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Title: Trapped 6/6
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chaps1870
Pairing: McShep
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Alas, they do not belong to me.
A/N: Big thanks to my beta. *G* She gets chocolate for the words on the boxers.
Chapter Six
It was another week before Carson released Rodney with some very strict rules. No walking on the broken leg, even if it did feel better. No undue pressure on the healing hand, but try to use it as much as possible, even if it hurt. Carson was insistent that he do exercises to keep the skin flexible. John took it upon himself to do Rodney’s PT which worked with his hand as well as the broken leg. The leg required some mild exercises of the knee and ankle to keep them limber.
Getting from point A to point B proved the most difficult for Rodney since his hand made the use of crutches difficult and they put undue stress on his healing ribs. Even the wheelchair Carson provided was difficult to maneuver with the injured hand. He found if he went slow enough he could grip the wheel with his fingers, thus avoiding the sensitive and healing skin on the palm of his hand.
He and John still hadn’t really had any time to discuss this thing between them and Rodney wasn’t sure if he was reading more into John’s attention then was actually there. At a glance, it was just one friend helping another. It didn’t help that Caldwell seemed to lurk around every corner each time John broke him out of the infirmary during his second week of incarceration.
Being released wasn’t much better and he still tired easily. He spent a good portion of his time working in his room, because it was just too much of a pain in the ass to go somewhere else unless someone came for him and helped with the driving.
Ronon invariably showed up in time to cart him off to eat with the rest of the team. Teyla stopped by to visit and make sure he had all he needed. John made sure Rodney worked on his exercises a couple times a day whether he wanted to or not. Rodney knew it was for his own good, but it would have been harder to stick with the therapy without Sheppard making him do it. The pain he endured with each session left him tired and emotionally drained.
***********
John checked his watch for the tenth time in an hour and realizing he wasn’t getting anything done, shut his laptop down and left his office. Fuck Caldwell. He never paid attention to working hours before, he wasn’t about to start now. That didn’t stop him from slinking through the hallways on his way to find Rodney, hoping he didn’t run into Caldwell. Ever since their meeting in the infirmary Caldwell had been making unexpected visits and John felt like he was under surveillance or something.
Making his way to Rodney’s room without being spotted, John didn’t bother knocking. He walked in and found Rodney hunched over his computer, leg propped up on a chair and his injured hand pressed to his chest. Carson said it wasn’t necessary to elevate it anymore, but Rodney explained it was safer there. He’d had it brushed against one too many times and preferred to keep it out of harms way despite Carson’s insistence that he needed to use it.
Leaning into wall at his back, John ignored it for now. It was but one of the reasons he showed up twice a day to make sure Rodney did his exercises. “You ready?”
“No, I’m busy,” said Rodney, not bothering to look up from his computer as he continued to type one handed.
Pushing off the wall, John walked over to stand behind the wheelchair that was positioned next to Rodney’s chair. He patted the seat, “Come on. It’s time to work out. I thought we could go to the gym today. You need to get out of this room.”
Rodney shut down his laptop with a sigh of resignation, “Fine.”
Arguing was futile. As he shifted to stand, John moved to help, gripping Rodney’s leg and holding it straight as the scientist reached behind him for the armrest of the wheelchair. As Rodney sat, John lifted his leg and gently settled it into the leg rest. Even without a real cast, Rodney wasn’t inclined to bend his knee. It was one of the reasons that Carson added PT to his leg exercises in order to keep the joints limber.
John gave Rodney’s shoulder a gentle squeeze, before grabbing the wheelchair. “I thought a change of scenery would do you some good.” Rodney shrugged, unenthused. “Teyla said the gym is free so we won’t have to worry about any interruptions.”
“Well that’s good. I’d hate for any one to pop in and seeing me breaking down from excruciating pain.”
“It’ll get better,” assured John, “I’ll make it up to you.”
“There is only one way you can make it up to me and that isn’t likely.”
John leaned over the chair as he pushed it through the hallways of Atlantis. “You never know, stranger things have happened.”
Rodney swallowed hard and opened his mouth to respond, but found himself speechless. It almost sounded as if Sheppard was flirting with him and Rodney couldn’t make himself endanger that with a flippant comment.
*********
Caldwell roamed the halls, knowing if he could find McKay, he’d find Sheppard. He gone to his office earlier and not finding him was now intent on doing so. It had been a week since the infirmary discussion and Sheppard still wasn’t showing signs of backing off where McKay was concerned.
He didn’t give a damn about the scientist, but there was no way he’d tolerate a gay officer in his chain of command. It was unprofessional and just wrong despite the military’s ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ policy. He may not be able to ask but that didn’t mean he couldn’t catch the bastard in the act and force him out. Even Sheppard wouldn’t be able to talk his way out of it if Caldwell had proof of his indiscretions.
Storming the halls he didn’t find them in the labs or the mess and was about to give up when he neared the gym and heard their distinctive voices. Slowing his steps, he eased closer as quietly as possible, intent on hearing the conversation and catching them acting inappropriately. The thought sent a shiver of disgust up his spine and he stopped outside the open door, somewhat shocked by the conversation…
Sheppard’s voice was calm and reassuring as he spoke, “That’s two fingers, you ready for three?”
Rodney whined, almost begging, “No, god no. No more, please.”
“Try and relax, it’ll help. Breathe through the pain, Rodney.”
“Oh fuck that hurts, Stop!” Rodney was pleading now, whimpering.
Caldwell was frozen in place, his brain supplying images to the words he was hearing.
“You’re doing good.” Sheppard said, his voice soft as he continued, “That’s three, just two more and we can stop, I promise.
Rodney’s panting breath could be heard as he gasped, “I can’t take two more, John. Please it hurts too much.”
“I know, but the stretching helps. It’ll make it better.” Sheppard’s voice was oozing sympathy, making Caldwell cringe. Caldwell felt his stomach turn over as visions assaulted his senses. There was heavy breathing and an occasional whimper from McKay as Caldwell listened at the edge of the doorway, tempted to break up their little soirée.
He was stopped cold when McKay started moaning softly. “That feels good, right there. Don’t move.”
“See, I told you, you could do it. Okay I’m going to start moving them or it won’t do any good,” said Sheppard. Caldwell’s brain was flashing vivid images on the back of his eyes.
McKay was groaned anxiously, “Please…I’m not that flexible yet.”
“Rodney, the hard part is over. Just let me move and it’ll stop hurting so much,” said Sheppard impatiently.
Caldwell had heard enough and he burst into the room. “Colonel Shepp…” The words died on his lips as his face suffused with heat. Colonel Sheppard sat on one of the window benches, McKay’s wheelchair in front of him. Both men were staring at him, frowning and Sheppard’s fingers continued to unconsciously rub away the stiffness in Rodney’s hand. For his part, McKay looked terrible. A sheen of perspiration and furrowed brow was a testament to the pain he was in.
