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Squishy
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Title: Squishy
Author: Ky (Venom_69)
Fandom: Atlantis
Category: Romance, humor
Pairing: John/Elizabeth
Rating: Age Friendly
Summary: “You will ‘squish’ me?”
Archive: My site. Anywhere else, sure, just let me know where so I can come visit.
Disclaimer: Don’t own them, never will. Promise to put them back in the state I found them. Quote isn’t mind either. That was shamelessly stolen from Finding Nemo.
Author’s notes: Written for [info]speckleberry
Date: 30/09/06
Copyright to Venom, 2006

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I shall call him squishy
And he shall be mine
And he shall be my squishy

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"If you do that one more time I'm going to squish you!"

Hermiod tilted his head to the side and blinked. “You will ‘squish’ me?”

“Yes. You are an annoying little… alien and I will squish you if you do not stop throwing them at me.”

“I am not throwing anything at you, Doctor McKay.”

“I can feel them on the back of my head. You’re the only one here and unless you’ve discovered some sort of invisibility ray, it has to be you. Now, as is said, If you do not stop I am going to squish you.”

“Threats are not necessary, Doctor McKay.“

“They are. I am trying to work and you are throwing choc chips at my head. And I suspect that they’re the ones from the red vase in Elizabeth’s office.”

Hermiod stared at the human in front of him. “I have not stolen from Doctor Weir. Nor am I throwing anything at your head.”

“You know what? You think you’re funny. Always muttering, stalking about like you own this ship and now you’re throwing things at me while I try to fix your technology, because you need my help. Well, you know what?” Rodney glared downwards at the Asguard. “I am going to find Doctor Weir and I will tell her that not only are you disrupting my work, but you stole the last of her chocolate supply and then we will see who the real man here is.” Rodney turned and marched out of the control room, calling back over his shoulder before Hermiod could answer, “And I already know that you lot aren’t gender specific!”

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Hermiod couldn’t have been alone for more than a few moments before Doctor McKay returned.

“Oh. My. God.”

He noted the stiff posture that the human held. “Doctor McKay?”

“Me eyes. God, my eyes.”

“You are suffering cornea difficulty?”

“I need bleach. Is the Deadelus stocked with bleach?”

“I am unfamiliar with this substance, Doctor McKay. What is bleach?”

“Or therapy. Therapy would be good right about now. Is there a couch around? I could lie on the couch and you could listen to my problems and offer me insightful platitudes.”

“What purpose would that serve?”

“I don’t know.”

“Were you not searching for Doctor Weir?”

The human moaned miserably. “I found her.”

“Did you speak with her?”

“No.”

What was it with humans and their inability to say what needed to be said without radical hand gestures and facial expressions? “You did not?”

“She was busy.”

“Is she not on leave?”

“She is.” Rodney nodded and then shuddered. “She was with Colonel Sheppard.”

“I was unaware that a meeting was schedule for today. Is our presence required?”

The scientist shook his head vehemently “No. It wasn’t a meeting.”

“What were they doing?”

“He was squishing her!”

Hermiod blinked. Humans!

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