Title: Dear Jennifer
Pairing: McKay/Keller
Rating: G
Word count: 529
Spoiler: Last Man, I think
Notes: This was made for the Unwavering community on LiveJournal. I may be doing other chapters in this fic.
Summery: Rodney writes a letter about the first time that he met Jennifer
Dear Jennifer,
I have hesitated for a long time before writing this letter. It has been years since you died from the Hoffan disease and was still too hard to talk or write about. Then, I decided to write it on the first time we met, to preserve this precious memory.
It was just after the death of Carson, when we returned to Earth, to bring back his body to Scotland. When I returned to the SGC after the funeral, you were there, in the Gateroom, organizing the boxes of medical supplies, to bring back to Atlantis. You looked through the window separating the Gateroom and the command center and saw me. We stared deep into each others eyes for just a moment, until a technician interrupted me, to ask me about some of the supplies that I had requested for the science department. I broke eye contact to answer him. The next time I looked up from the list, you were gone. True, this is not the time we actually met, but I will still cherish this moment, for I have set my eyes on you for the first time.
The next time I saw you and actually met you, was in the Daedalus infirmary. I had just cut myself on the arm with a piece of machinery that I was repairing. It was quite deep and it bleed quite a lot. So I went to the infirmary, with the make shift bandage on my arm. Once there, I demanded loudly for a competent doctor, to treat my injury. You came and I was momentarily confused for a second. I thought why you were here and not Carson? Then I remembered. Carson wasn't going to be here anymore.
Then I asked in my usually irritable manner, who were you, trying to break the awkward silence, which I had caused. You introduced yourself as Dr. Jennifer Keller, the new Head of Medicine. Then you asked my name, curious to know me. I said that I was Dr. Rodney McKay, Head of Sciences. We go to shake hands, but as I lifted my arm, my wound pulled and I winced. You saw and blushed, probably thinking that you had forgotten my injury. Then you tapped the medical bed with your hand, asked me to sit there and show you my wound.
I was unusually quiet, not crying insults as I usually did. I saw that you where cute with blond hair. Not that I have something for women with blond hair. Maybe I do. So, anyway, you finished cleaning and stitching my wound and I headed out. As I reached the door, I realized that I had forgotten to do something. I paused just outside the door, turned around and said thank you. Then I hurried out, not catching you answer, but I think you said your welcome. I didn't see you again around the ship, until it was time to be beamed out.
So, this is how we met. How matter how brief it was with the circumstance. Through the lonely times I spent without you, I remembered this moment. I will treasure it always.
Love you always,
Rodney