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A/N: Thanks for the reviews and Betherdy Babe for beta work.
Once John left, Rodney slumped into his seat uncertain if Captain Kirk had struck again or if his team leader just tricked him into a new laptop. Looking around the messy computer room, Rodney realized that he never came here before. If he needed a computer, it showed up in his office and he got to configure it as he saw fit. There was no problem he couldn't solve on his own so he didn't need their help. It's pretty small and claustrophobic in here with all the racks and workbenches. How do two people stand being in here for hours?
Since no one had appeared after Sheppard left for at least fifteen minutes, Rodney began to think about dinner. I think I have a date with Jennifer. A grin spread over his face as he set about hacking into the kitchen's computer to see what the menu was. He decided to replace the chicken with steak, brown rice and corn on the cob, favorites of the beautiful doctor from Wisconsin.
"Hey, McKay," the gruff voice of Rodney's Satedan teammate brought him out of his thoughts and his hacking.
He and Ronon tried to remain civil and act like they never had that conversation several weeks ago in the gym, but it was hard. Rodney seriously doubted his chances of winning Jennifer if Ronon was after her, but he couldn't back down because he was in love with her.
"What's up?" he asked casually as he leaned back in the uncomfortable chair at the service desk. They need better chairs if they're sitting all day. My back hurts already.
Ronon put a tablet in front of the genius with a massive dent in the glass, which produced cracks throughout the screen.
"Who the hell gave you a computer?" Rodney could not imagine Ronon doing anything with one.
"Sheppard," Ronon replied.
Rodney eyed the computer with discomfort. "Did you loan it to Sheppard last night?" he asked as he rummaged through drawers looking for gloves. I am not touching another one of these things with my bare hands again.
"No, it was broke yesterday. Didn't get around to dropping by," Ronon said looking around.
"Sure," Rodney glowered as he walked around opening and closing drawers.
"What are you looking for?" Ronon said sounding annoyed. "Can you fix this?"
"I"m looking for gloves and yes, it can be fixed," Rodney snapped. "Now, what the hell do you do with a computer?"
"Games."
"Games? What? Solitaire? Tetris?" Rodney looked back at the big man, who had his arms crossed and the look he always got when he was annoyed with the physicist.
"Can you fix it?" he said slowly, enunciating each word.
"Yes I can," Rodney repeated as slowly. "I'd like to know what you use it for?" he asked, giving up on the gloves and sitting down to stare at the broken computer.
"Sheppard showed me some... games," Ronon said hesitantly.
"Sheppard?" Rodney furrowed his brow and then opened his eyes wide. "Oh, games? Sure. Well, if you get caught downloading them, Woolsey will be all over you. I should report you, but you don't know any bettter. Right?"
"What the hell are you talking about?" Ronon asked looking confused.
"Certain... files are not allowed." Rodney stared at Ronon with a questioning look on his face. The Satedan obviously didn't understand, so Rodney gave up. "We'll fix it and get it back to you within forty eight hours. Okay?"
"Sure," he said turning to leave.
"Hey, you didn't say how you broke it?" Rodney called after him.
"I was arm wrestling," Ronon said.
"Who's fist did you put through the computer?" Rodney asked crossing his arms and leaning back in the chair.
"I was arm wrestling Master Gunny Richards," Ronon said and left.
It was then that Rodney noticed a bandage on Ronon's right hand and realized the Satedan did not answer his question. "Oh! Sorry you lost," Rodney said laughing as he thought of the big Marine taking down the Satedan.
Once Ronon was gone, Rodney got into the mainframe to lower the water temperature to Sheppard and Ronon's quarters.
TBC
A/N: Master Gunny Richards is my OC from a lot of McKeller stories and I threw in the reference to him for some of my regular readers who love him.
