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
speckleberryDate: 30/09/06
Copyright © to Venom, 2006
***
I shall call him squishy
And he shall be mine
And
he shall be my squishy
***
"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!”
***
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!***
End