Late one night in the lab
Rodney and Radek were bent over a problem in the lab. They’d been bickering most of the day and the lab assistants had one by one snuck out to avoid the anger turning on them. They were now completely and utterly alone, the assistants warning everyone to stay away since the two brains of Atlantis were in one of their moods.
“Radek, this isn’t right.” Rodney groaned as he checked Zelenka’s numbers, “You’re rushing again and that’s not going to solve our problem. Do you need to go over these calculations again or do you want me to?” He held up the laptop to Radek and gestured to him.
Radek’s ears burned as steam came out of them, “What do you mean, my numbers? I’ve gone over them at least a dozen times and for your information, prdle, those are not my numbers, those are yours! Check again!”
“What?” Rodney glanced back at the screen, “Oh, those are so not my numbers…see, the percentages are all off when you calculate it this way and I would never make such an egregious error. This is more your speed, hot shot. You calculate things all wonky then we’re stuck for days trying to figure out what makes you tick. Well, I don’t have time for it. It’s ridiculous –”
“You! Jsi hloupý tvrdohlavý trouba a už tě nemůžu vystát! Ty zatracenej hajzle! Myslíš si, že jsi chytřejší než já, když jsi jenom chytrák! No teda, co? To je fakt pecka!
Radek tore off his glasses, flung them on the desk and grasped Rodney’s waving wrists, throwing him into the wall. They stared at each other for half a second breathing heavily when Rodney opened his mouth to speak, Radek plunged in, mouthing him passionately.
