Title: Zen and the Art of Quantum Physics
Author: OXBastetXO
Rating: K+
Archive: Please ask first
Status: complete
Category: Tag
Summary: Rodney's thoughts after "The Tao of Rodney"
Spoilers: The Tao of Rodney Sequel/Season: Three Authors Note: I know. I haven't posted or written anything in a long while. With work stress, family stress, and health problems. I haven't been doing a whole lot lately fandomwize other than lurking on my list group SGAHC.
Please be kind.
I don't own them, Scifi does. I'm just borrowing them for while and promise to give them back when I'm done, though I might just keep Rodney and Ronan for little longer ;-)
Zen and the Art of Quantum Physics
by
OXBastetXO
Rodney McKay snapped the laptop shut with a disgusted snap. He sat back and rubbed his eyes. The longer he stared at the screen the less it made sense.
Gibberish.
It was all gibberish. Nonsense and gibberish.
Equations that had been so important just days before...just...gibberish.
He sighed and stood up stiffly, stopping a moment to stretch. He moved slowly, working out the kinks from his back.
It had all made so much sense. It had all be so important. He felt that niggling sense it was just within his grasp if he could just figure it out.
He stopped himself. Did he really want to? That thought stunned him. Of course, he did, but did he?
"If you already know everything what else is there?"
Ascension.
Could he really have done that?
Physically, yes. The scans had proved that much. He had reached it, .003 hz, exactly what he needed to do it, but he hadn't. He didn't want to. He wanted to be here. Now. With the people here. He had been there. In that big, black emptiness. Floating. He had been there and he had come back. He didn't want to be there. He wanted to be here.
He had meant it when he told Elizabeth he was very happy with who he was. Yes, he did have part of himself he didn't like, but he was going to work on those. He had started. Radek, Teyla, Ronan, Shepard, Elizabeth.
A smile curled the corners of his mouth. Elizabeth. Despite her protests, he had heard her. She loved him. Well, maybe not exactly what she meant, but he could hope and she had said it. He smirked to himself as he crossed the distance in his quarters to his bed. He sat down, still smirking. She had said it.
He lay down and let out a deep sigh, folding his hands on his stomach and crossing his ankles. He closed his eyes.
Blue skies.
Wide, blue skies.