A/N: Lydia Winter is not mine. Rodney McKay is not mine. Stargate Atlantis is not mine. Am I happy about any of this? Hmm, let me think about that . . . NO.
A/N2: Lydia is from BiteMeTechie's 'fics, Retribution! and Retribution! Revisited. Read them. Reeeead theeeeem.
A/N3: Inspired by BiteMeTechie's "100 starting lines" on the When Plot Bunnies Attack forum. Line #051, "If I could commit one murder..."
A/N4: Wow that's a lot of A/N's . . . -stares off into space while contemplating the multitude of words that are not actually part of the story- -out of curiosity, checks the word count- OO THERE ARE MORE WORDS IN THE A/N's THAN IN THE STORY!!!! AAAAH!!!!!!! -realizes that this is all very pointless and decides to calm down and post the darn thing-
A/N5: -posts the darn thing-
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If I could commit one murder, then Rodney McKay would be six feet under a pile of daisies right now.
I can't even begin to describe how much I hate that man.
Oh wait, yes I can.
He's the most arrogant, conceited, overbearing, pompous, immodest, puffed-up, self-absorbed, egotistical, narcissistic, self-centered, bigheaded, boneheaded, blockheaded, lunkheaded, knuckleheaded, airheaded, lamebrained, cretinous, annoying little schmuck I've ever had the misfortune to live on the same planet as!
I take a breath and put down the thesaurus.
I take another breath and force myself to let go of the fists I've had clenched ever since that stupid dork opened his mouth the first time I met him.
I take one more breath and decide to let all hell break loose.
I pick up my recently mutilated plastic LightSaber and turn towards the door.
This time, it's personal.
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A/N: I'm proud to say that I did not in fact need a thesaurus for that bit, it was all there in my twisted little neuron center I like to call a brain, just waiting for a chance to jump out and take over the universe.