Title: Troubles of Rodney
Pairing: Rodney/ Elizabeth
Summary: After the events of Tao of Rodney, Rodney reflects on his possible feelings for one Dr Weir, and just how or if he should act on them.
Disclaimer: I gladly don't own Rodney's ego, but sadly neither do I own his brain, or any other part of him or any of the other characters in this story!
"Rodney, you're a good person. Know that we love you."
"You love me? Really?"
He stirred in his sleep, remembering the events of the past week.
"…And you love me"
"What? I never..."
"You so did! Yeah, I may not be able to understand this new math I created. But I distinctly remember that you said you love me."
"Actually, I said we love you and…"
"And, what? You were just saying that because you thought I was dying?"
"No, I said it bec…"
"See! You love me! It's true. You've said it. Now I know. I've always suspected it. In fact, I've always noticed that there's been a, um, indefinable and yet magical chemistry between us… that I think I covered in chapter ten."
Rodney slowly turned in his sleep, gradually becoming conscious. He blinked several times and, wiping the sleep away, he grabbed his watch off of the bedside table holding it close to his groggy eyes. 6am. He placed the item back and stretched out on his back staring up at the ceiling, still half between wake and sleep.
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After convincing her to join him for an 'afternoon snack', they had made their way to the cafeteria, which at this time in the afternoon was always pretty dead. He had grabbed a lunch tray, piling on a few things that were still remaining from the lunch rush, while Elizabeth poured herself a mug of Coffee. She then followed him out to a table on the balcony that was illuminated in the warm afternoon light.
They sat there for a while bantering about the pros and cons of Sheppard using the ascension machine and turning himself into a pool of protoplasm, and as they talked, and she laughed at his witty comments and comical John death scenarios, and possible powers that he would have liked to keep, he noticed something new. That he hadn't really seen as being there before.
Intelligent strong women had always attracted him, and Elizabeth Weir was nothing if not that. He knew that when they had first started working together, in Antarctica and then here in Atlantis, he had had a small crush on her, and who wouldn't, but he hadn't thought about it for quite some while. However, at that moment, just sitting there, watching her talk and smile, he saw something different in the way her face lit up and her eyes sparkled as she spoke.
In fact, he was now starting to regret asking her out to lunch, not due to any dislike of her but quite the opposite. For the past few days, he hadn't been able to get the woman out of his mind.
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Rodney sat up in Bed and swung his feet out to place them on the cold Lantean floor. He rested his head in his hands, and at once dreaded and was excited about the morning ahead; A two hour meeting with the most beautiful woman on Atlantis. One who just happened to be his boss.A/N: So, what did you think? There is more to come, especially if you review, but please be kind. I promise the writing in the next part will be better, it's always harder to get something started than to continue it:)