Teyla left shortly after Todd to clean up and look in on Torren, so Sheppard and Rogue decided to pass a little time with a stroll through the city. Sheppard pointed out where some of the more daring adventures had occurred during his years in Pegasus, while Rogue laughed and recounted some of her own experiences with the X-Men.
It might not have been the best idea to tell Sheppard that she was essentially part of a superhero team back on her Earth. She could have sworn she saw that look in his eyes intensify, and that wasn't good for anyone.
She was about to steer the conversation in another direction when the universe decided to laugh at her. At the same moment Sheppard was radioed that he was needed in another part of the city, Rodney rounded the corner, his expression brightening at the sight of her.
Sheppard had the nerve to look a little sheepish as he quickly backed away from her. "Sorry, duty calls," he told her before jogging off and leaving her to her fate.
By the time Todd would happen upon them, she'd already answered eighteen progressively nosy questions and she'd come up with six ways she could make Rodney's falling off the nearby balcony look like an accident. She was working on number seven when McKay finally took things a step too far.
"Rodney, my sex life is none of your business!" She shouldn't have been shocked by his question, but she was. Had it been Todd or even Dr. Beckett, she would have been just fine, but Rodney? Hell no.
"I'm only asking for purely scientific reasons," he countered, barely grasping why she was having a problem with this question when she'd so readily answered the others. "If you were to become impregnated, would the child have the same abilities as you, or would they have a simple immunity? The means of conception--"
"Rodney!" This time her voice was practically made of steel. She was beginning to become genuinely angry with the scientist, and cracked ribs or not, she had absolutely no problem giving him his own injury to get him out of her hair.
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It might not have been the best idea to tell Sheppard that she was essentially part of a superhero team back on her Earth. She could have sworn she saw that look in his eyes intensify, and that wasn't good for anyone.
She was about to steer the conversation in another direction when the universe decided to laugh at her. At the same moment Sheppard was radioed that he was needed in another part of the city, Rodney rounded the corner, his expression brightening at the sight of her.
Sheppard had the nerve to look a little sheepish as he quickly backed away from her. "Sorry, duty calls," he told her before jogging off and leaving her to her fate.
By the time Todd would happen upon them, she'd already answered eighteen progressively nosy questions and she'd come up with six ways she could make Rodney's falling off the nearby balcony look like an accident. She was working on number seven when McKay finally took things a step too far.
"Rodney, my sex life is none of your business!" She shouldn't have been shocked by his question, but she was. Had it been Todd or even Dr. Beckett, she would have been just fine, but Rodney? Hell no.
"I'm only asking for purely scientific reasons," he countered, barely grasping why she was having a problem with this question when she'd so readily answered the others. "If you were to become impregnated, would the child have the same abilities as you, or would they have a simple immunity? The means of conception--"
"Rodney!" This time her voice was practically made of steel. She was beginning to become genuinely angry with the scientist, and cracked ribs or not, she had absolutely no problem giving him his own injury to get him out of her hair.