Undercover Maths (SGA/SPN)
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tari_rooAuthor: me
Disclaimer: The usual
Summary: for dolimir_k's prompt on the Ficlet meme fill. She wanted: Marine!Dean has been assigned to protect Rodney. The kid is smarter than he looks and intrigues the scientist.
AN: AU for SPN (Marine!Dean with no explanation as to why and how)
“You! Over here, now!”
Rodney snapped his fingers at some random Marine and stared at his tablet. The equations weren’t quite making sense, something was off.
“You snapped, sir?”
Without looking up, McKay motioned to his right and said, “Stand over there... no there! Yes, good.” The bulk of the jarhead was enough to block the overly harsh rays of the alien sun overhead. In the newly created shade, the tablet screen was more visible and hopefully the equations would start making more sense again.
Seconds ticked by and Rodney frowned, tapping the screen of the tablet in irritation, wishing for a pen and paper. “You forgot to carry the one.”
Huffing, Rodney snapped, “This isn’t remedial long division, Private, its...”
An audacious finger, knuckle scabbed and red, interrupted him by tapping the relevant section of the equation and Rodney’s ire at being interrupted by a moron, morphed into embarrassed indignation (mostly at himself). Private Moron was right.
“Shit!” Rodney exclaimed and made the correction, scowling fiercely at the result – which was now making sense. “Son of a ...”
“You’re welcome, sir.”
The Private’s tone, all smug and pleased, had Rodney turning his baleful glare from screen to Marine. Ridiculous lips, fine profile and were those... freckles? “What? Are you some MIT reject that failed dismally to get into NASA and joined the army and lucked out with the Stargate programme?”
Private Ridiculous Lips smiled, “Something like that, sir. And it’s Sergeant Winchester.”
Glaring more, if that was possible, moving the burn from scorching to nuclear, Rodney humphed, “Winchester, really? Isn’t that a little... ironic, or karmic, or something?”
“I don’t know what you mean, sir.”
“Sure, sure,” McKay muttered, returning the nuclear glare to the tablet screen and exclaiming, “So, MIT flunk out or not?”
“Not, sir.”
“Idiot savant?”
“If you say so, sir.”
“Lucky guess?”
“Probably, sir.”
“Mensa member?”
“Hell no, sir.”
Rodney pursed his lips, looked up in mock dismay, his ire over the equation gone, but the mystery of the genius Marine far more intriguing, or in this case, annoying. “Closet jock mathlete who never applied himself and thinks it’s funny getting one over on the geeks?”
Sergeant Winchester’s smile was iridescent and McKay rolled his eyes, “Got it in one, sir.”
“Enough with all the ‘sirring’ its getting on my nerves,” McKay grumbled.
“Yes, sir.”
“Ok, ok, smarty pants. Let’s go – prime or not prime. 86549987?”
sga*spn*sga*spn
“Colonel, sir?’
Sheppard looked up from his PSP at Lieutenant Marks and quirked an eyebrow of query.
“Dr McKay is badgering my Marines again. Well, just one this time,” Marks replied but didn’t seem too upset. In fact, he looked downright pleased with himself and that worried Sheppard. Twisting on the log so he could check on McKay, who was supposed to be figuring out how to get the DHD to dial home remotely from his tablet. Judging by McKay’s expression, a familiar one, the one he got when he’d found something really interesting in a completely unexpected place, there was no work being done on DHD remote activation.
Sighing, Sheppard hauled himself up, sharing an amused look with Marks. “Somehow I think it’s less badgering and more recruiting, huh, Marks?”
“Either way, Colonel, I’m concerned.”
Snorting, John shook his head, “I totally buy that.”
As Sheppard approached, Rodney’s strident vocal aerobics became understandable and it seemed it wasn’t so much an argument, but a debate over ‘pure’ mathematics vs applied.
“There is no way in hell that Batman could actually create a grappling hook with the strength to support his, Robin’s and the Joker’s weight!” McKay was waving his hands around, tablet forgotten on the ground, an errant wrapper from a powerbar fluttering in the blue grass. Stretching down, Sheppard caught the paper and buried a smile as Sergeant Winchester replied, “Dude, he’s Batman. Of course he can.”
Flapping hands nearly hit Sheppard, who stepped back in time, as Rodney exclaimed, “What did I just say about tensile strength and the pure goddamn physics of it all!”
Winchester though had realised that his CO was in earshot of any further debate and nodded at Sheppard even as he said, “You also said Superman would kill Lois if he caught her in mid-flight and clearly he doesn’t. Sir.”
McKay, oblivious to their mini-audience, went red in the face and exclaimed, “In reality, he would! Man of Steel! Soft human flesh! Meet in mid-air! Basic physics!”
“Rodney?” Sheppard decided to interject before McKay launched into the whole ‘Flash would be naked all the time’ theory for the umpteenth time. “What?” Rodney spluttered, whirling on Sheppard. John just stared at him, eyebrow raised Teal’c style and McKay bristled for a moment, before deflating. “Fine, fine, back to work.” McKay picked up his tablet, glared some more at Sheppard and muttered, “Damn slave driver...”
