Of
Jellyfish and Space Travelers
No
Such Thing as Scary
I don't own SGA, SG-1.
WARNING! This chap's a tag to Doppelganger, so there might be spoilers.
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"Hmphgn…huh?" muttered Sheppard, blinking blearily. It was still dark out. Rubbing his eyes, he sat up farther in the bed and searched blankly for the thing that had awakened him. He slowly made out someone sitting at the end of his bed.
"Hee hee!"
"McKay?"
"I've been waiting for you, colonel!" squawked the scientist, turning around. McKay twitched, eyes rolling around in their sockets.
"Um…what?"
"I happen to know what your worst fear is!" Rodney made a strange gurgling sound that resembled manic laughter.
"You mean failing my friends who are like my family and losing everything because of it including my own mind?"
"What?" squeaked McKay, looking frustrated. "No, not that one!"
"Oh." Sheppard nodded sagely.
"I'm talking about the fear that haunts your worst nightmares!"
"Like this one?"
"Huh?"
"Like. This. One. With you. Are you saying you're my worst fear?"
McKay blinked. "Noooo!" he squawked, poking a finger into his own eye. "I'm talking about the fear that has plagued you since you were a boy!"
"Oh! You mean being captured and sold as a slave by clowns!"
McKay's eye gave one last twitch, and he disappeared. Sheppard stared, shrugged, and went back to sleep.
That morning, McKay (the real McKay) walked over to Sheppard's bed. "Rise and shine, sleeping beauty!" he called. Getting no response, he tugged at John's unruly hair.
"Ow! Get OFF." moaned Sheppard, smacking the scientists hands away.
"Come on, Colonel, or I'll tell every woman on Atlantis what you're afraid of! You know, your worst fear…"
"Now, is that the clowns or the failing everyone scenario?" muttered Sheppard, still half asleep. McKay blinked and shook his head.
"You are so screwed up, Sheppard."
"Tell me about it."