Title: Sneaking Out...
Author: KellethMetheus
Spoilers: None really.
Category: Gen
Summary: McKay is hurt, bored and hungry, chaos ensues.
Disclaimer: Not mine and I'll put them back when the Muse runs out, maybe.
Warnings: none

Beta: Thanks to Iniysa for betaing this for me.

Challenge: Screen cap challenge Rodney and Carson. The pic is up on my profile go take a look if you.

I roll over on to my stomach and stare up at the wall, but it hasn't changed at all in the last hour. I sigh and turnover onto my side bunching up my pillow as I try to find a comfortable position. I lay there with my eyes closed willing sleep to come but it doesn't.

How can I, when, this was the worst day of my life. I mean, I've worked with these people for almost two years. I didn't think they would forget, not after they remembered last year. I thought this was where I belong, but now I'm not sure.

My wound aches slightly, but that isn't the only thing that's keeping me awake. Oh, no it's one of the twenty things on my mind! Sam Carter's face appears randomly in my head. Sigh, she is beautiful and smart… not as smart as me mind you…that's twenty-one things clogging my brain now!'

I repeat the whole process of rolling over and trying to get comfortable, hoping that this time, the eighth time, it'll work. I can feel myself getting frustrated. Finally, I kick off the covers and stand up, as much as I can, that is with a painful hole in my butt and layers of gauze covering it. Running my hands through my thinning hair, only adds to the heavy thoughts on my mind. That's thought number twenty-two, thank you very much. Sigh.

Getting to my feet, I awkwardly pace the small confines of my private room trying to work through the problem that is plaguing me. There's a slight chill in the room and I grab my ratty blue bathrobe. Sometimes it helps me to think, it was the last birthday present I got from Jeannie, before we had the big fight and parted ways.

Not seeing any solution to it I turn my thoughts to something I can deal with, food. I really want some food, maybe a Poutine. It'll help me relax and focus my thoughts to formulate the idea that's just out of my reach. The problem is I'm not in my own room but a recovery room in the infirmary.

On the other side of the room, Sheppard is sleeping like a baby, which annoys me even more. It's his fault that I'm in here and it's just not fair that he's sleeping, while I'm awake.

It was supposed to be an easy mission, a quick visit to a peaceful little village to see if they had spare food to trade. I wanted to stay behind and work on a theory that I've been hatching, but no, Sheppard dragged me away telling me I can't have it both ways. I'm either in the field or in the lab. I couldn't tell him that I wanted to just stay home because it was my birthday and relax, so off I went.

Well as usual, it all went south. It happened when they saw Teyla. Somehow one of the villagers had found out about her power to hear the Wraith and decided she was too dangerous. Then to make things worse, they decided to kill her. We closed ranks around her and moved slowly back toward the gate.

It was a mad dash through a scrubby little forest. The whole way I was slapped in the face or scratched by low hanging branches and tripped by large roots. I don't want to count the time that Ronan hauled me to my feet after finding myself sprawled face down in the dirt.

The finally, we reached the gate and Teyla ran through first. Then I see Ronan jumping at me knocking me into the wormhole. Sheppard gets shot in the shoulder and I get it in the gluteus maximus and it hurt. I mean the arrow hurt but this was even worse.

Several hours of surgery later to dig out the bullet, here I am starving and forgotten.

I stick my head out the door to see who is in the main portion of the infirmary and am dismayed to see Carson sitting right there waiting for something like this, doesn't the man ever sleep?

I know just where to find all the excellent food and it's not here in this room or anywhere close by. I'm starving, I'm so hungry I feel like I haven't had a descent meal for a week. I quickly pull my head back in before Carson can see me. Ideas and ways to cause a diversion spin around in my mind, causing the gears already spinning in my mind to kick into high gear. After all if I can think of a way to save Atlantis and execute it just before I die a horrible death, I can get myself out of the infirmary.

It's 0300 hours and I know once I get out of the infirmary, I should be home free. There shouldn't be many people in the hallways to give me away. Most of Atlantis knows that I'm stuck in the infirmary because I got shot in the butt. They're already laughing at me I'm sure and I know that if I get caught; they'll be laughing all the more.

From under my pillow I grab my headset and I call in my marker. If I'm going to get my Poutine, I'm going need help. Ronan owes me and if I promise him some of the spoils he just might help me out

I use the headset and whisper, "Ronan."

On the other side of the room Sheppard stirs and I freeze, but he doesn't wake and I call out again. "Ronan, are you there?"

There is silence and then a sleepy grunt. "What-?"

"Ronan, I need you're help. I'm hungry-"

This time there's a snort. "Then eat. I'm sleeping."

I can feel my frustration level rising. Ronan owes me, but I can see I may have to add some incentive. "You know how you wanted to teach me to fight. Well you help me get to the Commissary and I'll let you, three sessions. Plus I'll leave you some fries."

Again there is silence and I begin to wonder if he's gone back to sleep. "Five and you have a deal."

I want to argue but my stomach rumbles loudly reminding me that I really am hungry." I sigh and agree. "You have five minutes or the deals off."

"Be there in three and I'll hold you to this, Mckay."

I lean back against the wall to wait, in the meantime I can only hope that my stomach doesn't wake up Sheppard.