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Going Commando

Encore – Part 2

By Lady Valmar

8:30 am

Finally he'd gotten back to his room, Sheppard shuffled his feet down the hallway, his laundry bag in tow. This had to be probably one of the worst mornings ever for him. First he woke up to his stupid alarm clock, then he soaked his sheets and underwear in that stupid flavored water. Then he found out that he couldn't put any underwear on because none were clean and ah yes…the worse thing yet…he had had to go commando then have two people see him. And that one person had to have been Rodney.

Sheppard bristled at the thought of the Rodney seeing his… Shrugging off the impulse to look down again to make sure his fly was zipped, he continued his trek down to the laundry room. A strange slopping sound made him glance down at the laundry.

Huh that was weird, he thought, but he since he didn't see anything, he continued onward.

9:00 am

Finally after several transports, chit-chats and discussions about his choice of waiting to do his laundry until he couldn't stand it anymore or until he ran out of clothes, he stood before the door to the laundry room. He paused a moment, there was something he was suppose to do.

Oh that's right. He thought, and radioed Teyla to let her know he obviously wasn't going to make it in time. Sighing again, he mentally opened the door and froze as he watched a familiar gateroom personnel kicking one of the laundry machines while uttering curses at it.

"Hey…what's going on?" asked Sheppard, adjusting his grip on the laundry basket.

"Huh…oh sir? It's this damn machine sir, if you don't mind me saying so…"

Sheppard nodded waiting for him to continue. "It has stolen my clothing and I don't' know how to get them out…all my socks are in that load too!" grouched the man, rubbing his neck in frustration.

"Have you tried calling for a technician or for one of the scientists?" offered Sheppard, wondering if it was a good idea to put his own laundry in. The last thing he needed was for the machine to steal all his underwear. Then he really would be in trouble.

As Stackhouse reached for his com, the machine suddenly sputtered and the clothes appeared on the exiting end of a conveyer belt like contraption, they were soaked in what appeared to be some type of cleaning solvent.

"Oh no! That's it I give up, I'm going to got take these down to the science labs and make them do something about this. This is the third time this week and somebody else has already had their clothing ruined by this damn malfunctioning laundry machine. You'd think the Ancients would have thought of better ways to clean clothing than to have a machine that eats it up!"

As Stackhouse bundle up his clothing in hand and walk past Sheppard, he stuttered a, 'see you sir' and ran out with, casting the machine an evil look.

Sheppard thought about his laundry. True it was a risk to send his laundry to the hungry machine by the way Stackhouse had portrayed it, but he couldn't risk going without boxers…especially on a mission. He also didn't need the machine keeping his boxers either.

Sheppard scratched his head. He really didn't have a choice it was either lose all his underwear or go around commando and have a possible repeat episode of a zipper showdown. Or put the green stained boxers on but he'd never do that.

Tossing his laundry in, he crossed his fingers, yawned and pulled out some playing cards he had with him.

It might be awhile. Thought Sheppard.

10:00 am

Sheppard was relieved to find out that the machine hadn't done anything to his laundry except make it clean. He still had to fold them but then he'd rather that then deal with a mess of clothing folded inside out or something. Without further delay, he quickly put his clothing back into his laundry bag and toted it back to his room. On the way there he saw a wet spot on the floor…dyed blue.

Gulping, he remembered that sound. His boxers must have slopped some of the liquid onto the floor.

Stupid flavoring, He thought.

Just before he made it into his room, something kept nagging him to check his laundry bag. He looked down and saw only four of the five pairs of boxers he had.

Darn.

He was about to go back to the laundry room to see if just maybe the machine might have kept the one pair but noticed a bright pink post it note it on his door. Curious he sat his laundry down to read the note.

"Dear Colonel, I think this might be yours but since I'm not sure I'm going to leave these boxers in your room, (I just overrode your lock) and if their yours great! If not then just give em to the guy who takes lost and found kay!"

