Author: gothfeary (a.k.a. Kat)

Title: Rule # 2

Series: This is why we have Rules

Rating: K. Sorry, no naughty stuff this time around!

Summery: Rule 2) Do NOT piss off the female staff during a base wide lock down.

a) OR during that "Time of the Month.

337 words.

Spoilers: "48 hours."

Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate, but I do own the stupid situations I put these poor characters into! Oh, and SG-3 and Floppy. I own them, but I'll share with you guys!

A/N: You know this is true. And don't hate me for the McKay bashing! I really love Rodney, and not just because he's Canadian! (That's just the icing on the really hot scientist... oops, bad thoughts there. Sorry!)

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Samantha Carter was not a happy camper. To say she was having a bad day was an understatement. A very big one.

She woke up to the sound of a cold, steady rain hitting her window. She swore violently when she finally realized her chance to test out the new modifications she and Siler had made last night in her garage, was shot.

Then she got stuck in traffic, after having to take her car. She couldn't find a decent radio station. She was twenty minutes late for the mission briefing.

Then the mission itself! Bad didn't even come close to an understatement. After coming under enemy fire, they had to run back through the gate. Only Teal'c never came through. He was missing, his pattern lost in the gate buffer. Possibly irretrievably. No she couldn't, wouldn't, let herself believe it.

Now, she only had just less than 48 hours to pull a miracle out of no where to save him before the President ordered them to resume gate travel. All because he believed that worm she now had to work with, McKay.

And to top it all off, it was "that time".

Yep. Samantha Carter was having a bad day.

Samantha Carter had just left McKay alone in her lab, needing more coffee and a break from the grating sound of his voice. Walking back, full coffee pot in one hand, her physics text book in the other, she found herself longing for a bottle of Aspirin and the chocolate bar she kept in her top drawer for occasions just like this.

Opening her door, she stopped. There in the grubby little hand of that slime bag, was the last piece of her milk chocolate salvation.

"Damn it McKay!" she screamed at him, "That was my last chocolate bar!"

"I'm hypoglycemic," he retorted smugly, as he popped the last piece into his mouth. "I needed it more than you did."

Samantha saw red.

Rodney, on the other hand, saw a text book flying at his head.

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