Title: '...Of Course It Is!'
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay (Stargate Atlantis)
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Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Summary: Rodney and John have a secret...
...Of Course It Is!
"It's not what you think!"
Standing in the doorway, Elizabeth glanced around the dimly lit room at the scattered cards, the tangled heaps of clothing near her feet, then shifted her gaze to study the men lying motionless on the floor. She smiled.
"Of course it's not, Rodney. You're just playing strip... poker?" She raised an inquisitive eyebrow and they both nodded slowly. "...With a team mate. Nothing out of the ordinary at all, I'm sure. Good night, gentlemen."
The door slid closed behind her, leaving them staring blankly at the space she'd just vacated.
"Do you think she guessed?"
"It's not what you...!"
"Of course is not." Radek happily ignored the outraged expression on Rodney's face at being interrupted mid-denial. "Is obvious the major wandered in and tried to activate, yet again, something he should not. And you, the ever-heroic Doctor McKay, felt it necessary to pin him against wall with your body to prevent further touching of unidentified Ancient artefacts." He swallowed a grin.
"Is good, Major, that you are so willing to give science team helping hand. Waste management is refusing to obey Kavanagh's command. I am certain he would welcome your assistance, and your 'magic touch'."
"Major Sheppard, I do believe the doctor is disarmed, and you have also lost your pair of sticks."
Teyla stifled a smile as the two men froze, mid-roll, before leaping apart with an uncoordinated flailing of limbs.
"It's uh... It's... We're..."
"It's not what you think!"
"I am sure that I have heard you express an interest in learning how you can defend yourself with sticks. I simply thought that Major Sheppard had agreed to help you train. If I am wrong, I apologise most profusely, Doctor McKay."
"What? Oh... Yes. Yes, a training session. Right. We were...um... training. Yes."
Ford knew discretion was the better part of valour, but remembered that fact just too late to stop.
He'd heard the 'struggle', and run the last few yards to the 'jumper, landing on the open ramp with a Government Issue thunk. Clearly lit by many angled lights, he saw the major, hands still on the naked, raised up ass of the resident geek.
Ford tried hard not to notice that ass twitch.
"Lieutenant, this isn't what..."
"Is the wound deep?"
John Sheppard didn't even blink.
"Major, do you need the medical kit before I go find Teyla?"
Carson froze a mere hairsbreadth from pulling back the curtain.
"Oh, yeah, sweetheart. Just like... Oh, God, yes! There... That's... Just... Just... Oh! Ohhhh, yeah. Hell. I wonder if Carson has any spare scrubs he could let me have?"
Giving Major Sheppard and his 'sweetheart' time to tidy up, Carson Beckett ran through a list of possibles in his head. Arriving at a conclusion others might have thought insane, he nodded to himself and stepped inside.
"Major, I'm prescribing total bed rest for two days. I'm sure Rodney will attend your every need."
"It's... uh... not what..."
"Spare scrubs, Major?"