Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from Stargate Atlantis…that belongs solely to MGM and the rich people.
Authors Note: I noticed someone did these in italics, so I borrowed the idea, since bolding it seemed too…demanding. Hope you enjoy.
Priorities
It was funny how a person's perspective on life could change quickly and completely – and not necessarily for the better. To think that he had actually wanted to come here, to escape that certain astrophysicist back on earth and to give his perspective room to grow. It had room alright – so did his fear on death. Normally the only thing he was scared of was making an error, mathematical, relationship, he didn't discriminate and neither did his errors. He never made a mistake (one time he thought he did, but he was mistaken). That was his philosophy—until he came to the Pegasus Galaxy.
Back on Earth, he hadn't really thought about death, but it seemed that he was destined to come across it every other day in Pegasus. It fueled his sarcasm, gave him the energy to do what needed to be done, and gave his life a thrill he could have done without. Death, it appeared, had a certain sadistic humor about reaching tendrils to those who recoiled in fear – the more fear, the longer the tendrils. It fed the universal truth of what comes around, goes around. He only wished it would hurry up and transfer its method onto the wraith. The sooner the wraith were gone, the better for everyone.
It led him back to his original thought: funny how a person's perspective on life could change quickly and completely – and not necessarily for the better. Especially since he had come closer and closer to death. Just when it seemed inevitable, some self-sacrificing idiot of a major/colonel would dart between him and it – often usually taking the major/colonel in his spot. His perspective on life had changed – for the worse. He was alive so he could satisfy the ever-present hunger the wraith suffered from; he was sure of it. It was only a matter of time before it came true.
Rodney McKay grimaced as he looked at the shimmering event horizon, today would be his last day – he was sure of it. At least until he saw his fearless leader sneak him a grin. Perhaps he could take whatever the Pegasus galaxy dished out at him. After all, he was still alive – thanks to a particular major/colonel; and he really did hate to leave a debt unsettled. With that, he vanished through the Stargate.
Author's Note: I did another one of these for John Sheppard called Nightlights, and more should be in production, just don't hold me to it, I work on inspiration. I know its short, but drop me a review on whether you liked it or not, and who else you'd like to see. (In SGA, the possibilities are endless!) Thanks for reading!