Opening his mouth, Caldwell couldn’t find any words and he stared for several seconds before he turned and stormed from the room.
Rodney shivered, “That man is seriously starting to creep me out. It’s like having a stalker.”
John laughed, “He’s trying to catch me out.”
Snorting, Rodney rolled his eyes, “Oh please, you’re in a closet with the door locked.”
Raising a mischievous eyebrow, John tilted his head and smiled, “You’ve never had a problem with locked closets in the past.”
“Yes, well that was before I was locked out. My opinion has been altered somewhat.”
The door to the gym suddenly closed and John leaned closer, “Any phobia’s about locked gyms?” He slid to his knees, straddling Rodney’s good leg as he rested his hands on the scientist’s thighs.
Rodney swallowed hard and stuttered, “What are you doing?”
“Just getting a feel for things,” answered John, letting his fingers roam lightly over Rodney’s legs, moving ever higher.
“It looks more like you’re feeling me up,” said Rodney, his eyes darting to where Sheppard’s fingers seemed to be straying. Much closer and there would be evidence of his arousal. When John leaned in and kissed him, lips barely touching his, Rodney gave up any chances of ignoring the fire that raced to his groin. He pulled away slightly and stared at John in shock, “What are you doing?”
John continued with light kisses on Rodney’s mouth and jaw, “Kissing. Surely you’ve heard of it.”
“Of course I’ve heard of…why is more what I was thinking. I didn’t think kissing was allowed. You never seemed interested before.”
“Hmm…that was before,” muttered John, stretching over the chair to nuzzle Rodney’s neck.
Rodney lifted his head, exposing more neck to John’s questing mouth. He swallowed loudly, trying to erase the sudden dryness in his mouth. He stuttered, trying to remember the conversation, “Before… what?”
“Before I almost lost you,” whispered John, his lips leaving a trail of moist heat along Rodney’s throat.
Pressing his good hand to John’s chest, Rodney pushed him away enough so that Sheppard’s lips weren’t distracting him and he could maintain a train of thought for longer than two seconds. “Stop.”
John sat back on his haunches, asking, “You want me to stop?”
“Yes…no… yes! What about Caldwell? I thought you decided your career was more important than a buddyfuck.”
Leaning in, John kissed him again, “Buddyfuck yes, you…no.” He was back to nuzzling Rodney’s ear, breathing into as he spoke, “You can be discreet can’t you?”
All of the fight went out of Rodney and he could have cared less what John’s motives were. He didn’t do the touchy feely crap and actions always worked better than words as far as he was concerned. He had a hard-on to rival steel and the hot breath on his neck wasn’t helping. Rodney cupped the back of John’s neck with his good hand and pulled him in for a scorching kiss. One that left them both breathless.
Rodney’s eyes were gleaming as he ended the kiss, “I’m the epitome of discreet, Colonel. Can we have sex now, because I was really enjoying getting laid on a regular basis. The fact that I was getting it from you kind of added to the hotness and seriously, I’d like to keep going with that.”
John’s eyes widened, “You think I’m hot?”
“Duh,” said Rodney, pulling John back for another kiss, this time using his tongue to prove his point.
When air became a necessity, John sat back on his heels and grinned, “Cool.”
“Yes, yes very cool.” Rodney was flush with desire as he pointed to the bulge in pants, then his injured hand, “Do you mind?”
John hesitated. “This might be easier if you weren’t in the chair. Can you sit on the floor?”
Rodney nodded and managed to stand up with John’s help. It was hard to maintain any balance on one leg and he grabbed for Sheppard to keep upright. John wrapped his arms around him, holding him in place and their erections brushed against each other as he held Rodney close. Dropping his head onto John’s shoulder, Rodney moaned in the crook of his neck, “Fuck, that feels good.”
Reaching for Rodney’s ass, John pressed harder. “Floor.”
Panting, Rodney agreed, “Help me down.”
John eased him to the floor and stretched out along Rodney’s good side, carefully avoiding his broken leg and burned hand. After much kissing, John’s hand worked Rodney’s zipper. “Want to suck you.”
“Oh god yes, do that,” hissed Rodney, feeling somewhat at John’s mercy in his present condition. Zipper down, Rodney lifted his hips enough for John to free his aching and now leaking cock. When warm, wet lips enclosed him, Rodney cried out, “Oh god, don’t stop. I’m so fucking close.”
Sucking harder, John couldn’t remember blowing Rodney ever being this thrilling or god…intoxicating. The taste, the touch, the heat of it in his mouth made him want more and his own erection was begging for release. Reaching his hand under Rodney’s balls he pressed a finger against his opening, but didn’t enter. Rodney arched his back, shoved his dick deep in John’s throat and came hard. John swallowed quickly, wanting it to go on forever. The need for air finally drew him off of Rodney’s softened flesh and he rose to his knees, frantically reaching for his own zipper to free his throbbing length.
Oh god he wasn’t gonna get to it in time. Rodney’s moans and whimpers and the sighs of satisfaction were taking him over the edge. He watched as Rodney lifted up on his elbow and shifted on the floor to take John in his mouth, “Let me.”
John shook his head sharply, “Fuck, too late.”
As he reached into his pants to free himself, his body betrayed him. His hand gripped his dick hard and fast, pulling the sensations to the surface and he tensed as his balls pulled up tight and he came all over Rodney’s face. That alone was sending him into orbit, but when Rodney jerked as if he’d been burned and his eyes went dark, John’s climax heightened. He thought it couldn’t get any better when Rodney’s mouth covered his still pulsing erection and sucked with abandon, taking every last drop John had to offer, like it was the last thing he’d ever tastes. Finally John had to pull away or risk passing out from the intensity as his dick softened in Rodney’s mouth. They both slumped to the floor, gasping for air.
John chuckled between breaths, “New kink, Rodney?”
“Humph. So it seems,” sighed Rodney, kind of shocked by his own reaction. They lay catching their breath before John sat up and dressed them both.
Rodney looked at him with a smirk, “Does this mean you’re my boyfriend?”
“Shut up, Rodney.”
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Rounding the corner on crutches, Rodney glared at John, “Follow me, now!”
John had the sense to look confused. “Why?”
“Just shut up and follow me.”
“O…kay,” drawled John, keeping up with Rodney as he practically careened off the walls, scattering anyone in his path. John made apologies as they traversed the halls. “You gonna tell me what has you in a tizzy?”
As they neared Rodney’s quarters, John looked both ways, made sure they were alone and slipped inside behind Rodney. “This is not discrete, McKay.”
“Oh please, if we were any more discrete even we wouldn’t know what we are doing. Caldwell is on a fucking witch hunt,” said Rodney limping to his desk after throwing his crutches across the room.
John cautiously took a seat on the bed and sighed, “What now?” It was only a matter of time before one of them lost it and it looked as if Rodney was the first to snap.
