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Stargate Atlantis | Tao of Rodney S3.Ep14

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Stargate Atlantis | The Storm S1.Ep10: Part 3

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Stargate Atlantis | The Storm S1.Ep10: Part 4

Radek: You know, you’re not pleasant when you’re like this, McKay.

Rodney: I’m always like this.

Radek: My point exactly.

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Stargate Atlantis | The Storm S1.Ep10: Part 5

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A manic part of Rodney’s mind wonders if this is what a stroke feels like.

“Excuse me?”

In front of him, Woolsey sniffs and raises his chin that much higher. “Of course, your efficiency audit scores remain more than satisfactory. Surprisingly excellent, even, if you don’t mind me saying. But there is always room for improvement, I often like to remind myself.”

Somewhere in the room, someone snorts. A beat later, and someone else giggles.

Rodney can only blink, very slowly, and when he opens his eyes again, Woolsey visibly deflates. “No one can argue with your results, Dr. McKay, but a little precaution goes a long way. And being open to learn from one’s subordinates is always a valuable trait in a leader.”

With that, Woolsey steps out of the conference room, leaving Rodney to blindly reach for a chair until he’s settled enough that the walls finally stop curving around him. “Did– did that just happen?”

One by one, almost rehearsed and no doubt with utter glee, his team pops into his line of sight. They’re wisely keeping the table between him and the rest of them, but only Teyla has the sense of honor to attempt a sincere expression of sympathy. Rodney decides there and then that it’s really time for him to find other friends.

“I don’t know, Rodney,” Sheppard deigns to contribute. “Kinda sounded like Woolsey just called you reckless.”

“As though you have trouble following safety protocol,” Teyla feels the need to add.

“Said you’re mad,” Ronon spells out, for good measure.

The Colonel looks like he’s having the time of his miserable life as he props his ass against the edge of Woolsey’s 12-foot long symbol of overcompensation.

“Maybe he’s on to something,” Sheppard says. “Maybe Zelenka really is just a more careful scientist than you.”

The words immediately make his eyes burn, and Rodney swiftly remembers just exactly what made his world stop and his pristine thoughts of an early lunch come to a screeching halt barely a moment ago.

He twists in his seat, makes his now-trained gaze sweep beyond the confines of the room until he finds the root of all this bedlam.

Radek is a small but distinct figure by the consoles in the Control Room, his apparent destination after triumphantly flouncing out of the meeting with Woolsey’s final discussion point on his heels.

The same discussion point that declared him to be ‘an admirably circumspect scientific mind’ and all but made Rodney out to be an impetuous strumpet in comparison.

Radek. The same bastard who only last week dismissed Rodney’s weary reminders to close the blast doors and recalibrate their shielding before nearly blowing up what would’ve been half of the South Pier.

Radek. Who just last night called Rodney a pussy for not authorizing a pet project to build miniature drones.

It may just be his imagination — exacerbated by his team’s amusement and the growing certainty that he’s going to miss lunch today — but Rodney swears he can hear undeniably Czech whistling from across the  tower. It makes him see red.

“RADEK!” Rodney shrieks as he bolts out of the chair. “GET BACK HERE, YOU LITTLE WORM!”

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Personal Time

Fandom: Stargate Atlantis

Characters: Radek Zelenka, Rodney McKay

Rating: T - Minor Swearing

Word Count: 726

Summary:

Rodney walks in on Radek during his personal time.

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Rodney didn't knock as he waltzed into Radek's quarters. His chest puffed up, finger-wagging as a self satisfied expression fell over his face.

"Alright Radek, I just got the newest data back on our little experiment and it's safe to say that you were... wrong..." He froze mid step, mouth fluttering open, eyebrows shooting up.

Radek's eyes were wide behind his glasses. The smaller man curled up on the couch, wrapped in a blanket with his laptop sitting in front of him on the table.

There was a pile of junk food next to him and a piece of Twizzler hanging out of his mouth.

Rodney threw his hand out, "Where the heck did you get all that."

Radek sucked the Twizzler in, chewing quickly while using one side of his blanket to cover the pile of snacks. "To what are you referring Rodney?"

Rodney stepped closer, his teeth showing, "Oh, don't even try that." He pointed at the hidden food, "You're squirreling away all the good stuff!"

Radek pushed his glasses up his nose, "I have no idea what you are speaking of."

Rodney moved closer, flashing his eyes with intent. Radek placed a hand over the hidden food defensively. His other hand slowly moved to his laptop, fingers wrapping around the edge, lowering the screen slightly.

Rodney's lips pressed together. His eyes following the movement, "And what exactly are you watching?" He tilted his head. "Hmm?"

Radek pushed the screen further down. "Nothing Interesting," He shrugged nonchalantly. "Just looking through some of the ancient database."

Rodney's fingers curled around the edge of the screen next to Radek's, "Like, hell." He said through clenched teeth.

Radek's mouth pinched, his eyes peering at Rodney over the rim of his glasses. Rodney tightened his jaw, raising his eyebrows as their fingers white-knuckled the edge.

Rodney shot his other hand out toward the junk food, Radek sprang back using both hands to cover his bounty.

"Ah-ha!" Rodney crowed in victory. He held up the laptop, turning it toward him, eyes growing wide.

He peered down at Radek suspiciously, "Where did this even come from?"

Radek chewed his lip. Rodney shot him a look just daring him to lie. Radek leaned back pressing his lips together. "Fine," He crossed his arms. "If you must know." He held his palm up, "I won it all in poker game."

Rodney was looking at the laptop screen using his finger to scroll, "All the good stuff is here!"

Radek nodded. "Yes, it is," He replied smugly, pushing his glasses up his nose.

Rodney's head popped up, eyes locking with Radek's. "Wait, poker?" He frowned, "I've never been invited to any poker games."

"You are terrible liar Rodney, you would lose everything." Radek's eyes shifted to the side, "That is why I never brought it up to you." He said a little too quickly.

"Well, an invitation would have been nice." Rodney sniffed, peering back at the screen.

His eyes widened in awe, "Oh, yes!"

He clicked a couple of times, placed the laptop back down before moving around the table and invading Radek's personal space on the couch.

Radek curled his lip in distaste, "What do you think you are doing?"

Rodney flashed a lopsided smile, looking like a kid on Christmas morning, "Watching, Macross."

He peered over at the hidden food before pointing. "Give me one of those three musketeers."

Radek scoffed, cheeks puffing, "Why should I?"

Rodney clicked his tongue, "Because I'm terrible at lying," He said pointedly.

Radek huffed, removing his blanket to reveal the goods before tossing Rodney a three musketeers bar. Rodney caught it gleefully, leaning toward the laptop and pressing play before unwrapping his candy.

"The Twizzlers are mine though." Radek muttered.

Rodney flapped a hand, "Yes, yes, sure." He held up a finger, "Now, shhh."

Rodney grabbed the other edge of the blanket and pulled it around him. He leaned back into the couch, pressing against Radek's side before kicking his shoes off.

Radek shook his head, taking a bite of his Twizzler grumpily. He really just wanted to shove the pain in the ass out into the hall for interrupting his personal time. But he knew Rodney would make good on his threat.

Radek sighed heavily, pulling the other side of his blanket back up, effectively cocooning them both.

At least Rodney had good taste in anime.