Madison's Moments
Moment One-A Favorite Uncle
Rated: G.
Category: Gen, Carson/Rodney/Madison Miller Friendship.
Season: Future Season (two years post season three).
Spoilers: Sunday, McKay and Mrs. Miller.
Summary: Carson Lives On.
Note: Rendered Somewhat AU by Kindred.
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The little girl snuggled contentedly into her covers. She was sleepy after a long day, but not quite ready to give up consciousness.
Her mother smiled down at her, pride and love filling her eyes.
Jeannie Miller was brilliant, and no one questioned that, even if most had forgotten it. She'd been on the fast track to some serious think tank or research position when life had gotten in the way. Life that now drowsily tried to stay awake in front of her.
Her daughter, Madison, was six now, and except for one grand and very bizarre adventure with her brother Rodney a few years ago, Jeannie had left the world of high pressure theoretical physics and hypothetical number crunching behind her long ago, and she had no complaints.
She was happy.
As Jeannie caressed her daughter's fine hair and tucked the blanket tightly around the small child, a quiet voice plaintively made a familiar request.
"Mommy, tell me about Uncle Carson."
Jeannie smiled then, and began the tale she told nearly every night. The story never got old, for her or for Madison, and Jeannie was thankful she could tell it at all, because it meant that her brother was back in her life, and that her daughter had not one, but many 'uncles', and she was loved by them all. Madison's favorite, though, above John and Ronon and even Rodney, was Carson, beyond all doubt. Maybe that had to do with the fact that the little girl and the physician had never met and never would, thus making Carson forever perfect in her eyes, or maybe it was because little Madison thought she might want to be a doctor someday, but it didn't matter. She loved her 'uncle', and never tired of hearing his adventures.
"Well, you see, my brother, your uncle Rodney, well, he had this friend…"
And so it began, as it did nearly every night, and Madison smiled. Somewhere, not so very far away, a blue-eyed Scotsman smiled back.