“He’s been talking with Elizabeth. Trying to convince her that she shouldn’t allow senior officers off world so much…” John clenched his jaw, ready to burst when Rodney continued to rant, “and he thinks it’s unwise to have senior officers on the same team. The bastard is trying to split us up offworld now too. What kind of shit is that? Can he do that? What kind of homophobic bullshit do they teach the military anyway?” Rodney continued to vent, weeks of frustration mounting as his hands flew, accentuating his venomous words. After several minutes he wound down and stared at Sheppard, “Well?”
“Well what? He can’t do anything. He can make suggestions but the final say is up to Elizabeth and myself. Caldwell has no say over Atlantis.”
That got Rodney going again, “Do you honestly believe that? All he has to do is hint at what he thinks and boom, you’re gone. Transferred.” Rodney glared at him, fear and anger rivaling for attention as he spat, “So not gonna happen. It’s time to put a stop to his crap.”
John flopped back on the bed, “What do you suggest, Rodney? He’s higher up the chain of command than I am. There’s not a whole lot I can do without making things worse than they already are.”
“Fine, but that doesn’t mean I have to and I’m not gonna stand around and wait for him to fuck up your life, my life…” Rodney ducked his head and added nervously, “…our life.”
“You’ll only make it worse if you stand up to him. He’s just waiting for one of us to bring it up. It’s as good as admitting we’re doing something wrong.”
Rodney wasn’t so easily intimidated, “Oh please, I’ve been dealing with bullies all my life.” John eyed him warily and Rodney stood up, grabbing his hand and pulling him to his feet. “Time to show the asshole that it’s not wise to mess with the smartest man in two galaxies. Come on.”
“Mc…Kay,” John blinked and was swooped up in a glimmer of white light. Rematerializing he stuttered, “Where are we?”
“Caldwell’s quarters,” said Rodney, pulling some sort of device from his pocket at the same time a box materialized on the bed. Rodney pointed to it. “Grab that.”
Staring opened mouthed, John was trying not to panic, visions of his career going down the toilet flashed before his eyes. “Rodney, this isn’t one of your better plans. I can guarantee if I get caught that they’ll do a lot more than transfer me.” John reached out to stop Rodney from rummaging through Caldwell’s dresser, “Rodney, Stop damn it! This isn’t a fucking game here. Do you want me to spend the rest of my life in Leavenworth or what?”
“Right, because we are the only ones he’s terrorizing. This isn’t the first time I’ve been here, Colonel, so just chill. He isn’t going to trace it to you.”
John’s hands dropped to his sides and glowered at Rodney, “What do you mean this isn’t the first time? You’ve done this before.”
“Of course I have. Do you think I’m so stupid to not set this up right? I’ve had lots of practice with tyrants and bullies, so you’re just gonna have to trust me. The key is not to make it obvious about who is doing the job.” Rodney was in the process of removing all of Caldwell’s socks, boxers and T-shirts from his drawer. Tossing them on the bed, Rodney opened the box that was beamed in after them and John couldn’t help the laugh that escaped his lips when he saw what was inside.
“Oh Christ, you’re crazy. You don’t think he’d actually wear those do you?”
Rodney grinned. “When you are on a return trip to Earth that lasts eighteen days and there are no replacements, you’d be surprised.”
“God McKay, you’re warped.” John wasn’t helping Rodney in his quest, but he was no longer restraining him either. At the very least if it came to a court martial he could claim he didn’t do anything.
“Thanks.”
Noting the accurate military fold of all the replacements, John asked curiously, “Who’s your inside man?”
“Hermiod.”
“The naked guy? He wouldn’t know how to do that,” said John, pointing to the precisely folded T-shirts in Rodney’s hand.
“Don’t knock the naked alien. He’s the only reason this is working. As to who he has folding Caldwell’s underwear, I didn’t ask.”
Rodney threw all the old stuff in the box. John questioned him, still in a state of shock, “Why is he helping you?”
“Easy. Seems Caldwell made the mistake of pissing off an alien that is more powerful and cunning.”
“What’d he do?”
Rodney laughed, “Well, I guess you weren’t the only one that thought Hermiod should be wearing clothes. Caldwell tried to enforce uniforms on him.” Shaking his head, Rodney closed up the box and left it on the bed.
John smirked, “It’s not right.”
Rolling his eyes, Rodney answered sarcastically, “Oh please, it’s like covering a Ken doll. What is the point? There is nothing to cover.”
“You played with dolls?”
Rodney tossed him his you’re a moron look and sneered, “I had an older sister. Try getting out of that. Besides I started with Barbie. What a let down that was.”
“So you moved on to Ken?” John was enjoying this too much not to push McKay’s buttons.
“What, you were never curious about Ken and Barbie?”
“Uh…no,” said John, scrunching his face.
“Oh fine then, GI Joe. Don’t tell me you never checked out GI Joe?”
John blushed and Rodney smiled smugly, “I knew it.” Rodney grabbed the device he’d put on the dresser earlier, took a final look around the room to make sure everything was in order and touched the device. “Ready, Hermiod.”
“As you wish, Dr. McKay,” said Hermiod. John was enveloped in the white light and blinked when he was back in Rodney’s room.
“So now what? That doesn’t exactly solve our problem.”
Rodney limped closer and tackled him onto the bed, “Patience, Colonel. Good things come to those who wait.” When Rodney started kissing him and grinding himself into his hips, John forgot all about Caldwell.
************
Caldwell was gone for the next two months and both John and Rodney relaxed into their new relationship, enjoying the lax restrictions without Caldwell around every corner. They kept it discrete and if any one noticed Sheppard sneaking out of McKay’s quarters, it was never mentioned. As long as they kept it out of the halls, no one could comment on what happened behind closed doors.
Unfortunately, that didn’t stop Caldwell upon his next return to Atlantis from harassing them again. The time spent in each others company during their off time fueled Caldwell’s fire and he showed up outside Rodney’s quarters early one morning in the hope of catching Sheppard. It might have worked if Sheppard hadn’t had a life sign detector and Hermiod hadn’t transported him back to his own quarters.
Rodney was livid when he left his room a bit later and Caldwell was still waiting.
“Where is he?”
“Who?”
Caldwell glared at him, “You know who. Sheppard.”
Glancing innocently at his watch, Rodney grumbled, “How the fuck should I know, I’m not his keeper. I need coffee, go away.”
“I’m not stupid, McKay. I know what you two are doing,” claimed Caldwell.
Rodney flipped him off over his shoulder as headed to the Messhall for breakfast. With Caldwell trailing, Rodney made sure he sat with Sheppard as if their conversation never took place. Slumping in the seat, Rodney finished off his first cup of coffee before speaking, “When’s the staff meeting?”
“Half hour. You have time for four or five more cups if you push it,” teased John, ignoring Caldwell’s stare from across the room as he smiled at Rodney. “If you really push it, you can have real food with your coffee.”
