up as a jog until she got around the corner.

She was swearing like an angry chef and slapping both of her cheeks along with banging her head against the wall.

Someone in a lab coat walked passed, looking at her strangely.

She didn't care at the moment and collected herself.

It was just a kiss.

One hell of a kiss.

But just one.

No big deal.

A –need a cold shower- kiss.

It didn't mean anything.

It couldn't.

No way.

She kissed him back.

And it was good.

Real good.

Maybe…

She shook her head and kept moving down the hall, taking deep breaths.

It was all because of a stupid ship bunny.

---Meanwhile---

"Come to see my ideas? Typical. When your plan doesn't work you come running to me."

Carter clenched her teeth, "I was heading down to my lab when I realized I didn't have the notes on the Gate's internal capacitors."

He shoved his hands in his pockets, "What makes you think I have them?"

"Because they're right there."

He followed where she was pointing, "Oh. I told you I was gonna copy them."

"No, McKay. You didn't."

"You didn't hear me then."

She picked up the file, "You would have had to say something for me to hear it."

"It isn't my fault you have bad hearing."

"My hearing's perfect. Unlike your skills with whoever that was."

He tried to cover, "Mallory's my assistant." So she led Fraiser to believe she was a colleague, he'll lead Carter to think she was a mere assistant.

"I'm sure." She started to leave.

"She is, really. We were just having a discussion about, um…" He snapped his fingers.

Carter waved behind her with the hand clutching the file, "Don't want to know McKay."

Rodney sunk down in his chair, wondering when the hell his life got so complicated.

---Still Meanwhile, and after…Have to move the timeline along after all---

Boring… Charlotte mused as she continued to clear the SG team housing floor. For her, it had been a completely regular job. Which wasn't bad and everything, it was just… boring. Dull. Routine.

Level 27, the level that included the briefing room and General Hammond's office had even gone rather smoothly. No one had really bugged her as they were all focused on the Gate slowly building up energy from an incoming wormhole.

It was kind of… weird. The SGC was a beyond top-secret Air Force facility, one would think security within the place would be a little more… secure.

Though security on top was damn tough. The Busters had to stay in the hatch and descend to Level 13 to bypass the security checkpoint post NORAD and pre SGC. So it wasn't as if the SGC expected anyone to bust in successfully. And there were so many people running around, it was hard to know every staff member by face.

So, along with the rest of her team, Charlotte was unbothered by security as she cleared levels of plot bunnies. But she hadn't even had a conversation with anyone, let alone (and unknown to her) lunch with a canon and kissing a guest-canon.

Which meant of course, something was about to happen to her or this part would be a waste of valuable time and space.

She knocked on the door in front of her, and when it opened she plastered on her annoyed-technician look. "We're having a few issues with the Base's wiring. I need to check your room…" She guessed his rank, "Captain."

He narrowed his eyes, "Major Lorne. What sort of problems?" He asked, looking both alarmed and skeptical.

Great. She got a curious one. "Lights have been flickering on several levels. Nothing to worry about, unless you want old wires sparking a fire in your quarters…sir."

"Come in then." He moved to the side, keeping an eye on her as she marched in with her pack, which actually added to the technician effect.

As she dug out the rectangular piece of tech she had been passing off as a sort of electrical field detector, she felt his eyes watching her like she was doing something wrong.

Which, she kind of was after all. Didn't mean she had to like his scrutinizing eyes, but she bite her tongue so as not to cause any more questions and walked all around the room with the piece of tech, held to the walls, keeping an eye out for anything with two ears and a tail.

After a few minutes and not finding anything, she announced, "It seems you're safe."

"Good to know. This isn't part of the Gate problem is it?"

"Completely unrelated." She said for about the hundredth time that day, and left.

She followed the same procedure for the next few quarters, and jimmied open the doors with no answers. A few bunnies, both ship and amnesia, met their vaporized ends. But there was still no amnesia bunny den, not surprising her since she was clearing the living quarters which were used too often.

Her fist was about to fall on another door when it opened.

"Hello…something I can do for you?"

Charlotte instantly recognized him from the files Head Quarters had, "I need to take a look at your quarters, Colonel. There's been a problem on several levels with the lighting." She waved the little rectangular piece of tech for effect.

"Be my guest." Jack stepped aside and she walked in. "Just don't go in that drawer, or that one… oooh definitely not that one." He pointed accordingly.

She refrained from rolling her eyes, "Okay, sir."

"I was just leaving, so close the door on the way out."

"Yes, sir." She watched him stroll out, letting herself enjoy the view. Looking doesn't hurt.

On the next level, she walked passed a few technical staff, which didn't surprise her in the least since it was where the MALP and such bays were located.

But there was a weird air floating the down the hall… empty almost. Dark, hazy.

Rolling her shoulders, Charlotte continued down the hall, after the source of the air, knowing what it would mean.

The amnesia bunny den.

She looked at the bottoms of doors, including the large bay doors and one rather odd and out of place wooden door.

Finally, she came upon the source. A door about the size of two regular doors. Hazy air was seeping out from the impossibly thin space under the door, and she swore there was dust.

They really needed a better cleaning crew in the place.

This time rolling her head, she hit the button opening the door. It slid open and Charlotte struggled to see through into the dark room, so she stepped in about a foot.

The door closed behind her seemingly on its own.

Lights flickered on and she saw the amnesia bunnies in their den, a cylinder metal contraption in the far left corner.

But there weren't just a few brown bunnies, but hundreds. And they were staring at her with beady black evil eyes.

About a hundred smirked.

"Oh crap." She muttered.

Then she noticed one bunny directly to her left, perched on top of a stack of crates next to the door buttons.

She pulled out the zat and activated her radio and the same time, "There's a situation…"

A/N: I just had to give Charlie some fic time. It was nagging at me.

Shippiness with Lennon/McKay is so fun to write, how was it to read?