skidmo_fic

Title: Captain Kirk and Dr. McCoy
Rating: PG
Pairing: Beckett/Sheppard pre-slash
Spoilers: The Tower
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me...sadly
Feedback: yes, please.
Summary: Captain Kirk is the TV character John Sheppard plays in real life.
Author’s Notes: written for the

gatecreation episodes challenge.

It was a long running joke amongst the original members of the Atlantis expedition that, with or without any effort on his part, Col. Sheppard was the Captain Kirk of the Pegasus galaxy.

It was not a reputation that John actively cultivated.

So when he and his team returned from the tower planet (which John had decided really needed a better name than P4X-829, and briefly wished, as he often did, that Ford were there to suggest some horrendous name so that John could at least see the designation as the lesser of two evils), John did his best to leave out the whole Mara incident during the debriefing.

As usual, though, his attempt to be discrete was derailed when Elizabeth asked, “Wait, I’m sorry, Colonel, what was she doing in your room again?”

McKay snorted behind his hand, and John promised himself he’d find a way to make the physicist pay for that. “Well, she...um...she came to talk to me about something.”

“About what, Colonel?”

“She, uh, wanted to make sure the quarters were to my liking.”

There was no attempt to hide the snort this time, and it was joined by a chuckle from Beckett and a grin from Ronon. Only Teyla kept her face studiously blank.

“And were they, Colonel?” Damnit, even Elizabeth was smirking.

“Oh please,” McKay cut in.

John shot him a look of warning, trying to convey So help me, McKay, if you say one word, I swear I’ll wake you up at 0430 every day for the next month to go running with me with his eyes, but apparently failing miserably.

“Did you have something to add, Dr. McKay,” Elizabeth asked, one eyebrow raised in curiousity.

“She wanted to see if his genes were to her liking.”

Elizabeth’s eyebrows both rose at this, and she was still smirking, damn her. “What do you mean, Rodney?”

Beckett cut in this time. “It seems their entire governmental structure is based on possession of the ATA gene. The colonel has it much stronger than anyone on the planet has for over three centuries. The Lord Protector promised Mara that if she could get the colonel to marry her, he would pass the throne on to her when she died.”

“So she came to propose to you?” John didn’t have to see Elizabeth’s face to know she was lookly directly at him.

“Yeah, something like that.”

John was really going to have to work on breaking McKay of this snorting habit. And the eye rolling habit.

“Rodney?” Though her face was all cool diplomatic leader, her voice betrayed her amusement, and she never took her eyes off John.

“She came to propose something all right. But it wasn’t exactly marriage.”

“What do you mean?” To her credit, Elizabeth tried to hide the smile behind a graceful hand, but John could see the crinkles around her eyes.

“Like I said, she wanted to test out his genes. Maybe take a sample of some of his DNA?”

The rest of the debriefing went downhill from there, and John had just about had enough when he stomped his way to the infirmary for his post-mission physical.

Carson did a fairly good job of keeping the teasing down to a minimal level throughout the physical, but as John was gathering his gear to head back to his quarters, the doctor pulled him aside and said, in a conspiratorial whisper, “You know, son, if you have the urge to give out samples of your DNA again, as your doctor, I’d appreciate it if you’d come to me first.” He winked at John and left him standing there gaping after the retreating form, clutching his jacket loosely in his hand.

Huh, maybe there’s something to this whole Kirk thing after all.

fin