Rodney was already inhaling his breakfast, “Bite me. You’re in too good a mood after being kicked out of bed.”
“I had to get up anyway,” shrugged Sheppard, grabbing their cups for a refill. “You can’t let him get to you.” He returned and handed Rodney his coffee.
“Thanks,” said McKay around a mouth full of food, “I love you.”
John laughed, “You’d say that to whoever brings you coffee.”
Rodney shrugged, “Good point, but in your case it’s true.”
“You’re gonna have to tone it down with Caldwell here.”
“Fuck him and the horse he rode in on.”
“I’ll pass,” quipped John, snagging the last piece of real bacon from Rodney’s plate.
Rodney slapped at his hand, missing. “Get your own.”
“It’s more fun to steal yours,” said John, flashing Rodney his you still love me smile.
Rolling his eyes, Rodney returned the smile, “Talk about toning it down. You’re gonna give Caldwell a coronary if you keep that up.”
John dared a glance in Caldwell’s direction. The man was so red he looked ready to burst. “I didn’t know a person could get that color.”
Stuffing the last of his toast in his mouth, Rodney washed it down with another swig of coffee, “Apparently so.” He stood up and grabbed his empty tray. “You ready. This ought to be a really fun meeting. I wonder if we can make him go purple.”
John stood and followed McKay, “Might be worth the effort, just to see.” Two months away from Caldwell had eased the tension between them and they found it was more fun to torment the man with their friendship than worry about getting caught. They kept their relationship behind closed doors and unless Caldwell figured out a way to bypass Atlantis’ locked doors it was pretty much a lost cause. The chances of Atlantis giving up her favorite son was about as likely as winning the lottery twice in a row.
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The meeting was pretty much what they expected with Caldwell bringing up the senior staff off world thing again. Elizabeth, the diplomat that she was, kept the meeting civil. “As I’m sure you’re aware, Colonel, it isn’t unusual for SG teams to have high ranking military as well as highly qualified science staff.”
“I am well aware of how the SGC operates, Dr. Weir,” said Caldwell, his contempt barely controlled. “I am also aware of the blatant disregard for rules and I will be making recommendations upon my return to Earth.”
Rodney rose in his seat, ready to erupt when Elizabeth held her hand up, stopping him. “Let me handle this, Rodney.” She returned her attention to a gloating Colonel Caldwell. “As you well know, Colonel, I have the ultimate say in who and how this expedition is staffed. I am very confident in my senior staff and their professionalism both here and off world. I doubt you’ll have much support were you to file a report saying otherwise.” Her tone left no room for argument.
Caldwell lost some of his bluster, realizing he would find no help from Weir. Rodney sneered at him and John gave him a ‘nice try’ shrug. Chuck, the control guy, interrupted the meeting at that point, “A message from the Daedalus, ma’am.”
Weir nodded, “Patch it through.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Chuck gave her nod when it was ready.
“This is Weir.”
Hermiod spoke, “Dr. Weir. I have a something for Dr. McKay. It is a data disk.”
Weir looked at McKay for confirmation, who keyed his own radio. “You can send it here, Hermiod.” Picking up the disk, Rodney had his back to Caldwell and was looking at John as he asked Hermiod innocently, “Do you know what it is?”
“I do not Dr. McKay. It was left here with a message that it be delivered to you.”
“Thanks.” Rodney shrugged and slipped it into his laptop. He knew as well as Hermiod what was on the disk and didn’t bother even looking at it, just copied it to his hard drive before removing it and slipping it back in its protective sleeve.
Weir adjourned the meeting shortly after and with only John and Rodney still remaining, Caldwell returned to talk. “I may not have Weir’s backing but I won’t stop until one or both of you is gone from here.”
Rodney looked up from his computer and picked up the disk. He smiled and flicked it across the table to Caldwell. It slid to a perfect stop at the edge. “That should stop you.”
Standing up, Rodney shut his computer and started towards the door. Sheppard stared at Caldwell, unsure of what McKay was playing at. He had no idea what was on the disk. Rodney whispered the answer on his way by and it took all of John’s military training to keep a straight face.
Caldwell picked up the disk and frowned, “What’s this?”
Rodney stopped when he was even with Caldwell. Although shorter, McKay had a presence that could intimidate the strongest of men. “You don’t ask and we won’t tell. Isn’t that how it goes? So here’s the deal. You get off our back, because you are wasting your time and really pissing me off. In return, I won’t tell anyone what’s on that disk.”
As Rodney started to leave, Caldwell stood up to the threat, “I won’t give this up, McKay.”
Rodney smiled smugly, “Your choice.”
He walked away and John followed only to stop in front of Caldwell. He tapped the disk in the Colonel’s hand. “Um, you might want to reconsider, Sir. If there’s one thing I’ve learned working with scientists, it really doesn’t pay to piss one of them off. They are a very vindictive bunch.”
Caldwell stared at him sharply, “What’s on the disk?”
John shrugged, “Dr. McKay said something about pink, Sir.” The sudden loss of color in Caldwell’s face confirmed Rodney’s testament that there were in fact no replacements aboard the Daedalus. He wasn’t sure if it was the pink socks and T-shirts or the ‘suck me, fuck me’ boxers Rodney’d put in Caldwell’s room that brought out that purple shade in the Colonel’s face. John hoped that Rodney could get a video feed from the conference room. He really hated for Rodney to have missed the look on Caldwell’s face at that moment.
*****
Rodney was standing on the balcony that overlooked the East Pier where the Daedalus was presently docked. John joined him, standing shoulder to shoulder. “So I hear they’re heading back to Earth.”
“Fast turnaround this time. Go figure,” answered Rodney matter-of-factly.
John laughed and leaned over the rail, watching as the Daedalus lifted off. “Remind me never to piss you off.” He nudged Rodney with his shoulder, “Wanna go have hot monkey sex?”
“Sure.”
THE END
Author:
chaps1870Pairing: McShep
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Alas, they do not belong to me.
A/N: Big thanks to my beta. *G* She gets chocolate for the words on the boxers.
Chapter Six
It was another week before Carson released Rodney with some very strict rules. No walking on the broken leg, even if it did feel better. No undue pressure on the healing hand, but try to use it as much as possible, even if it hurt. Carson was insistent that he do exercises to keep the skin flexible. John took it upon himself to do Rodney’s PT which worked with his hand as well as the broken leg. The leg required some mild exercises of the knee and ankle to keep them limber.
Getting from point A to point B proved the most difficult for Rodney since his hand made the use of crutches difficult and they put undue stress on his healing ribs. Even the wheelchair Carson provided was difficult to maneuver with the injured hand. He found if he went slow enough he could grip the wheel with his fingers, thus avoiding the sensitive and healing skin on the palm of his hand.
He and John still hadn’t really had any time to discuss this thing between them and Rodney wasn’t sure if he was reading more into John’s attention then was actually there. At a glance, it was just one friend helping another. It didn’t help that Caldwell seemed to lurk around every corner each time John broke him out of the infirmary during his second week of incarceration.
