"It's just a paper cut, Radek. You don't have to take the afternoon off for that!" Rodney stood in the hallway outside Radek's door, looking very annoyed.Radek crossed his arms, wincing at the pressure it put on his bandaged hand. "It is not 'just a paper cut'. It required stitches! Not to mention it was alien paper, so who knows that kind of germs it may have had."
"Okay, see, now you're starting to sound like me."
Radek nodded seriously. "Ano...see, the alien germs are affecting my IQ already."
Rodney glared at him. "Since you've managed to somehow bribe Carson into prescribing an afternoon off --"
"I did not bribe Dr. Beckett!" Radek interrupted.
"Whatever," Rodney said, waving his hand. "Be at the lab early tomorrow so we can start taking apart the machine Bates' team found," he called over his shoulder as he walked away. Radek shook his head and closed the door to his quarters.
"As if I would bribe Dr. Beckett." Radek would not stoop so low. At least, not on his own behalf.
"No, I did," John said from where he sat at Radek's desk. "He's got a fondness for the Athosian nutbread, and I thought you could use the afternoon off."
"Hmph," Radek said as he flopped onto his bed. "You got me into trouble with my boss."
John got up to straddle Radek on the bed. "I can make it up to you," he said with a suggestive grin, picking up Radek's bandaged hand and kissing it.
"I think I may have banged my head, too." Radek gave John a hopeful look.
John laughed and leaned in for a long kiss that was better medicine than anything Carson could prescribe, and much more addicting.