Of Jellyfish and Space Travelers
Trouble in Paradise
I don't own SGA. I think we all know this by now.
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Rodney constantly whimpered and protested in pain, and it was beginning to get on Sheppard's nerves. How painful could putting aloe on the scientists back be? "Hey, McKay, could you shut up please?"
"Ow! That hurts!"
"That's because I'm getting a little pissed off by your complaining."
"You're hurting me!"
"Oh, yes, with the evil aloe vera!" With that, Sheppard dumped a glob on his friend's back, watching smugly as Rodney tensed.
"Ack, it's cold!"
"Aw….poor baby. Do. It. Yourself. Next time you get sunburned to the point of being a passable lobster, don't come to me unless you raise your threshold for pain about a hundred notches!" Rodney actually gaped, craning his neck around to stare, shocked at the colonel. He had a hurt look in his blue eyes.
Sheppard sighed, feeling really stupid. "Sorry." He muttered.
"No. That's okay. I'll just go do it myself…considering I don't twist my arm irreversibly in the process!" snapped McKay, wincing as he pushed past Sheppard.
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"I believe this is how it's done, love." cooed Beckett, fixing Teyla's hands on the pool stick. "Ye have to really eye the ball. No, don't do that, just take aim from farther away or you'll hit it again."
"I believe I can figure it out on my own, Carson." said Teyla, a bit forcefully. For the past half hour, Carson had been rambling on and on about the correct was to handle a pool stick. The game they had been trying to complete was basically forgotten.
"Don't ye worry, lass, you'll get it!"
"I believe I have."
"No, no…hang on…" said the doctor, bustling over to her again.
"Doctor!" protested Teyla, beginning to get annoyed. Beckett stopped, looking slightly affronted.
"Just tryin' to help." he sighed. Telya pushed her hair back, feeling guilty. Carson was just trying to help her.
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"No!"
"Why not?"
"Ronon, how could you think that threatening to skin the bellboy alive if he came into your room again was a good idea?"
"I wouldn't have done it."
"He certainly didn't think so!" protested Weir. Although she found the entire situation relatively amusing, she could not let him know that. "Ronon, behave yourself or I'll have no choice but to send you back to Atlantis."
Grumbling, the big man stalked out of the room, giving a hard stare to an amused Sheppard as he passed.
"Ugh…" moaned Elizabeth, sitting on the couch. "This is annoying."
"Yeah." agreed Sheppard, grinning sheepishly. "I just yelled at McKay for no reason. He was just being himself when I was putting on that lotion."
"Lotion?"
"Aloe."
"I see." replied Weir, a small smile tugging at her lips. "And by 'himself' you mean…"
"A whiny, arrogant hypochondriac."
"Ah. Well, maybe tomorrow will be better."