Vroom! (G) [324 words]
Nothing is safe from the hands of scientist, not even at Christmas.
Rodney McKay expertly wove his vehicle through the deadly haphazardly torn landscape. He was mastering this freestyle competition. He could beat anything thrown at him.
"Screeeeeeeech!" Rodney articulated as he brought his Ferrari to a halt.
He sized up the the jagged mountain, covered with green spindles. He could take it. He lined up the tiny car with his fingers on the runway and mumbled under his breath, "Vroom. Vroom."
Then with a startling "VROOM!" he gave the matchbox car a violent push and sent it up the carefully crafted ramp of brightly coloured presents. The car never made it. As it slid back down the ramp towards him, things got worse.
He jumped. Sprung. He turned very slowly to face the dressing gown clad, watch waving owner of the Christmas tree. Elizabeth planted her hands on her hips and sighed. "That was your son's present. Remember?"
"Oh...was it?" Rodney grinned, but knew it wouldn't get him off the hook.
Elizabeth shook her head in amazement. "I wonder about your age, sometimes. Well, I expect that wrapped up again by dawn."
Rodney put on his best puppy dog expression and stood up. He drew his wife into a hug and rubbed her back soothingly. He kissed her neck gently.
"No," Mrs McKay said.
Rodney shot her a hurt look.
"No," she repeated. "I am NOT wrapping it up again."
"Alright. But next year you'll be wrapping them all."
"Oh, Lizbeth..." Rodney grinned sheepishly. "I may have unwrapped John's present too."
"All I want to know is why he gets a jacket and I get a scarf. He's not your husband."
Elizabeth winked very slowly at him and said slyly, "But he doesn't get dessert."
Dracula and Veronika (PG) [671 words]
Rodney thought it would be cool to dress up as Count Dracula...
Among the ghoulish decorations that signalled a certain festivity in the main meeting room of Atlantis, Rodney McKay felt very out of place. Apparently Halloween was not meant for dressing up - at least for the adults anyway. Athosian children from the mainland raced around wearing an assortment of masks - there were a few Wraith ones and even a hockey one.
Rodney glanced at himself and blushed. Count Dracula suddenly wasn't as cool as he used to be. Already comments from people like John Sheppard were driving him out onto the balcony. It was a great place to flee and ponder how to get to his apartment without any more people seeing him.
“Hello blood brother,” a voice greeted in a very well put on Transylvanian accent.
Rodney turned to see a woman dressed in a midnight black vampire costume and adorned in heavy make up, complete with the fangs that he'd failed to procure.
“I thought I was the only one,” he said in relief. “Have we met? I'm – ”
A smile tipped her fangs and she finished for him. "Count Dracula. I am Veronika, pleased to meet you."
“Are you new?” Rodney wanted to know. “I'm sure I'd remember someone like you.”
Someone with those lips, he thought.
Veronika stepped forward and touched his arm, explaining, “I have seen you from afar and wanted to introduce myself.”
Rodney held out his hand to shake, but she daintily rested her hand on top of his. Flustered, he raised their hands to his lips and brushed a kiss on her knuckles.
“Do you, uh, want a drink?” he asked, awkwardly letting go of her hand.
Veronika shook her head. “No, I have already fed upon some blood tonight.”
"Coffee," she corrected with a smirk. “A life source we both enjoy.”
Rodney gave a short, nervous laugh. He babbled, “That's good cause you know for a second there I thought you might actually be a vampire.”
“Well,” she mused quietly, “you are like a vampire because you leech away my sadness.”
Rodney resisted the urge to turn to hide his burning cheeks. He coughed. “I, uh, really have that affect on you?”
“Of course,” Veronika said gravely. “And I would very much like to know more of you. We may meet again.”
Rodney tried not to sound dismayed. “You're going now?”
He obviously failed for her eyes danced.
“I will see you again,” she promised.
At this, Veronika kissed him gently on the lips then playfully bit into his neck. She left the balcony and somehow disappeared into the crowd. Rodney tried to follow, but found his way blocked by party goers.
The next day, everyone was looking a little tired. Rodney had barely slept after his encounter with Veronika and searched every woman's face. He couldn’t find her eyes or lips on anyone. Disgruntled, he stalked the corridors and went into the mess, intent on drowning his sorrows in coffee. He’d been sitting for a few minutes when someone slid into the chair opposite.
Elizabeth Weir had rings under her eyes like everyone else, but she smiled and held up her own coffee mug. Rodney scowled at her.
“I'm not in the mood for pleasantries,” he told her grouchily.
Elizabeth set her mug down. “Good, because neither do I. Rodney, look at me.”
“I am looking at you.”
“Look at my face.”
As Rodney looked, his eyes widened. “Veronika?”
“Guilty as charged.” Elizabeth grinned at him.
Rodney somehow didn't feel surprised as he felt he should. He wrinkled his nose before saying tentatively, “You leach away my sadness too. Do you mind if we have an encore of last night?”
“Not at all.”
Rodney grasped her hand and brought it to his lips.