Being released wasn’t much better and he still tired easily. He spent a good portion of his time working in his room, because it was just too much of a pain in the ass to go somewhere else unless someone came for him and helped with the driving.
Ronon invariably showed up in time to cart him off to eat with the rest of the team. Teyla stopped by to visit and make sure he had all he needed. John made sure Rodney worked on his exercises a couple times a day whether he wanted to or not. Rodney knew it was for his own good, but it would have been harder to stick with the therapy without Sheppard making him do it. The pain he endured with each session left him tired and emotionally drained.
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John checked his watch for the tenth time in an hour and realizing he wasn’t getting anything done, shut his laptop down and left his office. Fuck Caldwell. He never paid attention to working hours before, he wasn’t about to start now. That didn’t stop him from slinking through the hallways on his way to find Rodney, hoping he didn’t run into Caldwell. Ever since their meeting in the infirmary Caldwell had been making unexpected visits and John felt like he was under surveillance or something.
Making his way to Rodney’s room without being spotted, John didn’t bother knocking. He walked in and found Rodney hunched over his computer, leg propped up on a chair and his injured hand pressed to his chest. Carson said it wasn’t necessary to elevate it anymore, but Rodney explained it was safer there. He’d had it brushed against one too many times and preferred to keep it out of harms way despite Carson’s insistence that he needed to use it.
Leaning into wall at his back, John ignored it for now. It was but one of the reasons he showed up twice a day to make sure Rodney did his exercises. “You ready?”
“No, I’m busy,” said Rodney, not bothering to look up from his computer as he continued to type one handed.
Pushing off the wall, John walked over to stand behind the wheelchair that was positioned next to Rodney’s chair. He patted the seat, “Come on. It’s time to work out. I thought we could go to the gym today. You need to get out of this room.”
Rodney shut down his laptop with a sigh of resignation, “Fine.”
Arguing was futile. As he shifted to stand, John moved to help, gripping Rodney’s leg and holding it straight as the scientist reached behind him for the armrest of the wheelchair. As Rodney sat, John lifted his leg and gently settled it into the leg rest. Even without a real cast, Rodney wasn’t inclined to bend his knee. It was one of the reasons that Carson added PT to his leg exercises in order to keep the joints limber.
John gave Rodney’s shoulder a gentle squeeze, before grabbing the wheelchair. “I thought a change of scenery would do you some good.” Rodney shrugged, unenthused. “Teyla said the gym is free so we won’t have to worry about any interruptions.”
“Well that’s good. I’d hate for any one to pop in and seeing me breaking down from excruciating pain.”
“It’ll get better,” assured John, “I’ll make it up to you.”
“There is only one way you can make it up to me and that isn’t likely.”
John leaned over the chair as he pushed it through the hallways of Atlantis. “You never know, stranger things have happened.”
Rodney swallowed hard and opened his mouth to respond, but found himself speechless. It almost sounded as if Sheppard was flirting with him and Rodney couldn’t make himself endanger that with a flippant comment.
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Caldwell roamed the halls, knowing if he could find McKay, he’d find Sheppard. He gone to his office earlier and not finding him was now intent on doing so. It had been a week since the infirmary discussion and Sheppard still wasn’t showing signs of backing off where McKay was concerned.
He didn’t give a damn about the scientist, but there was no way he’d tolerate a gay officer in his chain of command. It was unprofessional and just wrong despite the military’s ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ policy. He may not be able to ask but that didn’t mean he couldn’t catch the bastard in the act and force him out. Even Sheppard wouldn’t be able to talk his way out of it if Caldwell had proof of his indiscretions.
Storming the halls he didn’t find them in the labs or the mess and was about to give up when he neared the gym and heard their distinctive voices. Slowing his steps, he eased closer as quietly as possible, intent on hearing the conversation and catching them acting inappropriately. The thought sent a shiver of disgust up his spine and he stopped outside the open door, somewhat shocked by the conversation…
Sheppard’s voice was calm and reassuring as he spoke, “That’s two fingers, you ready for three?”
Rodney whined, almost begging, “No, god no. No more, please.”
“Try and relax, it’ll help. Breathe through the pain, Rodney.”
“Oh fuck that hurts, Stop!” Rodney was pleading now, whimpering.
Caldwell was frozen in place, his brain supplying images to the words he was hearing.
“You’re doing good.” Sheppard said, his voice soft as he continued, “That’s three, just two more and we can stop, I promise.
Rodney’s panting breath could be heard as he gasped, “I can’t take two more, John. Please it hurts too much.”
“I know, but the stretching helps. It’ll make it better.” Sheppard’s voice was oozing sympathy, making Caldwell cringe. Caldwell felt his stomach turn over as visions assaulted his senses. There was heavy breathing and an occasional whimper from McKay as Caldwell listened at the edge of the doorway, tempted to break up their little soirée.
He was stopped cold when McKay started moaning softly. “That feels good, right there. Don’t move.”
“See, I told you, you could do it. Okay I’m going to start moving them or it won’t do any good,” said Sheppard. Caldwell’s brain was flashing vivid images on the back of his eyes.
McKay was groaned anxiously, “Please…I’m not that flexible yet.”
“Rodney, the hard part is over. Just let me move and it’ll stop hurting so much,” said Sheppard impatiently.
Caldwell had heard enough and he burst into the room. “Colonel Shepp…” The words died on his lips as his face suffused with heat. Colonel Sheppard sat on one of the window benches, McKay’s wheelchair in front of him. Both men were staring at him, frowning and Sheppard’s fingers continued to unconsciously rub away the stiffness in Rodney’s hand. For his part, McKay looked terrible. A sheen of perspiration and furrowed brow was a testament to the pain he was in.
Opening his mouth, Caldwell couldn’t find any words and he stared for several seconds before he turned and stormed from the room.
Rodney shivered, “That man is seriously starting to creep me out. It’s like having a stalker.”
John laughed, “He’s trying to catch me out.”
Snorting, Rodney rolled his eyes, “Oh please, you’re in a closet with the door locked.”
Raising a mischievous eyebrow, John tilted his head and smiled, “You’ve never had a problem with locked closets in the past.”
“Yes, well that was before I was locked out. My opinion has been altered somewhat.”
The door to the gym suddenly closed and John leaned closer, “Any phobia’s about locked gyms?” He slid to his knees, straddling Rodney’s good leg as he rested his hands on the scientist’s thighs.
Rodney swallowed hard and stuttered, “What are you doing?”
“Just getting a feel for things,” answered John, letting his fingers roam lightly over Rodney’s legs, moving ever higher.
“It looks more like you’re feeling me up,” said Rodney, his eyes darting to where Sheppard’s fingers seemed to be straying. Much closer and there would be evidence of his arousal. When John leaned in and kissed him, lips barely touching his, Rodney gave up any chances of ignoring the fire that raced to his groin. He pulled away slightly and stared at John in shock, “What are you doing?”
