Of Jellyfish and Space Travelers
Floor Sliding

I don't own SGA or SG-1. Heehee. Oh, by the way, I'm totally open to suggestions here!

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Sheppard sat on the floor of his room, staring absently at the dresser in front of him. Everyone was out on the town, and he was stuck here because he'd had a stomach ache earlier. It was completely gone now, and he was bored out of his mind. He looked out over the rug he was sitting on. Unlike most hotels, this rug wasn't glued to the floor. IN fact, the floor was a very nice, glazed hardwood one. Sheppard grinned. Ohhhh, yes.

He giggled like a small boy, sliding across the floor with his socks. He'd nearly broken the lamp a total of seven times, due to crashing into it. Flying to the opposite side of the room, he nearly crashed into the door that lead to the balcony. He'd done this for hours on end as a kid, sliding across the floors on either his feet or his butt, the former being a bit less painful.

Ok. It had driven his dad insane, but hey. "Go! Go! Go!" he chirped happily, sliding across the floor in a fit of pure joy. He then ran, plopping down and flying across the wide wooden expanse.

"Holy SHIT!" squawked a terrified voice as Sheppard plowed into its owner's legs. "You've lost it, haven't you? Your drunk!" muttered Rodney, trying to untangle himself from Sheppard's limbs.

"Am NOT! I was…just…umm…" stated Sheppard awkwardly, trying to find a way out of his little situation. "So why are you back early anyway?" He asked accusingly, not thinking of anything better to say.

"The ladies went out shopping, Ronon went off to go watch some stupid show, and SG-1 was at some late night dance party thing."

"Ooh…fancy."

"So I take it you're feeling better?" asked McKay, rolling his eyes a bit as he sat on his bed and flipped his sandals off.

"Yeah. It went away an hour ago."

"What did, your sanity?"

"My stomach ache." corrected Sheppard flatly.

"Wow. You must've nearly died from monotony."

"Almost." John joked, sitting down cross-legged on the floor. "But I survived by planning out different ways to poison you with barrels of citrus." Rodney paled and sputtered indignantly, muttering something about stupid flyboys and their blatant disregard for science. After an awkward minute or so, McKay finally spoke to John.

"TV?" asked Rodney, pulling his legs up.

"Nah. What about some more floor sliding?"

"Mmmm...no."

"Come on, you'll like it!"

"I said no."

"I said yes."

Rodney stared into Sheppard's eyes, seeing that idiotic determination he so often got. "Ok. FINE." He pulled on a pair of socks he had in his bedside table. Shuffling over to John, who was grinning like a kid at Christmas, Rodney sighed exasperatedly. At least no one else was here to see this.

"I say we spin around as fast as we can and see who either falls or gets sick first!"

"How about we don't?"

John thought a moment. "What about we set out an obstacle course and see who can pick up the most things the fastest?"

Rodney just groaned in reply.

"OK…go." said Sheppard, hopping up onto his bed. He'd managed to get a CD cover, 3 highlighters, one slipper, one copy of Batman, and 4 toy cars picked up from all over before he'd finally crashed into the desk. Now it was Rodney's turn.

Breezing along quite easily, Rodney grabbed a straw, the CD cover (Johnny Cash), 2 of the cars and a ribbon before a startled voice sounded from the doorway. Sheppard jumped, not expecting anyone. Rodney responded to Sheppard's start by slamming into the door to the balcony and letting himself collapse on the floor, holding his nose.

"What in bloody hell do you think yer doin'?" stuttered Carson, eying Sheppard's bruised elbow and Rodney on the ground.

"Dying." came Rodney's flat response.

"Floor sliding."

"Uh-huh." said the doctor. "Colonel, I take it you're feeling alright?"

"Peachy, doc!"

"Rodney?"

"Dying. I said that already, didn't I?"

"Aye. From pain or shame?" Sheppard snickered at this while reaching down and helping McKay up.

"This is your fault." McKay pointed an accusing finger at Sheppard. Sheppard pointed at Beckett.

"Carson startled me!"

"Oh, lay the blame on me, would ya? God, you two never cease to act like overgrown children!" With an exasperated sigh, Carson trudged out of the room.

"Hey!" called McKay, hopping up and down, trying to yank off a sock. "Watch who you're calling a baby! Sheppard, you evil little bastard stop laughing at me!"

Notes!

Heh. Poor McKay. He gets stuck in all the wrong places at all the wrong times. I apologize for Sheppard acting kind of "giddy" in this chapter. I guess boredom and vacation will do that to you. Anyway, I have a list I plan to keep adding to of chapters that will be written. I am hoping that my lovely readers can add some too.