Horrified, Sheppard dashed into his room only to slide flat out on his ass with his laundry tumbling all around him. Muttering curses, Sheppard pulled himself up groaned as his left hip twanged.

Breathing deeply, he wretched something from underneath him. It was the wet boxers.

He quickly glanced around only to see a trail where his body had slid along because of the boxers. Not too mention he'd somehow smacked his hand into his laundry bag which had gratefully obliged to dump his laundry onto some of the blue on the floor.

GREAT! Thought Sheppard.

11:00 am

After cleaning up the mess, refolding his laundry and putting it away, he picked up the four pieces of laundry that had blue stains. He was going to get this done now…or so help him!

Yanking off his pants, he tossed them into the pile of wet clothing and jumped back into the shower. After scrubbing the same area for the second time, he went to step out of the shower and felt his foot slid. It was his regular soap. He found his balance and then grabbed the soap and tossed it across the way into his trashcan.

Ha! There.

Gathering up the clothing, he put it into his laundry bag and set it down to yank the sign off his door before going back to get his laundry and take it to get cleaned. Once there he had arrived, he found himself face to face with the same woman that had been working with Rodney just an hour or two ago. She smiled profusely at him and then horror dawned on his face when he saw she was still looking at his crotch.

Deadpan staring.

"Your…ah…unzipped…again," said the woman, blushing, a huge smile on her face.

Sheppard froze and quickly dropped his bag of laundry to zip up. When he turned around again he realized he had dropped the bag and let the contents spill out of it. The woman smiled even more.

Sheppard bent down to pick up his laundry and found her eyes on his wet, blue stained boxers. He quickly made a grab for it. As he reached for his other shirt, he could feel her eyes on him as he bent over and hear her made an ow sound. Embarrassed, he stood up.

"Do you mind?" He asked, wet shirt in hand.

"Do you? So boxers is it?"

Sheppard glared this time at her. This was getting ridiculous!

11:45 am

Finally he had finished his laundry, eaten a late breakfast and was now back in his room, feeling thoroughly violated and embarrassed. It had been a long day and he hadn't even gotten a chance to go play golf or mess around with his skateboard. He was about to lie down when a knock on his door signaled his day's troubles weren't over yet. Opening the door, he rolled his eyes and tried to ignore the red threatening to stain his cheeks.

"Hello Rodney," said Sheppard, finding it difficult not to look down at his crotch to make certain he was zipped.

"Sheppard," said Rodney, his voice strained.

"I need you to come back to the lab, so I can finish that experiment," said Rodney, twitching slightly.

He looked over Rodney's hands casually. They weren't pink any longer but then again he did have some very odd stains on his fingertips.

"Dr. McKay?" said a voice nearby.

"Uh…"

"Colonel?" asked a woman nearing Rodney. "Well this is just quite a coincidence. Three times I've ran into you or you've run into me. Either way you put it."

Sheppard was shocked. The same woman again! He was just having one of those days that was it…just one of those days…

The woman smirked at him before turning to Rodney. "Hi…um…yeah…I made those calculations and they still aren't working out and by the way Colonel…you should really be more careful and I think your ah…"

Sheppard quickly looked down to zip up and realized he was wearing sweatpants. He looked up at her and glared.

"Just kidding. So calculations? Lab? Dr. McKay?" annunciated the woman, her hands doing a little dance.

"Right…Dr. Rivas, be right there…" said Rodney, looking down at his feet.

Well that was odd behavior for Rodney, Thought John, but this whole situation was probably the reason for it.

She smiled once and giggled at Sheppard before leaving. Once she was out of earshot Sheppard added to Rodney, "Dr. Rivas?"

"Yes…Dr. Rivas…perverted isn't she?" said Rodney, resentment in his voice.

"I think we're beyond perverted right now…" said Sheppard, his hands settling across his chest.

Both men froze as two female marines walked past and began giggling once they'd past them.

This was just not Sheppard's day at all…

A/N: R&R