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Moment 11/?
Title: Moments in Time 11/?
Author: sg_lab
Rating: k
Characters/Pairings: Weir/Lorne, Sheppard/McKay
Summary: The flu hits Atlantis
Notes: I started writing something very different but it wasn't going well and came up with a very different moment so it took me longer than I had planned.
Moment 11
Marc entered the commissary and looked around. There were only a few people scattered around the room eating lunch and one person in line getting food. Rodney McKay was staring down one of the kitchen workers.
“Is there a problem?” Marc asked coming up behind Rodney after grabbing a tray.
“This moron gave me this so called vegetable soup.”
“And?”
“And?” Rodney glared. “If I give this to Sheppard he’ll throw up on me.”
Marc glanced at McKay’s tray and turned up his nose. “I wouldn’t worry about the soup. The mystery meat looks like it’s enough to make a healthy man throw up.”
“That’s for me,” Rodney sniffed.
“The smell alone will guarantee your shoes will need a good cleaning.”
“Fine,” Rodney put his plate of mystery meat back. “Why do I have to feed him anyway? I thought the infirmary had people to take care of their patients’ needs.”
“McKay, if you haven’t noticed there’s a serious flu going around Atlantis and we are severely understaffed. And he’s your boyfriend, it’s your job to take care of him when he’s sick.”
“Would you keep it down,” Rodney continued to glare.
Lorne just rolled his eyes as he put a bowl of soup on his own tray. “McKay, you’d be surprised how many people know you and Sheppard are dating and couldn’t care less.” Not looking at the other man, Lorne continued putting things on his tray just glad he shut McKay up.
Marc looked up when he was finished to see Rodney still standing there. “You better get moving or that soup is gonna get cold.”
A few minutes later the two men entered the infirmary with their trays. Marc took a moment to look at his CO. Sheppard was huddled under his blankets with only a handful of dark hair sticking out.
He continued around the bed until he was standing next to the second bed over. He could see some dark hair and forehead sticking out from under these blankets. “Elizabeth, do you feel like trying something to eat?”
There was a moment of silence before he heard some rustling revealing a very pale and tired Elizabeth Weir.
“Come on Sheppard, time to eat,” Marc heard Rodney’s voice from behind him and then a groan.
“Leave me alone,” Sheppard’s whining voice carried far to everyone’s surprise.
“What did you bring me?” Elizabeth asked pulling Marc’s attention back to her.
“It’s a vegetable soup,” he pulled the cover from its bowl after he helped Elizabeth sit up.
“Marc, get that away from me now!” Elizabeth’s body jerked over the side of her bed and a few minutes later Marc was pulling off his boots and dumping them in plastic box Carson was holding up in front of them.
“I’m sorry Marc,” Elizabeth sniffled wiping the tears from her cheeks.
“Don’t worry about it sweet-heart,” he kissed her on the forehead.
“Elizabeth, in another day or so you should start feeling better,” Carson assured. “I’ll be releasing the two of you tomorrow.”
“Who’s going to take care of them then?” Rodney asked.
“The people who love them most I suspect,” Carson smiled before walking off to check on some other patients.
“Why don’t you get some sleep, Elizabeth,” Marc said stroking her cheek with his thumb.
“Would you stay for a little while?” She asked.
“Sure,” he sat down on the edge of the bed bringing his legs up to stretch on the bed along side her. Wrapping an arm around her shoulders he pulled her in so her head was resting on his shoulder.
Marc could hear two whispered voices from a few feet away. “I’m not good at this,” he heard Rodney’s voice. He could hear the doubt and even fear in that voice.
“I know,” Sheppard’s voice now was soothing and understanding.
Marc sneaked a glance over to the next bed. Rodney was sitting on the edge of Sheppard’s bed. He was sitting so his right shoulder was leaning against Sheppard’s left shoulder. His other hand was busy spoon feeding Sheppard. It figured his CO would be able to eat the vegetable soup.
A week later Marc was laying in a bed in the infirmary feeling miserable.
“Finally.”
“Rodney, you want to turn it down. We heard you all the way from the commissary,” Sheppard walked over next to the other man putting the tray he carried in over Rodney’s table. “Eat slowly.”
“Elizabeth, when is Beckett going to release us?” Marc asked.
“Is Rodney starting to get on your nerves?” She grinned.
“He was getting on my nerves the second I met him.”
“Major, you want KP when you get better?” John was grinning while tossing out the threat.
“No offense Colonel.”
“He’s an acquired taste,” John patted Rodney’s arm smiling at him.
“You’re getting released right now,” Elizabeth said.
“Oh, thank god,” Rodney said.
“Elizabeth was talking to Lorne,” Sheppard said.
“When do I get released?” Rodney pouted.
“Tomorrow,” Sheppard said. “Your temperature needs to go down a little more.”
“Great,” Rodney muttered pulling the cover off his soup. “Oh no,” his body jerked to the side of the bed.
Sheppard sat on the edge of the bed rubbing Rodney’s back. “This is why you’re not getting released today.”
“I hope you feel better soon, Rodney,” Elizabeth stood next to her friend while waiting for Marc to finish getting dressed.
Rodney was resting his head on Sheppard’s shoulder who was sitting on the edge of the bed. "I think he's sleeping," John whispered.
“Good luck,” she winked at John who grinned.
“We need a vacation,” Marc said to Elizabeth a few minutes later as she walked with him out of the infirmary.
