Peek-a-Boo (G)
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skidmo_ficTitle: Peek-a-Boo
Rating: G
Pairing: Zelenka/Chuck
Spoilers: The Siege, pt. 3
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me...sadly
Feedback: yes, please.
Summary: Exhaustion sets in after the siege.
Author’s Notes: written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
gatecreation episodes challenge. This is a companion piece to We’re Very Careful, but it is not necessary to read that one first. This fic also marks the first one in this challenge to be written for an episode that I have only seen once and don’t actually have access to. I hope you will all forgive me if, from this point on, I’m a little sketchy on the details.
It was hard to believe it had really been that simple. A child’s trick, really. They had played hide and seek with the Wraith, and they had won. The Wraith had given up and gone away.
As Radek felt his body weakening, crashing down from his stimulant and adrenalin high, he began to laugh. He thought of how humorous it would have been if, after setting off the warhead and hiding the city, they had uncloaked it for just a second, then recloaked again, changing the game from hide and seek to peek-a-boo.
He was on his way to his quarters for the sleep Beckett had adamantly insisted he get when the thought struck him. Soon he was laughing so hard that he had to sit down in the middle of the corridor.
Folding his legs beneath him, he lowered himself to the floor, threw back his head and laughed. Somewhere inside he knew that he looked like a madman, hair flying every which way, cackling maniacally, but he just couldn’t stop. He had this vision of the Wraith as a small baby, wrapped in a pastel blanket, and McKay standing over them, face hidden behind his hands, emerging periodically to grin and say, “Peek-a-boo!”
He didn’t know how long he had been sitting there, overwhelmed with his laughter and the vivid picture in his mind, but after some time, Chuck found him.
The Canadian sat down next to him, clearly on his own crashdown. Chuck looked quizzically at Radek before asking, “What’s so funny, Dr. Z.?”
Radek was laughing so hard that he couldn’t answer. So he just looked at Chuck, hid his face behind his hands and peered out over them, managing enough air to whimper, “Peek-a-boo,” before collapsing into giggles again.
It was either a testament to their similar senses of humor or a sign that Chuck was every bit as far gone as Radek that the technician did not even contemplate taking Radek to the infirmary. One look at Radek’s wild eyes and frizzy hair combined with the comical effect of two grown men playing peek-a-boo in the middle of a hallway in Atlantis, and Chuck himself went off into hysterics.
It was definitely a testament to the state of the city in general that no one else stopped, though many people passed them, to see what was wrong. They sat like that, laughing madly for an hour, sometimes regaining their composure just long enough for one of them to put his hands in front of his face and set them both off again.
Eventually, when they were so exhausted that they couldn’t even sit upright without leaning on each other, the laughter died down.
They could never afterwards remember who it was that finally said, “We should probably get some sleep, eh?” But they both agreed it had probably been Chuck.
It was such a logical suggestion that neither man could think of an argument against it. So they both slumped down onto the floor, huddled close for warmth in the cool Atlantean evening, and slept.
fin
Rating: G
Pairing: Zelenka/Chuck
Spoilers: The Siege, pt. 3
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me...sadly
Feedback: yes, please.
Summary: Exhaustion sets in after the siege.
Author’s Notes: written for the
gatecreation episodes challenge. This is a companion piece to We’re Very Careful, but it is not necessary to read that one first. This fic also marks the first one in this challenge to be written for an episode that I have only seen once and don’t actually have access to. I hope you will all forgive me if, from this point on, I’m a little sketchy on the details. It was hard to believe it had really been that simple. A child’s trick, really. They had played hide and seek with the Wraith, and they had won. The Wraith had given up and gone away.
As Radek felt his body weakening, crashing down from his stimulant and adrenalin high, he began to laugh. He thought of how humorous it would have been if, after setting off the warhead and hiding the city, they had uncloaked it for just a second, then recloaked again, changing the game from hide and seek to peek-a-boo.
He was on his way to his quarters for the sleep Beckett had adamantly insisted he get when the thought struck him. Soon he was laughing so hard that he had to sit down in the middle of the corridor.
Folding his legs beneath him, he lowered himself to the floor, threw back his head and laughed. Somewhere inside he knew that he looked like a madman, hair flying every which way, cackling maniacally, but he just couldn’t stop. He had this vision of the Wraith as a small baby, wrapped in a pastel blanket, and McKay standing over them, face hidden behind his hands, emerging periodically to grin and say, “Peek-a-boo!”
He didn’t know how long he had been sitting there, overwhelmed with his laughter and the vivid picture in his mind, but after some time, Chuck found him.
The Canadian sat down next to him, clearly on his own crashdown. Chuck looked quizzically at Radek before asking, “What’s so funny, Dr. Z.?”
Radek was laughing so hard that he couldn’t answer. So he just looked at Chuck, hid his face behind his hands and peered out over them, managing enough air to whimper, “Peek-a-boo,” before collapsing into giggles again.
It was either a testament to their similar senses of humor or a sign that Chuck was every bit as far gone as Radek that the technician did not even contemplate taking Radek to the infirmary. One look at Radek’s wild eyes and frizzy hair combined with the comical effect of two grown men playing peek-a-boo in the middle of a hallway in Atlantis, and Chuck himself went off into hysterics.
It was definitely a testament to the state of the city in general that no one else stopped, though many people passed them, to see what was wrong. They sat like that, laughing madly for an hour, sometimes regaining their composure just long enough for one of them to put his hands in front of his face and set them both off again.
Eventually, when they were so exhausted that they couldn’t even sit upright without leaning on each other, the laughter died down.
They could never afterwards remember who it was that finally said, “We should probably get some sleep, eh?” But they both agreed it had probably been Chuck.
It was such a logical suggestion that neither man could think of an argument against it. So they both slumped down onto the floor, huddled close for warmth in the cool Atlantean evening, and slept.
fin
