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khriskinTITLE: Evil Twins, Schrödinger's Coffee, and the Better Parts of Valor
FANDOM: Stargate Atlantis
LENGTH: 315 words
MOOD/RATING: Silly/PG
SUMMARY: I blame my Silly!Muse. I blame her a lot. Spoilers for McKay and Mrs. Miller although very very minor spoilers.
"It isn't fair, how did I end up being the evil twin?" Rodney slumped in his chair glaring across the room at his newly arrived alternate reality self.
"Wait, backup, how did we end up on Good and Evil." Rod checked the empty coffee pot for the second time in five minutes, apparently hoping for Schrödinger's coffee. "Can't I just be the cute twin?"
"Cute?" Rodney blinked.
"Dashing then." Rod dug around in the coffee supplies until he found a fresh bag. "I can be the dashing twin and you can be--"
"The neurotic one apparently."
"I was going to say the smart one, but right now neurotic sounds good. " Rod coaxed the overworked coffee pot into a new cycle and hummed happily at the machine as it burbled.
There was a moment's pause as Rodney's brain caught up with his ears. "Wait, did you just say I'm the smart twin?"
"Well you certainly aren't dashing." Rod grinned at his double, that same annoying smirk that Sheppard had made famous.
"Why are smart and dashing suddenly opposites?" Rodney frowned. "I can be dashing and smart you know." In theory. He hadn't every really tried being dashing, but how hard could it be? Apparently you only needed to parrot Sheppard and suddenly everyone was your friend. It was a dangerous precedent, come to think of it. What if everyone started acting like John? He'd go mad.
"Mmm."
He wasn't about to take patronizing hums from his sister, much less an Evil Twin. "And do you have to do that thing with your hair?" Rodney waved an annoyed hand towards the ruffled mess that adorned his alter self.
"What thing?"
"That Sheppard thing"
"You do get the concept of dashing, right?"
Rodney declined to answer. Silence was the better part of valor or something suitably warlike. Besides, he was pretty sure he still remembered the formula for Nair...
"STARGATE ATLANTIS", "STARGATE SG1" and other related entities are owned, (TM) and © by MGM TELEVISION and DOUBLE SECRET PRODUCTION in association with GEKKO FILMS and THE SCIFI CHANNEL. All rights reserved. No copyright infringement is intended nor implied.
Technorati tags: writing | fan fiction | fantasy | stargate atlantis | the unforgotten country | fanfic
FANDOM: Stargate Atlantis
LENGTH: 315 words
MOOD/RATING: Silly/PG
SUMMARY: I blame my Silly!Muse. I blame her a lot. Spoilers for McKay and Mrs. Miller although very very minor spoilers.
"It isn't fair, how did I end up being the evil twin?" Rodney slumped in his chair glaring across the room at his newly arrived alternate reality self.
"Wait, backup, how did we end up on Good and Evil." Rod checked the empty coffee pot for the second time in five minutes, apparently hoping for Schrödinger's coffee. "Can't I just be the cute twin?"
"Cute?" Rodney blinked.
"Dashing then." Rod dug around in the coffee supplies until he found a fresh bag. "I can be the dashing twin and you can be--"
"The neurotic one apparently."
"I was going to say the smart one, but right now neurotic sounds good. " Rod coaxed the overworked coffee pot into a new cycle and hummed happily at the machine as it burbled.
There was a moment's pause as Rodney's brain caught up with his ears. "Wait, did you just say I'm the smart twin?"
"Well you certainly aren't dashing." Rod grinned at his double, that same annoying smirk that Sheppard had made famous.
"Why are smart and dashing suddenly opposites?" Rodney frowned. "I can be dashing and smart you know." In theory. He hadn't every really tried being dashing, but how hard could it be? Apparently you only needed to parrot Sheppard and suddenly everyone was your friend. It was a dangerous precedent, come to think of it. What if everyone started acting like John? He'd go mad.
"Mmm."
He wasn't about to take patronizing hums from his sister, much less an Evil Twin. "And do you have to do that thing with your hair?" Rodney waved an annoyed hand towards the ruffled mess that adorned his alter self.
"What thing?"
"That Sheppard thing"
"You do get the concept of dashing, right?"
Rodney declined to answer. Silence was the better part of valor or something suitably warlike. Besides, he was pretty sure he still remembered the formula for Nair...
"STARGATE ATLANTIS", "STARGATE SG1" and other related entities are owned, (TM) and © by MGM TELEVISION and DOUBLE SECRET PRODUCTION in association with GEKKO FILMS and THE SCIFI CHANNEL. All rights reserved. No copyright infringement is intended nor implied.
Technorati tags: writing | fan fiction | fantasy | stargate atlantis | the unforgotten country | fanfic