Satisfied, Sheppard shot Winchester a warning look too, but the Sergeant seemed unrepentant, judging by his grin. “And Rodney, stop using my Marines as sunshades.”
Rodney’s reply was non-verbal and in a comic book, a literal death ray. As Marks ordered Winchester back to watching the perimeter, Sheppard heard him say sotto, meant only for Winchester, “What did I say about getting the geeks all riled up, Winchester?”
“Not to, sir.”
“Well?”
“Couldn’t help it, sir.”
McKay, the faker, was pretending not to listen in too, and nearly choked on his own spit when Winchester concluded, “He was going to send us back to Atlantis in itty bitty pieces, sir”
“I was not!” McKay reported, eyes bugging out, just a little.
Unphased by the diminutive balding fury, Winchester turned and deadpanned, “You 100% sure of that, Dr McKay?”
Surprisingly enough, McKay actually checked his tablet, scowled, tapped an app and then paled as the old equation rolled by. Stammering in denial, Rodney sputtered, “I would have figured it out before we actually went through again!” McKay shot Sheppard a worried, sheepish glance and John sighed, and pressed his hand into his eyes.
“Marks?”
“Yes, sir?”
“Leave Winchester here. Winchester?”
“Yes, sir?”
“Wrangle him for me, please.”
“I do not need ‘wrangling!’”
“My pleasure, sir.”
Sheppard left the stormy cloud of hellbent ire behind with its strapping hidden genius and went back to his log. Normally he would have stayed and kept Rodney on track and away from altering wormhole theory, but he was so tired, they’d probably end up rewiring the Stargate for HBO, or something.
“Wipe that ridiculous smirk off your face, Winchester! And Sheppard, don’t think I’ll forget this!”
Sheppard wasn’t scared, ... not really. Ok, maybe a little.
Fin
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Date: 2011-08-15 01:09 pm (UTC)This is not a free for all, people! *points Rodney's fingers at you both*
I refuse to be inspired!
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Date: 2011-08-15 03:53 pm (UTC)*wanders off to go help Dean poke another
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Date: 2011-08-16 06:22 am (UTC)Thanks poppet!
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Date: 2011-08-16 02:20 am (UTC)I earned the nickname of "devilwoman, thrower of bunnies" honestly. Sorry.
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Date: 2011-08-16 06:23 am (UTC)Right, and your Mal icon is too cute! :)
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Date: 2011-08-15 12:35 pm (UTC)*runs off to finish her own prompt*
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Date: 2011-08-15 12:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-15 12:50 pm (UTC)Your Rodney and Dean voice is perfect! One sentence in and I could hear the two of them "debating" and Dean pointing out the mistakes? Great!
Also this sentence: “And Rodney, stop using my Marines as sunshades.” *bawahahahah* *wipes tears*
Thank you very much for this fic! :)
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Date: 2011-08-15 01:10 pm (UTC)I can't seem to stop annoying Rodney via Dean... its just ... awesome! :)
Thanks m'dear
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Date: 2011-08-15 01:03 pm (UTC)“Leave Winchester here. Winchester?”
“Yes, sir?”
“Wrangle him for me, please.”
“I do not need ‘wrangling!’”
“My pleasure, sir.”
Rodney wrangling - it's a necessary skill for all Atlantis marines!!! And as for Rodney using the marines as sunshades and Sheppard's comment about it, totally cracked me up too!! :D :D :D
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Date: 2011-08-15 01:21 pm (UTC)I figured Rodney would consider the Marines handy for many things - paper weights, wind shelters, manual labour, etc.
Thanks for the comment! :)
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Date: 2011-08-15 01:31 pm (UTC)I figured Rodney would consider the Marines handy for many things - paper weights, wind shelters, manual labour, etc.
LOL!! Yep, that sounds like Rodney!!! :D :D
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Date: 2011-08-15 08:09 pm (UTC)Thanks!
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Date: 2011-08-16 06:19 am (UTC)esp for the prompt idea :)
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Date: 2011-08-15 10:19 pm (UTC)Course, I want more...teehee!
Thank you for writing my prompt!!!
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Date: 2011-08-16 06:21 am (UTC)More? O.o
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Date: 2011-08-16 06:28 am (UTC)Thanks! (as always :))
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Date: 2011-08-16 06:29 am (UTC)Thanks! :)
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Date: 2011-08-16 03:04 am (UTC)Thanks for the smile! :D
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Date: 2011-08-16 06:30 am (UTC)You are most welcome! :)
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Date: 2011-08-16 06:36 am (UTC)Some people play RPGs, Dean plays RTG (Rile the Geek) to pass the time.
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Date: 2011-08-16 06:40 am (UTC)Ah, Dean. How we love you! :)
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Date: 2011-08-17 08:28 am (UTC)You are most welcome, thank you for the comment!
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Date: 2011-11-05 10:39 am (UTC)There may be more, just not any time soon.
Thanks again
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Date: 2013-01-20 03:15 pm (UTC)Thanks!
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