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Going Commando

Deviance – Part 3

By Lady Valmar

12 something pm

Finally after he'd managed to squeeze himself out of helping Rodney, he'd finished the rest of his laundry and was just headed out of his room to the mess hall for a lunch snack when he saw something-bright pink stuck to the wall next to his door. It was a post it - note it.

Another one?

It was out in the open where anybody could read it. Approaching the post it out of curiosity he read its message.

NEWS FLASH

The Colonel has got a problem zipping up.

-A very happy tech

Angrily, he ripped the post it off the wall and wadded it up. The next time he saw that Dr. Rivas he was going to give her an earful for sure. There had to be a crime for this sort of thing. Well there was that whole sexual harassment but he'd bet if he did report her, he'd never live it down with the guys. Resisting the impulse to look down at himself yet again, he continued his trek to the mess hall.

She'd get over it eventually, so would Rodney and so would he. Or so he thought…

Rounding the corner to the transporter, he saw another post it stuck to a wall out hang. Ripping it off the wall he read the message with growing irritation:

NEWS FLASH

The little Colonel is everything and more ladies!

-A devious, gleeful tech

Whatever this woman was trying to do, he had no idea, only that if he found one more post it with that type of stuff on it he was going to go directly down to Rodney's lab and find this woman. Crumpling up the post it he shoved in into his pocket, ignoring the stares from passerbyers and the giggle of a female scientist nearby.

Entering the transporter he slammed his finger on the dot of the screen to Rodney's lab.

Forget the next post it. He was going to put a direct stop to the whole thing. When he exited the transporter and entered Rodney's lab he came face to face with a crowd of scientists surrounding something posted to the wall in the interior lab area. Some were amused, others extremely embarrassed and then there was Rodney standing off to the side shouting for everyone to get back to work.

He had a really, really bad feeling about this. That was when one of the crowd members turned to announce he had arrived. The next thing he knew he was being guided to the paper on the wall. After he had had a chance to really look at it he could feel his face flushing red.

It was a very well drawn picture of him with his zipper down and some of his pink flesh showing. There was a post it just below it.

NEWS FLASH

See here the beauty of the man's instrument of music! Drawn for all women's pleasure of Atlantis. Beautiful isn't it? I guess it takes a commando to go commando?

P.S. And that's right flyboy,, I've got the original sketches.

-A extremely pleased tech

Ripping the note and the picture off the wall he felt someone tap his shoulder. Turning he was staring into the eyes of Dr. Rivas.

"I hope you know it's all in good humor of course. Come on I draw well don't you think?"

1:50 pm

Sheppard had confined himself to his quarters after an ensuing argument between himself and Dr. Rivas and maybe a bit on Rodney's part. Then Elizabeth, herself, had come down and after finding he hadn't reported it until this moment, had yelled at him as well.

In the end of it though, he was pleased to hear that Dr. Rivas was receiving ample punishment and as for the sketches…who knew where they were… So far repeated attempts to discover where she had hidden them failed.

They were certainly not in the lab nor her room and she wasn't talking.

Figures, Thought Sheppard.

Elizabeth had had a long chat with him about harassment and how serious it was and she'd also lectured Dr. Rivas with him in the room. Dr. Rivas was on suspension from any off world trips for the time being. He'd been relieved to hear that Dr. Rivas understood what she had done was wrong and she'd even apologized to him for it.

Elizabeth had told him and Dr. Rivas that she would not take the matter further up for the time being but should Dr. Rivas do anything else then she would report the situation.

Shuffling around his bed, he picked up his War and Peace book to read the next page. After attempting for an hour to get past that page he resigned to looking over reports he hadn't finished yet. It was then his earpiece crackled to life.

"Sheppard?"

Should he answer it? After all he didn't want to leave his quarters until the next mission. It was harsh but he figured it was better than the ridicule right?

Sighing heavily, he answered. "Yup."

"This is…ah…a friend," said a squeaky, feminine voice.

"A friend?"

"Yeah…"

"You know you sound familiar."

"Okay? What universe are you in?"

"The Pegasus Galaxy."

"Gee…you don't have to get sarcastic with me."

"Is there a point to this conversation or are you just wasting time Dr. Rivas."

"No…I…um…am not…whose Dr. Rivas?"

"Don't play dumb."

"FINE! Yeah it's me. Just hear me out okay…look I know your embarrassed and all but I was wondering…um…wow…I'm really bad at this sort of thing…'

"What?" said Sheppard, hoping for the best, maybe she was going to tell him where the sketches were, that would be good.