John continued with light kisses on Rodney’s mouth and jaw, “Kissing. Surely you’ve heard of it.”
“Of course I’ve heard of…why is more what I was thinking. I didn’t think kissing was allowed. You never seemed interested before.”
“Hmm…that was before,” muttered John, stretching over the chair to nuzzle Rodney’s neck.
Rodney lifted his head, exposing more neck to John’s questing mouth. He swallowed loudly, trying to erase the sudden dryness in his mouth. He stuttered, trying to remember the conversation, “Before… what?”
“Before I almost lost you,” whispered John, his lips leaving a trail of moist heat along Rodney’s throat.
Pressing his good hand to John’s chest, Rodney pushed him away enough so that Sheppard’s lips weren’t distracting him and he could maintain a train of thought for longer than two seconds. “Stop.”
John sat back on his haunches, asking, “You want me to stop?”
“Yes…no… yes! What about Caldwell? I thought you decided your career was more important than a buddyfuck.”
Leaning in, John kissed him again, “Buddyfuck yes, you…no.” He was back to nuzzling Rodney’s ear, breathing into as he spoke, “You can be discreet can’t you?”
All of the fight went out of Rodney and he could have cared less what John’s motives were. He didn’t do the touchy feely crap and actions always worked better than words as far as he was concerned. He had a hard-on to rival steel and the hot breath on his neck wasn’t helping. Rodney cupped the back of John’s neck with his good hand and pulled him in for a scorching kiss. One that left them both breathless.
Rodney’s eyes were gleaming as he ended the kiss, “I’m the epitome of discreet, Colonel. Can we have sex now, because I was really enjoying getting laid on a regular basis. The fact that I was getting it from you kind of added to the hotness and seriously, I’d like to keep going with that.”
John’s eyes widened, “You think I’m hot?”
“Duh,” said Rodney, pulling John back for another kiss, this time using his tongue to prove his point.
When air became a necessity, John sat back on his heels and grinned, “Cool.”
“Yes, yes very cool.” Rodney was flush with desire as he pointed to the bulge in pants, then his injured hand, “Do you mind?”
John hesitated. “This might be easier if you weren’t in the chair. Can you sit on the floor?”
Rodney nodded and managed to stand up with John’s help. It was hard to maintain any balance on one leg and he grabbed for Sheppard to keep upright. John wrapped his arms around him, holding him in place and their erections brushed against each other as he held Rodney close. Dropping his head onto John’s shoulder, Rodney moaned in the crook of his neck, “Fuck, that feels good.”
Reaching for Rodney’s ass, John pressed harder. “Floor.”
Panting, Rodney agreed, “Help me down.”
John eased him to the floor and stretched out along Rodney’s good side, carefully avoiding his broken leg and burned hand. After much kissing, John’s hand worked Rodney’s zipper. “Want to suck you.”
“Oh god yes, do that,” hissed Rodney, feeling somewhat at John’s mercy in his present condition. Zipper down, Rodney lifted his hips enough for John to free his aching and now leaking cock. When warm, wet lips enclosed him, Rodney cried out, “Oh god, don’t stop. I’m so fucking close.”
Sucking harder, John couldn’t remember blowing Rodney ever being this thrilling or god…intoxicating. The taste, the touch, the heat of it in his mouth made him want more and his own erection was begging for release. Reaching his hand under Rodney’s balls he pressed a finger against his opening, but didn’t enter. Rodney arched his back, shoved his dick deep in John’s throat and came hard. John swallowed quickly, wanting it to go on forever. The need for air finally drew him off of Rodney’s softened flesh and he rose to his knees, frantically reaching for his own zipper to free his throbbing length.
Oh god he wasn’t gonna get to it in time. Rodney’s moans and whimpers and the sighs of satisfaction were taking him over the edge. He watched as Rodney lifted up on his elbow and shifted on the floor to take John in his mouth, “Let me.”
John shook his head sharply, “Fuck, too late.”
As he reached into his pants to free himself, his body betrayed him. His hand gripped his dick hard and fast, pulling the sensations to the surface and he tensed as his balls pulled up tight and he came all over Rodney’s face. That alone was sending him into orbit, but when Rodney jerked as if he’d been burned and his eyes went dark, John’s climax heightened. He thought it couldn’t get any better when Rodney’s mouth covered his still pulsing erection and sucked with abandon, taking every last drop John had to offer, like it was the last thing he’d ever tastes. Finally John had to pull away or risk passing out from the intensity as his dick softened in Rodney’s mouth. They both slumped to the floor, gasping for air.
John chuckled between breaths, “New kink, Rodney?”
“Humph. So it seems,” sighed Rodney, kind of shocked by his own reaction. They lay catching their breath before John sat up and dressed them both.
Rodney looked at him with a smirk, “Does this mean you’re my boyfriend?”
“Shut up, Rodney.”
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Rounding the corner on crutches, Rodney glared at John, “Follow me, now!”
John had the sense to look confused. “Why?”
“Just shut up and follow me.”
“O…kay,” drawled John, keeping up with Rodney as he practically careened off the walls, scattering anyone in his path. John made apologies as they traversed the halls. “You gonna tell me what has you in a tizzy?”
As they neared Rodney’s quarters, John looked both ways, made sure they were alone and slipped inside behind Rodney. “This is not discrete, McKay.”
“Oh please, if we were any more discrete even we wouldn’t know what we are doing. Caldwell is on a fucking witch hunt,” said Rodney limping to his desk after throwing his crutches across the room.
John cautiously took a seat on the bed and sighed, “What now?” It was only a matter of time before one of them lost it and it looked as if Rodney was the first to snap.
“He’s been talking with Elizabeth. Trying to convince her that she shouldn’t allow senior officers off world so much…” John clenched his jaw, ready to burst when Rodney continued to rant, “and he thinks it’s unwise to have senior officers on the same team. The bastard is trying to split us up offworld now too. What kind of shit is that? Can he do that? What kind of homophobic bullshit do they teach the military anyway?” Rodney continued to vent, weeks of frustration mounting as his hands flew, accentuating his venomous words. After several minutes he wound down and stared at Sheppard, “Well?”
“Well what? He can’t do anything. He can make suggestions but the final say is up to Elizabeth and myself. Caldwell has no say over Atlantis.”
That got Rodney going again, “Do you honestly believe that? All he has to do is hint at what he thinks and boom, you’re gone. Transferred.” Rodney glared at him, fear and anger rivaling for attention as he spat, “So not gonna happen. It’s time to put a stop to his crap.”
John flopped back on the bed, “What do you suggest, Rodney? He’s higher up the chain of command than I am. There’s not a whole lot I can do without making things worse than they already are.”
“Fine, but that doesn’t mean I have to and I’m not gonna stand around and wait for him to fuck up your life, my life…” Rodney ducked his head and added nervously, “…our life.”
