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The following story is set in season 3 shortly after Jennifer Keller arrives on Atlantis and before her promotion to Head of Medicine. 300 words exactly.
McKeller Flash Fiction:
The World's Worst Pickup Line
Part 1
Rodney McKay would be the first to admit that his affection for Katie Brown never ran deeply. Before the botanist approached him with a dinner invitation, he couldn't have picked her out of a lineup. Work and his own trepidation delayed their date until it was either put up or shut up. As odd as that night turned out to be, he thought it had put them on solid footing. Then he asked her out again.
She'd laughed in his face. Apparently, ignoring a woman for months after you kissed her was considered insulting. Who knew?
John Sheppard—that's who. And in a move McKay was increasingly regretting, he'd accepted the colonel's offer to be his wingman. Beers in hand, the two swinging bachelors worked the base nightclub. The results: Sheppard with six prospects and a tongue-tied McKay destined to spend the night—and likely the rest of his life—alone.
He was ready to call it a night when he spotted a young woman sitting at the bar. Her hair was golden blond, her skin pale and freckled, her smile beguiling. More importantly, the stool next to her was unoccupied. McKay turned in her direction.
A hand seized his shoulder. Sheppard pointed the lip of his beer bottle at the blond. "Cute, huh?"
Meeting Sheppard's smirking face, McKay nodded.
"You gonna try?"
McKay slumped. "What's the use?"
"Lesson number five, Rodney: Let a moment slip away, and it's gone for good." Sheppard carefully folded a crease into a cocktail napkin. "Watch the master at work."
Crossing the floor, he took the stool next to the blond and handed over the napkin.
McKay edged closer. He missed Sheppard's delivery but heard the blond burst into laughter.
Score one more for John Sheppard, he thought and glumly stalked away.
TBC