Author: sg_lab
Rating: k
Characters/Pairings: Weir/Lorne, Sheppard/McKay
Summary: The flu hits Atlantis
Notes: I started writing something very different but it wasn't going well and came up with a very different moment so it took me longer than I had planned.
Moment 11
Marc entered the commissary and looked around. There were only a few people scattered around the room eating lunch and one person in line getting food. Rodney McKay was staring down one of the kitchen workers.
“Is there a problem?” Marc asked coming up behind Rodney after grabbing a tray.
“This moron gave me this so called vegetable soup.”
“And?”
“And?” Rodney glared. “If I give this to Sheppard he’ll throw up on me.”
Marc glanced at McKay’s tray and turned up his nose. “I wouldn’t worry about the soup. The mystery meat looks like it’s enough to make a healthy man throw up.”
“That’s for me,” Rodney sniffed.
“The smell alone will guarantee your shoes will need a good cleaning.”
“Fine,” Rodney put his plate of mystery meat back. “Why do I have to feed him anyway? I thought the infirmary had people to take care of their patients’ needs.”
“McKay, if you haven’t noticed there’s a serious flu going around Atlantis and we are severely understaffed. And he’s your boyfriend, it’s your job to take care of him when he’s sick.”
“Would you keep it down,” Rodney continued to glare.
Lorne just rolled his eyes as he put a bowl of soup on his own tray. “McKay, you’d be surprised how many people know you and Sheppard are dating and couldn’t care less.” Not looking at the other man, Lorne continued putting things on his tray just glad he shut McKay up.
Marc looked up when he was finished to see Rodney still standing there. “You better get moving or that soup is gonna get cold.”
A few minutes later the two men entered the infirmary with their trays. Marc took a moment to look at his CO. Sheppard was huddled under his blankets with only a handful of dark hair sticking out.
He continued around the bed until he was standing next to the second bed over. He could see some dark hair and forehead sticking out from under these blankets. “Elizabeth, do you feel like trying something to eat?”
There was a moment of silence before he heard some rustling revealing a very pale and tired Elizabeth Weir.
“Come on Sheppard, time to eat,” Marc heard Rodney’s voice from behind him and then a groan.
“Leave me alone,” Sheppard’s whining voice carried far to everyone’s surprise.
“What did you bring me?” Elizabeth asked pulling Marc’s attention back to her.
“It’s a vegetable soup,” he pulled the cover from its bowl after he helped Elizabeth sit up.
“Marc, get that away from me now!” Elizabeth’s body jerked over the side of her bed and a few minutes later Marc was pulling off his boots and dumping them in plastic box Carson was holding up in front of them.
“I’m sorry Marc,” Elizabeth sniffled wiping the tears from her cheeks.
“Don’t worry about it sweet-heart,” he kissed her on the forehead.
“Elizabeth, in another day or so you should start feeling better,” Carson assured. “I’ll be releasing the two of you tomorrow.”
“Who’s going to take care of them then?” Rodney asked.
“The people who love them most I suspect,” Carson smiled before walking off to check on some other patients.
“Why don’t you get some sleep, Elizabeth,” Marc said stroking her cheek with his thumb.
“Would you stay for a little while?” She asked.
“Sure,” he sat down on the edge of the bed bringing his legs up to stretch on the bed along side her. Wrapping an arm around her shoulders he pulled her in so her head was resting on his shoulder.
Marc could hear two whispered voices from a few feet away. “I’m not good at this,” he heard Rodney’s voice. He could hear the doubt and even fear in that voice.
“I know,” Sheppard’s voice now was soothing and understanding.
Marc sneaked a glance over to the next bed. Rodney was sitting on the edge of Sheppard’s bed. He was sitting so his right shoulder was leaning against Sheppard’s left shoulder. His other hand was busy spoon feeding Sheppard. It figured his CO would be able to eat the vegetable soup.
A week later Marc was laying in a bed in the infirmary feeling miserable.
“Finally.”
“Rodney, you want to turn it down. We heard you all the way from the commissary,” Sheppard walked over next to the other man putting the tray he carried in over Rodney’s table. “Eat slowly.”
“Elizabeth, when is Beckett going to release us?” Marc asked.
“Is Rodney starting to get on your nerves?” She grinned.
“He was getting on my nerves the second I met him.”
“Major, you want KP when you get better?” John was grinning while tossing out the threat.
“No offense Colonel.”
“He’s an acquired taste,” John patted Rodney’s arm smiling at him.
“You’re getting released right now,” Elizabeth said.
“Oh, thank god,” Rodney said.
“Elizabeth was talking to Lorne,” Sheppard said.
“When do I get released?” Rodney pouted.
“Tomorrow,” Sheppard said. “Your temperature needs to go down a little more.”
“Great,” Rodney muttered pulling the cover off his soup. “Oh no,” his body jerked to the side of the bed.
Sheppard sat on the edge of the bed rubbing Rodney’s back. “This is why you’re not getting released today.”
“I hope you feel better soon, Rodney,” Elizabeth stood next to her friend while waiting for Marc to finish getting dressed.
Rodney was resting his head on Sheppard’s shoulder who was sitting on the edge of the bed. "I think he's sleeping," John whispered.
“Good luck,” she winked at John who grinned.
“We need a vacation,” Marc said to Elizabeth a few minutes later as she walked with him out of the infirmary.