Title: Arrested Development
Rating: PG-13
Feedback: Just click on my name!
Spoilers: None
Summary: They're supposedly the two most intelligent people in the universe - but they seem to be having great difficulty with solving a simple problem. (Sam/McKay)
Disclaimer: All publicly recognisable characters and places are the property of MGM, World Gekko Corp and Double Secret productions. This piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment not monetary purposes and no infringement on copyrights or trademarks was intended. Previously unrecognised characters and places, and this story, are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
Warnings: Contains McKay, Implied and some mild sexual situations
Details: Sam/McKay established relationship. You have been warned!! Part 1 of a series.
Author Notes: McKay warning: I've told you twice now that he's in it, so don't go complaining if you read it and don't like him. Hope that you do enjoy it, though, and please send feedback (good or bad).
Archive: Heliopolis, Gateworld,
Arrested Development
Copyright © Ruth, 2004
"Sam?" McKay asked quietly, feeling immensely stupid.
"Yeah?" She called from the kitchen.
He could barely bring himself to admit to the problem he was currently having. He was the most intelligent man in the universe, for crying out loud! Not only was this problem embarrassing, but it was so stupid…
"Could you come in here for a minute?" He pleaded, mentally kicking himself as he sounded like a small child.
"You know what happened last time I walked away from the kitchen whilst I was cooking…" she warned, "If I lose my focus, anything could happen…"
"I know, sweetie," he grinned, knowing that this would rile her enough to bring her out from the kitchen.
She appeared then, hands on her hips, glaring at him. He smiled sweetly back at her.
"What did I tell you about…?" He interrupted her.
"I know, but this is really important…" he whined.
She relented, and sat down beside him on the carpet, in front of the television.
"What is it?" She asked, fixing him with her gaze.
"I…could use your technical expertise on something," he said, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear, "Darling."
"You mean you can't do it yourself?" Sam smirked removing his hand to hold it in hers, "Whatever could it be? Darling."
He muttered something quickly under his breath and turned away. She didn't hear him.
"What? I didn't hear you," she laughed, grabbing his shoulder and turning him back around to face her.
"The VCR!" He blurted out, "I can't program it."
Sam sat back on her heels and bit back a laugh. He glared at her.
"Don't you dare," he warned.
She shook her head, and bit down on her lip.
"It's not funny!" He added, thrusting the instruction manual under her nose.
"No," she agreed, picking up the manual and unsuccessfully trying to cover a snort of amusement.
"I'll go check on the dinner," he said, with a sniff of annoyance, "If you haven't already cremated it."
She grinned after him, and turned back to the VCR. It was too ironic to even contemplate - McKay, the joint-world's-foremost-expert-on-the-Stargate could not even complete so simple a task as programming the video recorder. It wasn't like the instructions were in Japanese, anyway…any old fool could do it!
Five minutes later, to her great embarrassment, Samantha Carter, the other world's-foremost-expert-on-the-Stargate, found that she was not one of these fools.
"This is ridiculous," she murmured, pressing another button and cursing under her breath as it did not have the effect she had desired.
"Can't do it either?" McKay mocked from behind her, "Seems like we're neither of us so intellectually advanced, sweetie."
"Don't call me that," she grumbled, "Anyway, you're ruining my concentration."
"Oh, sorry," he said, and continued to stand silently behind her.
Another five minutes passed, and she had to admit defeat.
"Rodney, get down here," She sighed, sitting back against the couch.
"You want me to go down where?" he asked, with mock astonishment.
"Would you get your head out of the gutter for a moment?" She laughed.
He came to a rest beside her, and drew his knees up to his chest.
"This is…"
"…ridiculous."
"I know. I mean, we're the worlds' foremost experts on the Stargate, and yet…"
"We can't program a video recorder."
"Maybe we're reading the instructions wrong," he said, and took the manual from her hand to study it again.
"I don't think so," she argued, "We've read it through a couple of times each, we can't have missed anything."
"We just need to come back and look at it later," he suggested, "Fresh start, clear head, and all that."
"I don't think that'll do any good," she said, her brow creased in concentration, as she studied the book again.
"You haven't tried yet," he said, sliding his arms around her waist. Once there, his fingers idly began to play with the hem of her shirt.
"Oh, wait!" She exclaimed suddenly, "I think we forgot something."
He cursed in annoyance as she pulled away from him and went back over to the machine.
She pressed a button and sat back, a smirk the size of Arkansas spreading over her face.
"Rodney, honey - you forgot one vitally important thing with all electrical equipment," she said, throwing him the manual.
It fell open in his lap on the first page. One stupidly simple instruction leered back at him.
Step 1: Press the power button.
Sam doubled over on the floor as he slammed the manual shut.
"You missed it too!" He said, indignantly, "That makes you just as dumb as me!"
She didn't reply, but gradually calmed herself and sat up again.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean…" She began, but he held up his hand to stop her.
"Sam? Can you smell something burning?" He asked innocently.
"Aw, crap!" She moaned, getting up hurriedly from the floor and rushing to the kitchen again.
McKay shook his head in amusement.
"Want me to ring for take-out now or later?" He called, with a smirk.
The End
Author's Note: So, what do you think? Could you bring yourself to read any more?
