AN) This isn't exactly a sequel. But I hope you like it! It probably won't be as funny as my last SGA fic, but I'll be updating it often, so...yeah, tell me what you think okay?

Oh yeah, and it takes place about a month after Intercomes are Fun, so theres still plenty of room for a sequel, which I'll hopfully get to one of these days.

Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate Atlantis.

Deep in the bowels of city, a figure shrouded in darkness could be seen darting in and out of entryways in a seemingly mindless manner. Well, it could be seen, if someone were around to see it.

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McKay's mind slowly drifted toward consciousness and out of his current dream of rewriting quantum physics as we know it. He burrowed deeper in his blankets, fighting the light that fills the mind upon waking. It was a losing battle. McKay groaned and stretched out his feet to the tip of his mattress. His eyes immediately shot wide open. "What the heck was that!?" He sat up, scooted back till his butt hit the wall, and flung all his cover's to the foot of his bed in a whirl that sent him tumbling of the bed sideways, a hard-bound book cushioning his ribs. "Ow, ow...ow." He got off the floor painfully holding his side, and scowled at the offending book....funny, that's not where it had been when he went to bed last night. He pushed the thought from his overly paranoid mind. Yes, the events were now coming back to him.

Weird squishy thing at end of bed...!

McKay jumped back towards the door away from the bed, grabbing the nearest object, a touch light, he walked slowly towards the end of the bed. There was a noticeable lump, there. He raised his flannel-clad arm, clutching the saucer-sized touch-light in front of him. Slowly, cautiously, he bent over, just a bit, and poked the lump. The blankets wriggled!

"Neeeeeiiieeh!" He let out a shrill girly cry. "Ah, ah!....Ah! Thing in my bed, thing in my bed!" McKay ran to the intercom and toggled the switch, "There's a thing, it moves! In here!" And there could be more...

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Control Room:

The young lieutenant turned to see who was coming in. He nodded a hello as Sheppard took a seat in the swivel chair, spinning as he did so. What's the point of sitting in a swivel chair if you didn't spin?

"Sir."

"Lieutenant."

"Uh, sir?"

"Yeah?"

"Was it really you? Some of the guys were talking about it, earlier, and I was just wondering.

"Huh?" Sheppard answered, although he fully well knew what was being asked. Everyone that had heard about it was now having a hard time keeping a straight face in front of McKay -which was driving him insane, as he had no idea as to why they couldn't, geniuses were supposed to be taken seriously.

"There's a thing, it moves! In here!"

Sheppard leaned over the intercom, "That you McKay?" He released the button; which he now had no trouble finding. Not getting a response, he continued, "What's the problem?"

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McKay's eyes darted from the lump on the bed, to various dark nook's and crannies, and back to the lump again. "Alive thing...in...my...bed!" He was close to hyperventilating.

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Sheppard grimaced and pulled his finger out of his ear after McKay's shrill outburst. "Hold tight, we're on our way!"

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McKay nodded at this assurance and shrank to the wall. He could hear the booted footsteps coming through the corridor, before he could stand up and take a manly stance the door whooshed open and five airmen, including Major Sheppard, crouched low and moved in, the red alert light shining through into the room. McKay stood and pointed to the suspicious lump at the foot of his bed. Sheppard held his rifle ready; he crept up to the lump, cautiously slipping the barrel under the fold of blankets he moved it aside.

There was a collective gasp when everyone realized they had been holding their breath.

Then they realized there was still a fold to go.

It was at this moment, that McKay realized Pooky hadn't been there beside him when he woke up. It was strange; Mckay didn't see him on the floor, either. He ate my Pooky! The creature ate my Pooky!

Sheppard again maneuvered the barrel under the fold. Sheet, this time. The men could see the sinister dark shape underneath, what evil would be uncovered?

With a flick of the barrel the sheet was tossed aside.

The airmen gasped. McKay screamed.

AN) Most of my chapters will probably only be this long, but like I said, I will update often. SO, what do you think so far?