Atlantis fic - "Two Left"

So in September I wrote this for sga_flashfic's Search and Seizure challenge. Dark.

Title: Two Left
Author: WesleysGirl
Rating: PG-13
Characters: McKay, Sheppard

( Two Left )

*Eyes crossing*

So today I did a bunch of little fiddly chores. I filled in a bunch of holes in the walls with spackle (or whatever the hell it's called) and then sanded them and painted them the appropriate colors. These holes were anywhere from a year old or more -- some from when we moved a bookcase that had been screwed to the wall, some from when the boy presumably jammed something hard into the wall, some from when the contractors wrestled the bathtub up the narrow staircase, and one from last night when Mr WG was trying to figure out where to hang the shelf in the newly-painted bathroom.

It took a while to find some of the paint. It was easy to find the pale lilac for the bathroom, since I'd just taken it down to the basement the day before, and the green paint for the kitchen was easy to spot since I'd apparently spilled a whole bunch of it down the side of the paint can. The living room paint was harder to find and, when I did, turned out to be mostly dried up, but since we'd mixed it ourselves out of a variety of colors (it's a grayish sort of blue, possible Colonial) it wasn't like I could go buy some more. I briefly considered trying to mix up something similar from craft paint, then decided that the first thing to do would be try to convince the old, mostly dried up paint that it should come back to life. This consisted of gentle wheedling in the form of a wet paint brush swirled round and round (the paint was malleable, like dough -- I could have pulled it out of the can and shaped it into a big blob if I hadn't been too afraid to touch it.) Since all I needed was a bit of paint to dab onto the white spackle spots, this method worked well enough.

Then I decided that while I was at it, I should touch up the paint on the windowsill in our bedroom (which the boy chipped off when it was his room, and colored on with crayons.) This led to deciding to paint the back of the bedroom door (since it was the same gray paint as the windowsill.) Seriously, we painted the trim in that room more than 5 years ago. That's how long it took me to get around to finishing up the job, with paint that was now much thicker than it should have been. Then I painted over the chocolate fingerprints on the closet door (courtesy of the boy) because it was easier than going to find a cloth and wiping them away. Now the closet door is a chocolate door. It has a secret treasure buried within the layers of paint!

Also, I need to vacuum the rug, because while I was sitting on it painting I kept noticing blobs of cat hair. :-P