“You’ll only make it worse if you stand up to him. He’s just waiting for one of us to bring it up. It’s as good as admitting we’re doing something wrong.”
Rodney wasn’t so easily intimidated, “Oh please, I’ve been dealing with bullies all my life.” John eyed him warily and Rodney stood up, grabbing his hand and pulling him to his feet. “Time to show the asshole that it’s not wise to mess with the smartest man in two galaxies. Come on.”
“Mc…Kay,” John blinked and was swooped up in a glimmer of white light. Rematerializing he stuttered, “Where are we?”
“Caldwell’s quarters,” said Rodney, pulling some sort of device from his pocket at the same time a box materialized on the bed. Rodney pointed to it. “Grab that.”
Staring opened mouthed, John was trying not to panic, visions of his career going down the toilet flashed before his eyes. “Rodney, this isn’t one of your better plans. I can guarantee if I get caught that they’ll do a lot more than transfer me.” John reached out to stop Rodney from rummaging through Caldwell’s dresser, “Rodney, Stop damn it! This isn’t a fucking game here. Do you want me to spend the rest of my life in Leavenworth or what?”
“Right, because we are the only ones he’s terrorizing. This isn’t the first time I’ve been here, Colonel, so just chill. He isn’t going to trace it to you.”
John’s hands dropped to his sides and glowered at Rodney, “What do you mean this isn’t the first time? You’ve done this before.”
“Of course I have. Do you think I’m so stupid to not set this up right? I’ve had lots of practice with tyrants and bullies, so you’re just gonna have to trust me. The key is not to make it obvious about who is doing the job.” Rodney was in the process of removing all of Caldwell’s socks, boxers and T-shirts from his drawer. Tossing them on the bed, Rodney opened the box that was beamed in after them and John couldn’t help the laugh that escaped his lips when he saw what was inside.
“Oh Christ, you’re crazy. You don’t think he’d actually wear those do you?”
Rodney grinned. “When you are on a return trip to Earth that lasts eighteen days and there are no replacements, you’d be surprised.”
“God McKay, you’re warped.” John wasn’t helping Rodney in his quest, but he was no longer restraining him either. At the very least if it came to a court martial he could claim he didn’t do anything.
“Thanks.”
Noting the accurate military fold of all the replacements, John asked curiously, “Who’s your inside man?”
“Hermiod.”
“The naked guy? He wouldn’t know how to do that,” said John, pointing to the precisely folded T-shirts in Rodney’s hand.
“Don’t knock the naked alien. He’s the only reason this is working. As to who he has folding Caldwell’s underwear, I didn’t ask.”
Rodney threw all the old stuff in the box. John questioned him, still in a state of shock, “Why is he helping you?”
“Easy. Seems Caldwell made the mistake of pissing off an alien that is more powerful and cunning.”
“What’d he do?”
Rodney laughed, “Well, I guess you weren’t the only one that thought Hermiod should be wearing clothes. Caldwell tried to enforce uniforms on him.” Shaking his head, Rodney closed up the box and left it on the bed.
John smirked, “It’s not right.”
Rolling his eyes, Rodney answered sarcastically, “Oh please, it’s like covering a Ken doll. What is the point? There is nothing to cover.”
“You played with dolls?”
Rodney tossed him his you’re a moron look and sneered, “I had an older sister. Try getting out of that. Besides I started with Barbie. What a let down that was.”
“So you moved on to Ken?” John was enjoying this too much not to push McKay’s buttons.
“What, you were never curious about Ken and Barbie?”
“Uh…no,” said John, scrunching his face.
“Oh fine then, GI Joe. Don’t tell me you never checked out GI Joe?”
John blushed and Rodney smiled smugly, “I knew it.” Rodney grabbed the device he’d put on the dresser earlier, took a final look around the room to make sure everything was in order and touched the device. “Ready, Hermiod.”
“As you wish, Dr. McKay,” said Hermiod. John was enveloped in the white light and blinked when he was back in Rodney’s room.
“So now what? That doesn’t exactly solve our problem.”
Rodney limped closer and tackled him onto the bed, “Patience, Colonel. Good things come to those who wait.” When Rodney started kissing him and grinding himself into his hips, John forgot all about Caldwell.
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Caldwell was gone for the next two months and both John and Rodney relaxed into their new relationship, enjoying the lax restrictions without Caldwell around every corner. They kept it discrete and if any one noticed Sheppard sneaking out of McKay’s quarters, it was never mentioned. As long as they kept it out of the halls, no one could comment on what happened behind closed doors.
Unfortunately, that didn’t stop Caldwell upon his next return to Atlantis from harassing them again. The time spent in each others company during their off time fueled Caldwell’s fire and he showed up outside Rodney’s quarters early one morning in the hope of catching Sheppard. It might have worked if Sheppard hadn’t had a life sign detector and Hermiod hadn’t transported him back to his own quarters.
Rodney was livid when he left his room a bit later and Caldwell was still waiting.
“Where is he?”
“Who?”
Caldwell glared at him, “You know who. Sheppard.”
Glancing innocently at his watch, Rodney grumbled, “How the fuck should I know, I’m not his keeper. I need coffee, go away.”
“I’m not stupid, McKay. I know what you two are doing,” claimed Caldwell.
Rodney flipped him off over his shoulder as headed to the Messhall for breakfast. With Caldwell trailing, Rodney made sure he sat with Sheppard as if their conversation never took place. Slumping in the seat, Rodney finished off his first cup of coffee before speaking, “When’s the staff meeting?”
“Half hour. You have time for four or five more cups if you push it,” teased John, ignoring Caldwell’s stare from across the room as he smiled at Rodney. “If you really push it, you can have real food with your coffee.”
Rodney was already inhaling his breakfast, “Bite me. You’re in too good a mood after being kicked out of bed.”
“I had to get up anyway,” shrugged Sheppard, grabbing their cups for a refill. “You can’t let him get to you.” He returned and handed Rodney his coffee.
“Thanks,” said McKay around a mouth full of food, “I love you.”
John laughed, “You’d say that to whoever brings you coffee.”
Rodney shrugged, “Good point, but in your case it’s true.”
“You’re gonna have to tone it down with Caldwell here.”
“Fuck him and the horse he rode in on.”
“I’ll pass,” quipped John, snagging the last piece of real bacon from Rodney’s plate.
Rodney slapped at his hand, missing. “Get your own.”
“It’s more fun to steal yours,” said John, flashing Rodney his you still love me smile.
Rolling his eyes, Rodney returned the smile, “Talk about toning it down. You’re gonna give Caldwell a coronary if you keep that up.”
John dared a glance in Caldwell’s direction. The man was so red he looked ready to burst. “I didn’t know a person could get that color.”
Stuffing the last of his toast in his mouth, Rodney washed it down with another swig of coffee, “Apparently so.” He stood up and grabbed his empty tray. “You ready. This ought to be a really fun meeting. I wonder if we can make him go purple.”
