Feedback: yes, please!
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Rodney McKay was tired; a mission that was supposed to last two days--tops--had turned into the longest week of his life. Now that the debriefing and mandatory visit to Carson's evil lair were over, he wanted nothing more than his bed. First, though, he just had to get some food.
As he entered the commissary, he looked around for Cadman. He didn't see her, so he shrugged and sat down with Sheppard.
"Where's Cadman?" he asked.
John shrugged. "Dunno. Why d'you ask?" he inquired with his mouth full of the not-potatoes the commissary served.
"It's just that she's always at the 'gate to bug me." He paused and looked at Sheppard accusingly. "Is she offworld?"
John shook his head. "No!" he vehemently denied. "I'm the one who makes--wait a minute! Are you worried about her?"
"Of course not!" Rodney spluttered. He jumped up, not noticing that he hadn't eaten a bite of the food he'd wanted so much. Then he stormed out of the commissary and toward Laura's quarters, leaving John staring bemusedly after him.
"Cadman! Are you in there?" Rodney asked as he pounded on her door. There was no answer. After almost a minute of knocking, Rodney finally remembered to pull out his life signs detector.
"Hmm…nobody's here. Weird." He shrugged. "Oh, well. She'll show up eventually. She can't stay away from me for long; I'm too inviting a target!" He headed off toward his own quarters.
As soon as he rounded the corner, he literally ran into the object of his search.
"Cadman! Where have you been?"
She raised her eyebrow. "Since when do you care, McKay?"
"I--I don't!"
Laura finally took pity on him, because his face was turning red with anger. "Whatever, McKay."
She scurried away from him, hoping that he wouldn't notice the Laura-shaped impression on his bed.