A/N: More McKay and Lennon. Actually, this one's mostly McKay/Lennon.

A few of the moments in here were requested by Techie.

Enjoy!

Part 8- Flipped Shippiness

The lab was buzzing with activity, organized chaos, all directed by one man.

Lennon watched Rodney with amusement as he snipped and snapped his fingers at the underling scientists who either looked afraid he was going to bite their heads off or so angry that they were going to bite his head off.

He circled around what Lennon recognized as an electromagnetic pulse generator to a desk. Without bothering to sit down, he started typing on the laptop.

Lennon weaved her way through the throng of scientists, almost colliding with a few who weren't looking where they were going.

"Rodney, you busy?"

"No, I'm just relaxing on a beach, what does it-" He glanced up and saw it was her, "Oh… uh… hi."

"So… busy?

"Well, yes. What are you doing here?" He looked like a cross between a lost puppy and an angry bulldog, and his voice reflected it.

"You always ask that."

The lost puppy was gone, "Because you show up at random times."

"They're not random to me."

"Your perspective must be a little warped."

"And your calculation is wrong." She pointed to the screen, rather smugly.

He snorted, "It's perfectly fine. I've looked over it-" His face fell as he read over where she was still pointing, "Oh. Huh." He straightened up and defended, "It's a typo."

She raised her eyebrow in a Teal'c-like fashion, "That carries on through the whole calculation?"

His fingers flew over the keyboard, "Exactly."

Lennon rolled her eyes, "Are you that incapable of admitting when you're wrong?"

"I'd have to make a mistake first."

"Arrogance must run in your family."

"As much as pestering curiosity runs in yours." He waved his hand behind him, not taking his eyes off the screen, "Why don't you just run off again, you like to do that."

"That's not fair. There were perfectly good reasons." She'd never admit it, but that hurt. And things like that never hurt her.

He stopped typing and passed his eyes up to hers, lost puppy completely replacing the bulldog, "An explanation would be nice."

"Dr. McKay?" One of the guy lackeys asked.

Rodney stood up straight and snipped at him in full bulldog fashion, "What?"

"You should see this." The lackey gestured behind them as Lennon dug in her pack.

"Can't you see I'm busy?"

"Here." Lennon shoved a plain two-way radio in Rodney's hand, "Call me when you're done with the Geek Patrol. We need to talk."

Rodney swallowed, he hated talking about mushy relationship type stuff, which he assumed she wanted to talk about. But he did want to know what was going on, "Okay."

He watched her turn around and leave almost as abruptly as she came. For a moment he felt like chasing her down for a kiss goodbye, but that thought got pushed out when the lackey started babbling.

-Perspective Change-

Lennon couldn't believe the day she was having. It was pretty much insane. She was going to chew out HQ for not giving proper intel about when they were going to break into the SGC. They usually aimed for a lull in the action, not this charade.

And then there was Rodney, which would just not leave her head. He was like a plague of snarkiness set upon her by an angry god for something wrong she couldn't remember doing. What she hated about him, was now very attractive. It took all her willpower not to melt into a pool of sweet Sue goo around him and fall into his arms.

Frakin ship bunnies causing problems. She refused to turn into one of those characters who completely changed once shipped.

She keyed her radio, "You guys are where now?"

"Northeast corner. The only door with wood molding."

"Really? Man TPTB are weird today."

"Tell me about it."

"Oh, right. Miss Pretty." Lennon hung a left and noticed the out of place wood.

"That is never going to leave these walls."

She opened the door and walked in, "Oh yes it is. It's too great not to." Their makeshift camp was a small, and once again dusty, storage room. Or maybe a private lab if it actually got any furniture.

"No one would believe you." Charlotte yawned, quite snug on the ground. Her head was resting on her pack, her zat right next to her.

"I'll convince them. Besides, Madge is on my side."

Her name roused Madison out of her half-sleep mode, "Leave me out of it. I'm not getting on her bad side." She rolled over and faced the wall, pulling up a Care Bear beach towel around her shoulders.

Lennon set her nearing half-ton pack against the wall and flipped open the top, "We can take her."

"Don't make me laugh."

Checking to make sure the rest of the team's eyes were closed, Lennon silently gave the young amnesia bunny a sedative, figuring stunning it every time it woke up was not such a good idea. "Two against one."

"Never going to happen, geek. Catch a little rest already, would ya?"

"You're not my mother." Lennon took out the matching two-way radio she gave Rodney and a small rectangular pillow.

"Thankfully."

"You wound me." Lennon faked hurt and laid down, radio under the pillow so only she could hear it.

"Shush up." Madison kicked Lennon's foot and proceeded to kick Charlotte's arm.

