Oh, the crack.

[trinityofone]

Beckett: Rodney, I have some bad news.
McKay: Oh, wonderful. What am I dying of this time?
Beckett: You're not--
McKay: Meningitis? Tuberculosis? Avian flu?
Beckett: I can say with confidence that I don't think you're at risk for any of those diseases.
McKay: *folds arms* Oh, and why is that?
Beckett: Because they're human illnesses.
McKay: ...
Beckett: I know it's a shock, but these results seem to indicate that your planet of origin is not, in fact, Earth.
McKay: *sputters* I was born in Toronto, Canada! Last time I checked, that's on Earth!
Beckett: Actually, according to this you were born on Barcelona.
McKay: Barcelona?
Beckett: According to the Ancient database it's a nice little planet where...
McKay: 'The Barcelona McKays...' *faints* *passes out*
Beckett: Well, I suppose he took that rather well.

And...scene!

No, seriously. If you write me alien!McKay, I will...give you a cookie. Or write you something. As long as it's not a paper on Daniel O'Connell; I already have to do one of those...

Comments

*is glee*

[trinityofone.livejournal.com]

Oh my God, I love you SO MUCH right now. Your references were not too vague AT ALL; I was giggling before the end of the first sentence. How much does the world need more SGA/Hitchhiker's crossovers?

T-H-I-S M-U-C-H

And more!

I think I will clean up the Tyk thing and post it for you, even though it is boring. You deserve something, even if it's just a tease.