I found a community on livejournal which caters to 100 word McKay centric fics. I just had to join in on the fun, and since occasionally, I get these bizarre ideas for drabbles that involve Rodders, I figured 'Why not? I'll do a series'.

This will be every pairing, every genre, as many as I can possibly fit. Make requests as you see fit. I'll do it all.


Word Count: 100

Prompt: Teeth

Rodney McKay paced around his quarters, a slight bounce in his step as he did so. It wasn't the type of pacing he did when he was nervous, anxious or upset; instead, it was the mildly bouncy pace of a man at the end of his rope.

He had been up for three days straight, pleading with any deity in the universe who was paying attention to grant him the peace he so desired.

Another circuit around the room, that same bounce in his step, that same slight impatience in his voice as he hushed the screaming bundle in his arms.

Oh, how he loathed this thing called 'teething'.