Word
Count: 702
Rating:
PG.
Category: Friendship. Humour. Crossover with SG1 (Carter, Dr Lee).
Story Status:
Complete.
Spoilers: Season 2. Set on Earth, a few weeks before 'Intruder'.
Summary: McKay is late, so the newly appointed Lieutenant Colonel John Sheppard sets about tracking him down...
Author's Note: Title comes from the Lewis
Carroll poem 'The Hunting of the Snark'. Written
for Round 6 of the 2nd Last
Fanfic Writer Standing challenge on LiveJournal. The prompt
was:
Theme: Crossover Challenge
Word count: up to 700 (+20 is allowed under the rules)
Characters: Any
Description: Write any story featuring any characters you want, from
any fandom you want, including SG1. At least two characters from SGA
must appear and at least one from any other show.
Beta:
Thank you to Jayne Perry for the beta-reading.
Hunting the Snark
By Leesa Perrie
The
newly appointed Lieutenant Colonel John Sheppard, and damn, that was
never going to get old, did not skip, because that would be unbecoming
of someone with his status - Lieutenant Colonel no less! - down the
corridors of the SGC. Though there might have been an unusual
level of
bounce in his step.
He was looking for McKay, who hadn't turned
up for a lunch date with Elizabeth, Beckett and himself in the
commissary. Presumably he'd gotten involved with some
scientific thing
or other and was snacking on PowerBars and such like, having forgotten
the lunch date completely. John grinned to himself.
There were times
when McKay reminded him of the stereotypical absent-minded
professor.
Well, when it came to remembering social commitments. And
names. How
long had it taken for him to learn Zelenka's name, exactly?
A
huff of laughter escaped him and he glanced around furtively, sighing
in relief that there wasn't anyone around to catch a commanding officer
- Lieutenant Colonel! - laughing to himself for no apparent reason.
Turning
the corner, he zeroed in on Carter's lab, but the lack of arguing
echoing down the corridor suggested McKay wasn't annoying his fellow
scientist today. And sure enough, when he entered the lab,
Carter was
on her own.
"Hey, Carter, have you seen McKay? You know, pain in the neck,
self-proclaimed genius?"
Carter looked up from her work with a friendly smile.
"No, he hasn't been around today, thankfully." She shook her head, a
wry look on her face. "When, exactly, is the
Daedalus due to leave?"
"Not
for another couple of weeks." He shrugged. "You want me to
distract
him so he leaves you alone? Doubt it'd work for long, but it might give
you a break."
"No, I can handle McKay," she replied, a wicked glint entering her eyes.
"Yeah,
I'm sure you can," he said, deciding he didn't want to know what that
look meant. He hoped that any revenge she was planning
wouldn't be too
embarrassing for McKay, though he also hoped he was there to see
it.
"Well, catch you later, I've got a Canadian physicist to track down."
Leaving
the lab, he paused in the hallway. So, where now?
One of the other
labs? Hadn't McKay been muttering something uncomplimentary
about Dr
Lee's level of competence and how he was messing up some project or
other?
Right, better ask where Dr Lee's lab was situated.
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The
doors of the elevator opened and this time there was the sound of an
argument coming from the room he'd been informed was Dr Lee's lab, so
it seemed his second hunch had been right. It sounded like Dr
Lee was
suffering from a full on Rodney McKay rant of epic
proportions.
Sighing, he entered the lab with a forced cheery grin on his face.
"Hey,
Rodney, I've been looking all over for you." Okay, so
Carter's lab and
this one was hardly all over, but McKay didn't know that.
"Do you mind, Major..."
"Lieutenant Colonel," he corrected automatically, enjoying McKay's huff
of annoyance.
"Lieutenant Colonel," McKay spit out, giving him a death
glare. "You're interrupting an important conversation..."
"You mean 'rant'."
"I do not mean 'rant', I merely point out other people's inadequacies!"
"McKay,"
he said, drawing the name out in a way he knew McKay found
annoying.
"You were supposed to meet Elizabeth, Beckett and myself for lunch.
You're late."
"What?" McKay looked at his watch. "Oh, well, important
matters and all that." McKay waved his hand around airily.
"Come on, McKay, surely this can wait until later?"
"Much later," he heard Dr Lee mutter sourly.
"But..."
"Elizabeth was disappointed you weren't there..." he
wheedled. "And Beckett too."
"I..."
McKay sighed. "Right, fine." Turning to Dr Lee, he
scowled. "I'll be
back after lunch to discuss your poorly thought out theories..."
"Yeah, yeah." He winked at Dr Lee. "Later. Come on."
With
much muttering, he steered McKay to the commissary. Maybe
he'd drag
McKay out for the afternoon and give Dr Lee a break. After
all, he
wanted to get some supplies in for their return to Atlantis.
Important
stuff, like chocolate and popcorn.
He was sure he could persuade McKay to join him.
The End