Statistically Significant
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Adult ++
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Statistically Significant
Statistically Significant
Radek pushed up his glasses, frustrated. The new algorithms for the power distribution weren't making any kind of sense. He was trying to re-express their collected data to find a regression line in order to come up with a usable equation to predict the needed amount of power for their systems.
He wasn't having luck. He had tried squaring the data, finding the square root of the data... He even tried finding the log base 10 of the data.
Nothing was working. He hadn't been able to create a linear model that was straight enough with a random enough residuals plot to be usable. To say it was 'frustrating' would be an understatement. He was a hair's breath away from plotting the demise of everything living thing within a 6 mile radius.
Rodney wasn't any help, either. He was too busy with trying to reverse engineer the jumpers' cloaking devices to use on the 302 fighter jets on the Daedalus. Radek was supposed to be helping him but the power distribution changed suddenly and Rodney didn't trust any of the new scientists to not blow up the conduits. Thus, Radek was left with no choice but to leave Rodney alone with the reverse engineering until he could fix the problem.
If he could, that is.
Radek cursed in Czech to himself as the typed the new command into the computer, hoping that he took the derivative of the data, he could get a linear model.
He closed his eyes and gnashed his teeth. The new model was curved with a patterned residuals plot. He was past the point of rationalizing, wanting to just throw every computer he could get his hands on out the window and into the surrounding ocean.
A few of the other scientists in the lab noted Radek's murderous look and became skittish. One scientists bravely ducked behind a corner to call the only person of the expedition who could deal with Radek when he was in such a state: Lieutenant Colonel John Sheppard.
~
John neared the labs with slight expedition. He paused for a moment outside the doors to take a deep breath before entering.
He was greeted to the sight of Radek alternating between angrily stabbing at his keyboard and (almost) psychotically scribbling out new equations on multiple white boards. The other scientists looked at John like he was their savior as they made sure to give Radek a small bubble with a 10-foot radius.
John gave the small group of scientists a discrete nod towards the door and suppressed an amused smile as they all happily scrambled away as fast as they could.
When John was positive that he and Radek were alone and that the scientists were far enough wawy, he made his move. He creeped up behind Radek when he moved back to his computer and slid his hands easily around Radek's waist, effectively pulling Radek flush against John's front.
Radek stiffened and gripped the work bench in front of him.
"John," he hissed, "we agreed. Not. In. The. Labs," he ground out. John smiled into Radek's neck.
"Radek," John soothed, "I'm just trying to help you relax, nothing more. Besides, we're all alone with no one to bother us." John didn't have to see Radek's face to know that he was clenching his jaw tightly.
Radek turned around, intent on telling John to stop and leave him along, but John distracted him, quickly latching his mouth onto Radek's and kissing him deeply. Radek gave a surprised squawk and John took advantage of it, delving his tongue deeper into Radek's mouth and coercing Radek's tongue to play with his.
Radek sighed and finally relaxed against the work bench, smiling slightly when John took advantage of that, too, and pressed against Radek, moving his thigh to rest between Radek's slightly splayed legs.
"If you are to help me relax, perhaps we should go back to our room, no?" Radek managed to breathe between kisses.
"Brilliant idea," John mouthed into Radek's neck as he moved down. Radek squirmed against John's leg, his thickening cock pulsing against the muscled thigh of his lover.
John pulled back after gently biting Radek's neck, making Radek's hips buck against his own. He grasped Radek's hand tightly and pulled him towards the door.
"What're we waiting for?"
Radek pushed up his glasses, frustrated. The new algorithms for the power distribution weren't making any kind of sense. He was trying to re-express their collected data to find a regression line in order to come up with a usable equation to predict the needed amount of power for their systems.
He wasn't having luck. He had tried squaring the data, finding the square root of the data... He even tried finding the log base 10 of the data.
Nothing was working. He hadn't been able to create a linear model that was straight enough with a random enough residuals plot to be usable. To say it was 'frustrating' would be an understatement. He was a hair's breath away from plotting the demise of everything living thing within a 6 mile radius.
Rodney wasn't any help, either. He was too busy with trying to reverse engineer the jumpers' cloaking devices to use on the 302 fighter jets on the Daedalus. Radek was supposed to be helping him but the power distribution changed suddenly and Rodney didn't trust any of the new scientists to not blow up the conduits. Thus, Radek was left with no choice but to leave Rodney alone with the reverse engineering until he could fix the problem.
If he could, that is.
Radek cursed in Czech to himself as the typed the new command into the computer, hoping that he took the derivative of the data, he could get a linear model.
He closed his eyes and gnashed his teeth. The new model was curved with a patterned residuals plot. He was past the point of rationalizing, wanting to just throw every computer he could get his hands on out the window and into the surrounding ocean.
A few of the other scientists in the lab noted Radek's murderous look and became skittish. One scientists bravely ducked behind a corner to call the only person of the expedition who could deal with Radek when he was in such a state: Lieutenant Colonel John Sheppard.
~
John neared the labs with slight expedition. He paused for a moment outside the doors to take a deep breath before entering.
He was greeted to the sight of Radek alternating between angrily stabbing at his keyboard and (almost) psychotically scribbling out new equations on multiple white boards. The other scientists looked at John like he was their savior as they made sure to give Radek a small bubble with a 10-foot radius.
John gave the small group of scientists a discrete nod towards the door and suppressed an amused smile as they all happily scrambled away as fast as they could.
When John was positive that he and Radek were alone and that the scientists were far enough wawy, he made his move. He creeped up behind Radek when he moved back to his computer and slid his hands easily around Radek's waist, effectively pulling Radek flush against John's front.
Radek stiffened and gripped the work bench in front of him.
"John," he hissed, "we agreed. Not. In. The. Labs," he ground out. John smiled into Radek's neck.
"Radek," John soothed, "I'm just trying to help you relax, nothing more. Besides, we're all alone with no one to bother us." John didn't have to see Radek's face to know that he was clenching his jaw tightly.
Radek turned around, intent on telling John to stop and leave him along, but John distracted him, quickly latching his mouth onto Radek's and kissing him deeply. Radek gave a surprised squawk and John took advantage of it, delving his tongue deeper into Radek's mouth and coercing Radek's tongue to play with his.
Radek sighed and finally relaxed against the work bench, smiling slightly when John took advantage of that, too, and pressed against Radek, moving his thigh to rest between Radek's slightly splayed legs.
"If you are to help me relax, perhaps we should go back to our room, no?" Radek managed to breathe between kisses.
"Brilliant idea," John mouthed into Radek's neck as he moved down. Radek squirmed against John's leg, his thickening cock pulsing against the muscled thigh of his lover.
John pulled back after gently biting Radek's neck, making Radek's hips buck against his own. He grasped Radek's hand tightly and pulled him towards the door.
"What're we waiting for?"