John stood and followed McKay, “Might be worth the effort, just to see.” Two months away from Caldwell had eased the tension between them and they found it was more fun to torment the man with their friendship than worry about getting caught. They kept their relationship behind closed doors and unless Caldwell figured out a way to bypass Atlantis’ locked doors it was pretty much a lost cause. The chances of Atlantis giving up her favorite son was about as likely as winning the lottery twice in a row.
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The meeting was pretty much what they expected with Caldwell bringing up the senior staff off world thing again. Elizabeth, the diplomat that she was, kept the meeting civil. “As I’m sure you’re aware, Colonel, it isn’t unusual for SG teams to have high ranking military as well as highly qualified science staff.”
“I am well aware of how the SGC operates, Dr. Weir,” said Caldwell, his contempt barely controlled. “I am also aware of the blatant disregard for rules and I will be making recommendations upon my return to Earth.”
Rodney rose in his seat, ready to erupt when Elizabeth held her hand up, stopping him. “Let me handle this, Rodney.” She returned her attention to a gloating Colonel Caldwell. “As you well know, Colonel, I have the ultimate say in who and how this expedition is staffed. I am very confident in my senior staff and their professionalism both here and off world. I doubt you’ll have much support were you to file a report saying otherwise.” Her tone left no room for argument.
Caldwell lost some of his bluster, realizing he would find no help from Weir. Rodney sneered at him and John gave him a ‘nice try’ shrug. Chuck, the control guy, interrupted the meeting at that point, “A message from the Daedalus, ma’am.”
Weir nodded, “Patch it through.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Chuck gave her nod when it was ready.
“This is Weir.”
Hermiod spoke, “Dr. Weir. I have a something for Dr. McKay. It is a data disk.”
Weir looked at McKay for confirmation, who keyed his own radio. “You can send it here, Hermiod.” Picking up the disk, Rodney had his back to Caldwell and was looking at John as he asked Hermiod innocently, “Do you know what it is?”
“I do not Dr. McKay. It was left here with a message that it be delivered to you.”
“Thanks.” Rodney shrugged and slipped it into his laptop. He knew as well as Hermiod what was on the disk and didn’t bother even looking at it, just copied it to his hard drive before removing it and slipping it back in its protective sleeve.
Weir adjourned the meeting shortly after and with only John and Rodney still remaining, Caldwell returned to talk. “I may not have Weir’s backing but I won’t stop until one or both of you is gone from here.”
Rodney looked up from his computer and picked up the disk. He smiled and flicked it across the table to Caldwell. It slid to a perfect stop at the edge. “That should stop you.”
Standing up, Rodney shut his computer and started towards the door. Sheppard stared at Caldwell, unsure of what McKay was playing at. He had no idea what was on the disk. Rodney whispered the answer on his way by and it took all of John’s military training to keep a straight face.
Caldwell picked up the disk and frowned, “What’s this?”
Rodney stopped when he was even with Caldwell. Although shorter, McKay had a presence that could intimidate the strongest of men. “You don’t ask and we won’t tell. Isn’t that how it goes? So here’s the deal. You get off our back, because you are wasting your time and really pissing me off. In return, I won’t tell anyone what’s on that disk.”
As Rodney started to leave, Caldwell stood up to the threat, “I won’t give this up, McKay.”
Rodney smiled smugly, “Your choice.”
He walked away and John followed only to stop in front of Caldwell. He tapped the disk in the Colonel’s hand. “Um, you might want to reconsider, Sir. If there’s one thing I’ve learned working with scientists, it really doesn’t pay to piss one of them off. They are a very vindictive bunch.”
Caldwell stared at him sharply, “What’s on the disk?”
John shrugged, “Dr. McKay said something about pink, Sir.” The sudden loss of color in Caldwell’s face confirmed Rodney’s testament that there were in fact no replacements aboard the Daedalus. He wasn’t sure if it was the pink socks and T-shirts or the ‘suck me, fuck me’ boxers Rodney’d put in Caldwell’s room that brought out that purple shade in the Colonel’s face. John hoped that Rodney could get a video feed from the conference room. He really hated for Rodney to have missed the look on Caldwell’s face at that moment.
*****
Rodney was standing on the balcony that overlooked the East Pier where the Daedalus was presently docked. John joined him, standing shoulder to shoulder. “So I hear they’re heading back to Earth.”
“Fast turnaround this time. Go figure,” answered Rodney matter-of-factly.
John laughed and leaned over the rail, watching as the Daedalus lifted off. “Remind me never to piss you off.” He nudged Rodney with his shoulder, “Wanna go have hot monkey sex?”
“Sure.”
THE END
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Excellent series. I love the ending and the defeat of the evil Caldwell. Pink undies are the perfect revenge!
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Nice hot smut, too.
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Great story, brain is atrophying through...either I'm not reading enough SGA fic, or I'm rereading the same SGA fic over and over and desperately need new SGA fic ::or what I really suspect: Innogen desperately needs a life, which isn't due for tuneup 'til six months out::
Thanks for sharing! LOVE your writing. You have the Poet's Wit!
~Inn
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Thanks! LOL
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Bwhahahahahaha!! I loveJohn and Rodney....I love Hermiod....I loves you for writing!!! Another fab series hun, Thanks!! *adds to favourites* ooooo and you mentioned Chuck!! yay! ;o)
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Thanks for all your replies throughout. Means a lot.
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*G*
Rodney needs a T-shirt with a sign "Don't mess with me and my man!"
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Hermiod just strikes me as an alien with attitude and shouldn't be messed with. *G*
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“Yes…no… yes! What about Caldwell? I thought you decided your career was more important than a buddyfuck.”
Leaning in, John kissed him again, “Buddyfuck yes, you…no.”
That is the sweetest thing ever!
John coming from giving Rodney a blow job - incredibly hot!
And of course you should never piss off a scientist :D I'm sure Caldwell's learnt the lesson ;)
One tiny thing - after all of the guilt Radek went through off world, it might have been nice to have had a conversation between him and Rodney.
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Otherwise, you may have ended up owing me a new computer. ;)
Pink...suck me, fuck me...hot monkey sex Top of Everest love. The very peak.
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Sweeeeeeeet. . .
following this at Wraithbait as well
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Skein
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I actually kinda like canon Caldwell, I mean, he's a blowhard and all that, but kinda like Sumner, he's a decent sort when he needs to be.
That doesn't mean I don't like seeing him as the antagonist in fics. I'd be bothered if they turned him into a serious baddie on the show, but in fics it's nice to see a baddie that they can't just shoot.
*Cheers*, this fic was great.
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Thanks.
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There should be hot monkey sex.
Loved it, yay also for good ol' Hemoide. He rocks so much!
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You should write more, for their sake. I am thinking only of them.
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Loved this!! Fantastic job!!
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