"Would…you…like to go out on a date with…my…vag…."

Sheppard immediately shut off the headset. Rodney was right…

She's a perverted lab rat! Go out on a date with her? Her? There was no way in his lifetime that he would go anywhere near her. Did she say her…?

He decided he'd spend the rest of the evening working on his laptop. Okay so he was supposed to have reported it but what harm could it do? She had just acted like an idiot is all. Maybe a bit more than an idiot.

3:00 pm

After eyestrain and a leg cramp Sheppard decided on a long, hot shower. Sure he'd showered twice today but he still couldn't get the sticky feeling off his skin even though the blue was gone.

Pressing his hands against the shower wall, he leaned his head against them. Things were going to get better. He just had to keep a positive outlook. To be honest before he'd gone through this mess today he'd been really relaxed for the first time in awhile. Now he hoped that his stress build up would release underneath the hot tendrils of clean water.

His muscles ached in places he didn't even know were sore, probably from the intense week he and his entire team had endured. Rubbing his eyes he let his mind drift from one issue to the next. On how to ask one of the scientists under Radek to go on a date with him to the problem with the Wraith to how he'd love to be in a massage parlor right about now.

Finally he turned off the water and stepped out. Dripping water onto the bathroom floor, he reached for the fresh white towel nearby. Steam wafted off his body as he slowly dried himself.

Once he had finished, he grabbed a fresh pair of underwear and stretched out on his bed. His body was so relaxed. He could fall asleep any minute but his mind was preoccupied with other things than sleep. He'd lain there how long? Before he'd reached over to where his book was on his nightstand. He picked up War and Peace again and thumbed through it. There had to be better reading material on Atlantis.

Sheppard tossed the book on his nightstand and searched for the cooler box under his bed. He had filled it earlier around 2 pm before he'd trekked back to his room. It had an odd assortment of soda's and a few fruit gelatin cups.

Withdrawing a soda and a raspberry cup he looked over at the short board sitting in his room. He really missed that. Surfing. There really wasn't anything better than the wave, your body, and the thrill. Then there was his golf clubs and skateboard. Things he'd love to get to but felt his body needed the rest.

Returning to his laptop, he checked the email account that he'd been given since the start up of the web server. It had only three new emails. He wasn't too surprised after all he'd checked his email yesterday after the mission. One was a daily status report of all teams training logs, activities and the coming sessions. He skipped that one. The next was a personal email from a girlmadelovepeeps. He didn't have to think twice to know who that was. He skipped that one too.

The last one had in the title 'Thinking About Revenge Colonel?'

He clicked on it and was greeted with a letter. A little unusual considering he thought he knew who sent the email to him. It was Rodney for sure. With a name like intellectualgenius he didn't need a second confirmation.

Sheppard,

Kavanagh is a thorn up the butt and Dr. Rivas is a perverted masochist. Wouldn't it be interesting if they went out?

-intellectualgenius

(Curious…meet me in the main science lab…don't worry I think I can get those sketches but you owe me one. If you know who this is give me a call on the com instead.)

Sheppard stared. Really? Was Rodney trying to gleam more chocolate from him? Or coffee? He had no doubt that if Rodney was willing to stir up a little trouble, he would probably want something in return. Should he risk it? This was Rodney after all. He really didn't care about Dr. Rivas and Kavanagh, who'd been considering leaving Atlantis for sometime, or so Sheppard had heard.

Tapping his com Sheppard connected with Rodney's.

"McKay."

"Ah…it's the peep show. What do you want I'm busy."

"Intellectual Genius, how does that work for you?"

"Ah so you figured it out. So want revenge?"

"Rod ney…?"

"Shep pard…?"

"What do you want?" Sheppard closed his eyes, he was starting to get a headache.

"Nothing…yet."

"Great…"

"So you coming or not?"

"Fine. I'll be there but this had better be worth my…"

"Yes…yes…your utter humiliation and embarrassment for leaving your room. Just get down here."

Sheppard scratched his neck before he left his room, narrowly missing the paper stuck to door jam of his doorway. Angrily he ripped it off and was about to throw it away when he took a second look.

It was a picture of him bending over in blue boxers…and it wasn't a sketching.

This was getting worse and worse.

Sheppard tapped his com. "Elizabeth?"

"Yes John?"

"There was another one on my door and it wasn't a sketching."

"What?"

"It was a photocopy of a photo."

A/N: Sexual Harassment is a serious offense for both men and women but because most men get embarrassed they don't report it. That is the sad reality of it…and one in which John is about to really understand. R&R