Rodney reminisced about the past, it had been a while since he was present at the SGC, and the thought of the wondrous Samantha Carter radiated through his body.
- Flashback-
"Ya' know
McKay with all your moaning, and your sarcastic arrogance, it's quite
a turn on!"
Rodney stared at Sam in disbelief. "Excuse
me?"
"Come on McKay, ya' know what I'm saying, the
comments, the glances, you want me ... badly!"
"Carter...
you're talking... yes alright so I find you attractive and damn hot
when you hurl abuse at me, so what?"
"Well you know
where my quarters are, join me."
Sam turned on her heels in
the other direction, Rodney stood in silence at the proposition, he
gulped and slowly made his way to Sam's quarters. He closed and
locked the door behind him.
They knew it was a one off - how
could they call this a relationship? Rodney McKay was being shipped
off to Russia for his attitude and behaviour towards Samantha yet
here he was undressing her like a doll. She lay on the bed and Rodney
continued to caress her body.
- End of flashback-
Rodney could hear a coughing from the front of the van.
"Dr.
McKay!" a stern voice echoed.
"Yes, Mr. Davies, sorry,
what did you say?"
"We're approaching Cheyenne Mountain."
Three years! 3 years he had been away from the place yet he still
couldn't think about anything else but her. Had she moved on, had
she not wanted anyone else and how could he explain his orientation
had diversified? He rethought his words "Orientation has
diversified"
"I'm screwed," he whispered.
The
entrance ebbed closer; his mind had completely shut down and he found
himself aimlessly walking the corridor to the General's office, now
occupied by General O'Neill.
"Great, I can't piss him off
anymore," Rodney chuckled until his next thought Lt. General
Samantha Carter. "My god I'm utterly screwed."
He
stood by Jack's door, while the General was still on the phone and
was summoned in moments later. "Well look whose back, how are
the Russians these days?"
"Behaving." Rodney
couldn't think of a wittier reply.
"You do know
about the Antarctica mission I presume?"
"Yes I do"
"I want you to go out there and help. Seeing as Carter can't
go you're the next best thing."
Rodney questioned, "And
may I ask why Carter can't go?"
"She's engaged."
Rodney forced his face to stay emotionless. "Good for her,
be glad to take the mission. When do I leave?"
"Right
away. Grab some food first, then report to Elizabeth Weir when you
arrive; she'll be expecting you."
Rodney was unsure
whether to salute or not so he just nodded and walked out. On the way
to the mess he caught a glimpse of Samantha working at her desk. He
continued forward and then halted. He thought things through and
decided to go back and talk to her.
"Hello Sam."
Sam
glanced up and froze. "...McKay? I didn't know you were back."
She managed eventually.
"Quick pit stop before Antarctica,
gotta help them due to you being otherwise engaged!"
Sam
searched Rodney's body and then met his eyes; they glared back
blankly.
"Rodney I can explain... Pete and I are, well we're
engaged. Rodney I didn't forget you, what Pete and I have is
different to us."
" In that he is around and I'm
not!"
"Rodney that's not fair. It was one night, you
moved on as well; what was HIS name again?"
"That's
irrelevant. A few dates, a few kisses here and there, no thought of
engagement."
"McKay..."
"Come on Sam, why
change to McKay? You were going so well. Doesn't matter now.
Hopefully things will go well for you, and I hope I don't hear from
you; a pain I wouldn't like to endure. Excuse me I need coffee about
now."
"Very well. Goodbye Dr. McKay." Sam spoke
sternly trying to stop her whole body from shaking
"Carter!"
Frustrated Rodney stepped out and round the corridor. He then
slouched against the wall and sighed heavily; he knew it was for the
best, he had to move on, and apparently Antarctica was the place to
be.