First of all, this was made at 5 in the morning. So you can imagine me making a few mistakes. But hey I tried my best, I even tried a power bar to keep my sleep-deprived eyes open. Power bars are disgusting by the way, I even tried the s'mores kind and had to throw it away.

Second of all, This is post Trinity. I needed to write a episode tag of Trinity. The reason I needed to was, though McKay does have a big ego, he would make sure that his work was correct before he risked lives. This is kinda Angsty, okay it's manly angst. But it needed to be written!

Third of all, I would love to have some Reviews, Favorites, or Follows.

Now go ahead and read the story, if you didn't just skip this author's note because it's ending up extremely long. Anyways, Read on before I start to ramble again.

OH WAIT- This takes place in Rodney McKay's point of view. Now you can read on ~Leopardfang

They tell me it's my fault.

They tell me that it's my fault that I blew up a galaxy. They tell me it's my fault that I almost lost our ZPM. They tell me that I killed Collins.

I believed them.

I knew that I shouldn't though, because after all I checked the equations a million times, to make sure they were correct. After all I memorized the whole long list of equations and the results from all the simulations, just to be safe.

And now as I sit in darkness at 3:00 in the morning, In my lab with the bright glare of the computer screen making the equations dance in the dim light. I read every single line of code. I read every single simple math equation. I go over every simulation. I look at all the work.

And notice that it's not mine.

I had memorized every single line of code and this wasn't it.

I knew whose it was. I read every one of my scientists projects enough to figure out who it was. It was Dr. Collins. Only Collins made run on sentences such as this. Only Collins was willing to bet lives that his work was correct, when he didn't know that it was.

I closed the computer screen quickly, causing it to make a loud slamming sound in the silence. For a moment I just sat there, on my stool, in the middle of the empty lab. Then relief filled words filled the small room in soft echoes.

"It wasn't my fault"

I stand to walk to everyone and tell them that this wasn't my fault, but I pause. Why should I disgrace the dead man? Why should I tell them this information?

After all if they were really my friends wouldn't they have believed me when I said it wasn't my fault?

So the next morning, when I tell everyone that I'm sorry and they don't believe me, they don't believe that it isn't my fault without me telling them the truth of what happened.

I don't believe them.

I will never tell them the truth. I will never speak of the work that I went over that night. I won't tell them that it isn't my fault.

After all they don't deserve to know.

This story is completely different from what I was planning to write. But hey, it works, and I ended up liking it better.

Also I'm going to shut up because the Author's notes have almost as many words as the actual story.

And, like I said before, DON'T EAT POWERBARS. And please leave a review, favorite, or follow. ~ Leopardfang.