Log; Ongoing

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When; 4/21/08
Rating; PG-13 at Least
Characters; McKay drcitrusallergy and Cadman bohica_apu
Summary; SG:A members reunite!
Log; Rodney walks into apartment 15 and sighs. "Please tell me the other people that live here are sane."

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Cadman laughs, ignoring the pain it causes when her split lip starts to bleed sluggishly again.

"Sorry, McKay. Reeve may fit your criteria, but Yuffie... well, I think I'll try an' keep you two apart for a bit."

She offers McKay a smile, well aware she looks like a particularly vindictive Mack truck ran her over a few dozen times.

"Good t' see you, McKay."

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"Oh dear god," McKay says. He stares in disbelief.

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Cadman resists the urge to self-consciously raise a hand to her face.

"Oh, shut up, McKay." Said without heat. "Ain't as bad as it looks, I told you."

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"Yes, and I know for a fact that when people say that they are lying," McKay says.

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"Callin' me a liar, McKay?" She grins. "Ain't too nice a' you, Doc."

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"Yes, I am," McKay says. "You have a first aid kit, yes?"

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"..."

Cadman shakes her head, grins again. "Least you're honest about it."

She shrugs. "Somewhere 'round here, yeah. Last I checked, was in the bathroom, under the sink."

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"Keller would be freaking out if she saw you like this," McKay says.

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And right there, flirting mood suddenly dampened. She'd worked with Keller at the SGC and on Atlantis, spent time with her, liked her, but the idea of anyone taking over Carson's job... well. It just didn't sit right.

She shrugs, her tone slightly clipped. "Yeah, well. Keller ain't here, is she?"

She stands, stretches. "I'll get the kit."

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"...I'm not fixing you up," McKay says. "I... you know me and blood."

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Cadman nods, laughs a bit, McKay's familiar bluster easing away her tension over the mention of Keller. "Yeah, I know. All you need t' do is hand me things, promise." She rolls her eyes. "Ain't much I can do with jus' a goddamned household first aid kit, anyway. Might have t' head by th' clinic an' bother Martha later."

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"What happened?" McKay asks.

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Cadman bites her lip, searching for an answer that McKay would understand. Finally, she just shrugs and offers, "Friend was in a bad place, needed an outlet; an' I was there. Got knocked around a bit in th' process."

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"...that's moronic," McKay says.

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Cadman laughs, then spreads her arms and shrugs expressively. "Been told that, yeah. Don't change anythin'."

She sighs. "McKay, about earlier..." A beat, as she tries to figure out what to say, and how to say it. "Were you fuckin' with me? You've never... well, it's not like you ever seemed too interested, back home."

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"I was... flustered," McKay says. "I didn't mean to say anything."

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Hmmm. Not quite an answer, that.

Cadman cocks her head, moves slowly closer to where Rodney's sitting, putting an extra swing in her hips for his benefit.

"Ain't exactly an answer, McKay. Didn't ask if you meant t' say it; asked if you meant it."

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"Can we talk about this when you're not bleeding?" McKay says. "Or do you plan on bleeding all the time?"

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"...And that implies, McKay, that we got somethin' t' talk about."

Cadman places a knee on either side of Rodney's lap, straddling him- thank Christ for the painkillers she snatched from Jack's place, because without 'em she'd be a whimpering ball of pain on the floor after that move- and leans in, grinning widely. "Come on, McKay, level with me."

So sue her, Rodney McKay was hot. All the brains and the solid body, stronger than he knew. (She may have... experimented a bit, while she was trapped in his head. What, like any girl wouldn't. McKay's a damn good looking man, and who in their right mind gives up a chance to try out the opposite plumbing, as it were, first hand? Come on.)

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"You are an attractive woman," McKay says. "When you don't look like a bomb survivor."

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A quick smile, self-satisfied and, okay, kind of smug. "You sayin' you think I'm pretty, McKay?"

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"That's what I just said," McKay says.

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Cadman grinned and dropped a light kiss on Rodney's lips. "Such a sweet talker, McKay. Careful or you'll turn my head with those fancy words a' yours, baby."

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Rodney squirmed a bit. "Can we do this when you're not all..." He gestured and made a unpleasant noise.

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Cadman raised an eyebrow. "I'm all what, McKay?" She sighed. "You're seriously this bothered by me bein' a little banged up?"

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"Yes, actually, I am," McKay said. "I don't want to... aggravate anything."

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Cadman blinked down at McKay. "That's... sweet, I think. Totally misguided an' backwards, but sweet." She shook her head, then dropped another kiss on the downturned corner of McKay's mouth.

"Ain't like I'm lookin' for anythin'... athletic, t'night." She smiles down at McKay again, less amused and more... well, not that she'll admit it, but 'tender' would probably work here. "Jus' a kiss'd be nice, for now."

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"A kiss?" McKay says, as if no one has ever proposed this idea to him EVER.

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Cadman nods, smothers a smile. "A kiss, McKay. You know, put your lips together an' so on?"

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"I thought that was whistling," McKay says.

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Cadman grins, laughs. "Concept's 'bout th' same, baby mine."

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"I don't think this is appropriate between work colleagues," McKay says, tugging at his collar.

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Cadman grins. "McKay, first a' all, even if we were back on Atlantis- which we ain't- I'm military and you're the CSO; ain't exactly 'colleagues', as you were always so fond a' reminding th' grunts. Second a' all, we ain't exactly workin' together anymore, if you hadn't noticed."

She places a hand on McKay's chin and tilts it up, forcing him to look her in the eye. "Now, you can jus' spit out what's buggin' you, or I can pester you more. Your choice, baby."

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"Nothing is bugging me," McKay says. "I merely don't think it appropriate to talk about something like this when a woman is vulnerable."

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"...Vulnerable?"

Cadman blinks, actually surprised into silence for a moment.

"...McKay, you're kidding me, right?"

She sighs, and reaches a hand up from its resting place on McKay's shoulder and lightly slaps him across the back of the head.

"McKay, you moron, I'm a little banged up, not brain damaged. I'm a Marine; this is business as usual for me, an' you know it."

She rolls her eyes and kisses McKay's forehead affectionately. "So your chivalry is appreciated, but also completely ridiculous."

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"It's not... chivalry," McKay says. "Seriously, can we just move on. Please?"

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Cadman grins and settles into his lap more firmly, derailing any plans McKay might have of moving her.

"Nope." A quick grin. "Come on, McKay. Have I ever given up a chance to needle you?"

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McKay sighs. "No."

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Cadman grins. "An' if I ever do, you might wanna get me checked out by a doc." An eyebrow quirk. "So if it isn't chivalry, what is it?" She bounces slightly, then singsongs, "Not gonna let you up until you te-ell me..."

So McKay brings out her not-so-hidden inner twelve year old. Sue her.

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"I'm tired," McKay says. "And we're lost in a strange place."

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Cadman shrugs, then sighs, and after one last kiss to McKay's forehead- this one a little apologetic, if he cares to read into it- she moves carefully off his lap to sit on the couch next to him, pressing their legs together.

"You'll be okay, McKay. An' hey, ain't so bad once you get settled in."

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"I just... I don't want to seem like I'm latching on because things have gone strange," McKay says.