Archive: Please ask first
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Summary: It's the best stocked lab on Atlantis, too bad it doesn’t have anything.
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, Sci-Fi and Gecko do. Just borrowing them for a while. I promise to give them back when I'm done, though I might keep McKay a little longer. ;-)
Author's notes: This one is all Tipper's fault! Sweet little bunny that want all silly in a little discussion we were having earlier today about McKay and Monty Python.
"I need a good ten to fifteen minutes to get this up to the control room and fitted into the interface. Can you keep him here?" Doctor Peter Grodin stared intently at Doctor Rodney McKay.
"Why can't you just tell Kavanagh that it's your little toy and he can't have it?" McKay asked him in bewilderment.
"Because if, he'll find someway to explain it to Elizabeth that his desire to disassemble it will sound make more sense than the string of diagnostics I want to run on it. He's done that to me twice this week already and it's getting annoying," Grodin explained.
"I'll just tell him hands off," McKay said in discussed.
"No," Grodin said. "This is between him and me and I don't want to drag you into the middle of it."
"And how is me delaying him here, not 'dragging me into the middle of it'?"
"Because—" Grodin was at a loss for words for a moment. "It just isn't." They both heard angry voices out in the hall. "Just fifteen...ten minutes. I just need ten minutes!" he said before darting out the door with the device clutched to his chest.
Rodney sigh in annoyance and turned the other door and the very angry scientist blustering in.
"Someone took all the equipment I need out of my lab!" Kavanagh complained. "I need to borrow a few things, do you mind?"
"Not at all," McKay said, pasting on the most agreeable expression he could, suddenly understanding what Grodin was up to.
Kavanagh stared at him. "Do you have a spectrometer?"
"No, sorry," McKay stated.
"Do you have a ohmmeter?"
"Oh," he said, looking around a moment. "Ah, no."
"What kind of lab is this?"
"Best lab in Atlantis."
Kavanagh glared daggers at him. "Life sign detector?"
"No." McKay frowned. "Why do you need one of those?"
"Never mind," Kavanagh said. "How about a pliers?"
"You're deliberately wasting my time, aren't you?"
"Well, that is...you see," McKay sighed. "Yes, I am."
Understanding dawned on the other man's face. "You!" He took off out of the lab muttering something about Grodin.
McKay smiled smugly at himself, checking his watch. Twelve minutes, that should be enough for Peter.