Aliens. And clones. And mpreg. Trust me, it gets worse from here...

[moonlettuce]

I appear to have written my first SG:A. And it's alien!clone!Mpreg. Go figure.

Untitled.
By me.

"I'm not watching this," McKay declared, hands over his eyes and humming loudly to block out the groaning coming from in front of the Stargate.

Weir placed a hand on his arm, placatingly. "Just remember Rodney, he's doing this for the good of the human race."

"Aye," nodded Beckett. "We need more people with the ATA gene and this is the easiest way to go about it."

Rodney sighed. It was easy for them to say that. After all, they weren't the one who now had *two* John Sheppards living with them. And it was only going to get worse once Johnny got pregnant. He could almost hear it now. "Rodney, my back's sore," and "Rodney, can I have a foot rub," and "Rodney, go to the kitchen and get me some pickled gerkins and chocolate sauce." He paused, the mental image associated with John and chocolate sauce bringing a smile to his face.

"Dr McKay?"

"What?" He turned to Elizabeth.

"You were... grinning." It wasn't clear if her tone was concerned or nervous.

"Just thinking about something," McKay replied, sliding his fingers apart slightly and still not watching as the two Johns continued to lick and nibble at each other for the sake of humanity.

Nope, he shifted as his trousers started to become too tight for comfort. Not watching at all.

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And now I'm blaming alyse entirely, because it was one of her posts that started all of this. Although munchkinott had more than a hand in it *grin*