Rating: PG-13
Feedback: Just click on my name!
Spoilers: None
Summary: They're supposedly the two most intelligent people in the universe - but they seem to be having great difficulty with solving a simple problem. (Sam/McKay)
Disclaimer: All publicly recognisable characters and places are the property of MGM, World Gekko Corp and Double Secret productions. This piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment not monetary purposes and no infringement on copyrights or trademarks was intended. Previously unrecognised characters and places, and this story, are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
Warnings: Contains McKay, Implied and some mild sexual situations
Details: Sam/McKay established relationship. You have been warned!! Part 1 of a series.
Author Notes: McKay warning: I've told you twice now that he's in it, so don't go complaining if you read it and don't like him. Hope that you do enjoy it, though, and please send feedback (good or bad).
Archive: Heliopolis, Gateworld,
Arrested Development
Copyright © Ruth, 2004
"Sam?" McKay asked quietly, feeling immensely stupid.
"Yeah?" She called from the kitchen.
He could barely bring himself to admit to the problem he was currently having. He was the most intelligent man in the universe, for crying out loud! Not only was this problem embarrassing, but it was so stupid…
"Could you come in here for a minute?" He pleaded, mentally kicking himself as he sounded like a small child.
"You know what happened last time I walked away from the kitchen whilst I was cooking…" she warned, "If I lose my focus, anything could happen…"
"I know, sweetie," he grinned, knowing that this would rile her enough to bring her out from the kitchen.
She appeared then, hands on her hips, glaring at him. He smiled sweetly back at her.
"What did I tell you about…?" He interrupted her.
"I know, but this is really important…" he whined.
She relented, and sat down beside him on the carpet, in front of the television.
"What is it?" She asked, fixing him with her gaze.
"I…could use your technical expertise on something," he said, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear, "Darling."
"You mean you can't do it yourself?" Sam smirked removing his hand to hold it in hers, "Whatever could it be? Darling."
He muttered something quickly under his breath and turned away. She didn't hear him.
"What? I didn't hear you," she laughed, grabbing his shoulder and turning him back around to face her.
"The VCR!" He blurted out, "I can't program it."
Sam sat back on her heels and bit back a laugh. He glared at her.
"Don't you dare," he warned.
She shook her head, and bit down on her lip.
"It's not funny!" He added, thrusting the instruction manual under her nose.
"No," she agreed, picking up the manual and unsuccessfully trying to cover a snort of amusement.
"I'll go check on the dinner," he said, with a sniff of annoyance, "If you haven't already cremated it."
She grinned after him, and turned back to the VCR. It was too ironic to even contemplate - McKay, the joint-world's-foremost-expert-on-the-Stargate could not even complete so simple a task as programming the video recorder. It wasn't like the instructions were in Japanese, anyway…any old fool could do it!
Five minutes later, to her great embarrassment, Samantha Carter, the other world's-foremost-expert-on-the-Stargate, found that she was not one of these fools.
"This is ridiculous," she murmured, pressing another button and cursing under her breath as it did not have the effect she had desired.
"Can't do it either?" McKay mocked from behind her, "Seems like we're neither of us so intellectually advanced, sweetie."
"Don't call me that," she grumbled, "Anyway, you're ruining my concentration."
"Oh, sorry," he said, and continued to stand silently behind her.
Another five minutes passed, and she had to admit defeat.
"Rodney, get down here," She sighed, sitting back against the couch.
"You want me to go down where?" he asked, with mock astonishment.
"Would you get your head out of the gutter for a moment?" She laughed.
He came to a rest beside her, and drew his knees up to his chest.
"This is…"
"…ridiculous."
"I know. I mean, we're the worlds' foremost experts on the Stargate, and yet…"
"We can't program a video recorder."
"Maybe we're reading the instructions wrong," he said, and took the manual from her hand to study it again.
"I don't think so," she argued, "We've read it through a couple of times each, we can't have missed anything."
"We just need to come back and look at it later," he suggested, "Fresh start, clear head, and all that."
"I don't think that'll do any good," she said, her brow creased in concentration, as she studied the book again.
"You haven't tried yet," he said, sliding his arms around her waist. Once there, his fingers idly began to play with the hem of her shirt.
"Oh, wait!" She exclaimed suddenly, "I think we forgot something."
He cursed in annoyance as she pulled away from him and went back over to the machine.
She pressed a button and sat back, a smirk the size of Arkansas spreading over her face.
"Rodney, honey - you forgot one vitally important thing with all electrical equipment," she said, throwing him the manual.
It fell open in his lap on the first page. One stupidly simple instruction leered back at him.
Step 1: Press the power button.
Sam doubled over on the floor as he slammed the manual shut.
"You missed it too!" He said, indignantly, "That makes you just as dumb as me!"
She didn't reply, but gradually calmed herself and sat up again.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean…" She began, but he held up his hand to stop her.
"Sam? Can you smell something burning?" He asked innocently.
"Aw, crap!" She moaned, getting up hurriedly from the floor and rushing to the kitchen again.
McKay shook his head in amusement.
"Want me to ring for take-out now or later?" He called, with a smirk.
The End
Author's Note: So, what do you think? Could you bring yourself to read any more?