---An indeterminate amount of time later... Let's go with a couple hours---

Sleep is good. When Lennon actually got to sleep, which wasn't the case then. She had to listen to Charlotte snores, bordering on loud, and Madison's breathing while trying to push unwanted thoughts of a certain astrophysicist out of her head, made even harder by waiting for his call.

What was she? In high school sitting by the phone, hoping the captain of the football team would call and ask her to the dance?

She snorted, there was no where Rodney was ever captain of any sports team.

Maybe chess. He probably played chess.

"Mallory…?"

She jumped, reaching for the little radio, "Yeah?" It was barely a whisper as she grabbed her pillow and pack.

"Where are you?"

She couldn't tell him where she actually was. The level wasn't used for anything really, so there was no reason that he'd understand for her being there. "I'm… outside the guest quarters." Maybe she could get him to go to his, and she could finally get her plan done with.

"Stay there. Be right up."

The radio went silent, and Lennon launched out the room quiet enough not to rouse the others.

-Another Perspective Change-

Rodney rubbed his temples as the elevator climbed floors.

He almost killed Carter.

Great. Blow it with two hot women in one day, Rodney.

Wait, since when did he think of Mallory as hot? Sure, she was cute in a geeky way. But one glaring difference was her black hair. His history showed he liked blondes.

But… he was only attracted to hot women. It was a fact. Testable. Scientific even. So therefore, she was hot.

Yep, definitely hot. In a geeky, irritating sort of way.

He stepped out of the elevator to see said black hair and blue uniform walking away from him down the hallway.

Reveling that he could actually sneak up on her for once, he caught up to her and put his hand on her shoulder. "Mallo-"

He didn't get to finish as hands were gripping him in not-affectionate places and he was flipped over his head, landing flat on his back.

"Oww! Why'd you do that for?" He moved his shoulders, seeing if there was permanent damage and peered up. "You're not…"

The airwoman looked down at him, "Don't ever touch me again." She continued on her way.

Rodney heard laughing from behind him and sat up.

"Some days it doesn't pay to get out of bed."

He looked and saw who really was Lennon this time, "Make fun of the man with permanent back damage."

She laughed and offered her hand, "Such a baby." He got to his feet and she continued, "It's times like these one wonders if you ever had a girlfriend."

He glared as he dusted off his pants, "I've had plenty of girlfriends. I'm very selective though, you should be flattered I gave you some attention."

"I'm not attention starved."

"Oh yeah," he crossed his arms smugly, "Prove it."

"I do not have to prove anything, especially to an arrogant ass."

"You like this arrogant ass."

"Do not." She denied. "You aggravate me."

"You weren't complaining when you were on my desk."

"Because you weren't talking."

Rodney smirked, "So I'm only good for my body?"

"That's not what I said."

"It was implied."

"Can we not talk about this in the middle of the hallway?"

"You want to get me behind close doors so you can take advantage of me, don't you?"

In a way... she thought. "Get a hold of yourself, Rodney. I don't need your attention."

"I still haven't seen any proof of anyone else giving you any." He still had his arms crossed.

"And how would I… hmmf." She swung her pack to the floor and started digging, avoiding the towel-with-a-bunny-surprise.

"What do you have in there? A whole house?"

"Just a few necessary… ah. He we are." She held up the picture so he could see, "Proof."

He snatched it out of her hand to look closer at the picture of her and a man who looked freakishly liked Garth from Wayne's World sitting next to each other, computer in the background. "Oh please, this is nothing."

"Keep going."

He discovered she had actually pulled out a couple pictures and moved on to the next one, "Still nothing." Just because the guy had an arm around her didn't mean anything.

"Keep going." Lennon fought back laughing at the expression on his face upon seeing the next picture. "He's one hell of a man." She smirked.

Rodney's jaw had dropped and it took a few moments for his brain to work again. He shoved the pictures back at her, "Geek's stay together. No surprise there."

She grabbed them back, "You're jealous." She teased, knowing the picture Madison had snapped of her and Langly in his bedroom, wearing each other's shirts from the previous pictures did not look innocent.

"Am not." His face reddened.

She placed the photos in the front pocket of her bag, "Where are your quarters?"

"My quarters?" He squeaked.

"Yeah." She locked eyes with his, being as flirtatious as she could stand without getting sick, "Is your brain functioning enough to comprehend?" She shouldered her pack once more.

His mouth opened and closed like a fish before he answered, "Yeah," he lightly took her wrist and started leading her down the hall.

Men. She smiled and started formulating a definite plan. If it all went well, he'd never remember her.

A/N: The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men gang aft agley.

In modern English – The best-laid schemes of mice and men often go awry.

Hmm… funny how Rodney was squeaking. That just hit me. Lol.