A/N: So, this was intended as a one shot, but I've been asked to more, so here's another chapter. This may turn into small snippets of her life growing up, mmm, not too sure. But read and review :)
Oh, before I forget I want to say thank you to, ariacle, RodneyIsGodney, i, and BeeTech for reviewing the first chapter. Also, RodneyIsGodney, I'd like to thank you for pointing that out and I am sorry for mistaking you. Please accept a virtual cookie as a gift.
Disclaimer: Nope, I haven't got the deeds to the show I lost it. And MGM stole them. Aw well, finders keepers I suppose.
Little Lily McKay walked into the infirmary with a spring in her step. Carson kept his eye on the child as he finished wrapping a bandage around a soldiers sprained wrist. Once finished, he warned the soldier to tale it easy for a few weeks before turning to the child. She was stood at the end of the bed, waiting for him to finish his work.
Very polite, he told himself as she smiled when he picked her up in a bone crushing hug. "Hey Lily, should you be wondering around on your own?"
Her smile dimmed slightly as her brown eyes took the puppy dog look, "I thought we could play a game Uncle Carson."
Carson couldn't help but sigh and give in to those cute little eyes of hers. "I'm sorry lass, but I'm still working."
"Everyone's working," she proclaimed, crossing her arms across her chest in a huff. In Carson's opinion, it only made her little face look cuter.
He took her to his office and sat her down in a spare seat as he opened up his files, "I know , I know."
"It would only take a minute." Her quivering voice broke through his idea of getting some work done. Sighing, he turned the computer off and turned to Lily.
"Go on then, what's the game."
Her face brightened as she beamed over to her Uncle, "Guess the shape."
Carson smiled at the thought. It was her favourite game at the moment. No doubt it would change in the next few months, but he obliged to the game. "Alright, one round though." She clapped her hands and he pushed his chair back, coming over to stand in front of her.
"I only want to see if you can guess this one. I'm trying to think of a new shape that Uncle John won't guess," he nodded. John and Lily were always playing this game. In fact, it was probably the only game they played. Carson turned his back to her and heard her stand up on the chair.
He felt the stab of a finger draw a small line down his back then pull away. She did the same thing on the other side of his back and a curved line was felt running along the lower part of his back. Another set of smaller lines was drawn at the top of his back. A small chuckle escaped his lips as he cottoned on to what the 'shape' was. "Any guesses?"
"Is it by any chance a smiley face?" He laughed at her frustration.
Turning he saw her disgruntled that he had managed to guess it. "I'm going to have to come up with a new one," it was said to herself but the doctor couldn't help but smile. A sheepish expression took on her seven year old features as she looked up at her Uncle, "Thanks Uncle Carson. I got to go plan some more shapes."
"Any time lass, just don't go wondering around the city too much."
"Yes Uncle Carson," she repeated as she dropped herself down from out of the chair. He watched as she stretched her hand up and swiped it across the control crystals before skipping through the infirmary and exiting through the door at the other end.
The door opened and John's cool gaze fell to the little child. "Did you do it?" He bent down and picked her up, starting their walk towards the mess hall for their dinner.
A smile returned his answer, "Yep," she popped the 'p' and pulled a black marker from out of her pocket.
John grinned and placed a soft kiss to the top of her head, "Good girl."
Hours later, after finishing up some more of his paperwork, Carson decided to finish off his rounds before handing them over to Jennifer for the rest of the day. When he exited his office he was greeted by the sight of Lorne and Stackhouse in two cots awaiting treatment. He approached them and asked them what had happened.
Lorne recounted the tale of their misfortune and how he had twisted his ankle whilst Stackhouse had broken his arm. It was when Carson turned his back on the two soldiers that sniggering entered his ears. Turning back round he promptly asked them, "What's so funny?"
"Nothing," was Stackhouse's immediate response before he burst into laughter.
"Major?" Lorne was just as helpful and Carson turned his back on them again. He put it down to any drugs that the nurses had already transcribed for their injuries. Especially when they laughed when his back was turned again.
The laughter was always dying and starting up again until Carson couldn't stand being out of the loop any longer, "Would one of you mind telling me what is so bloody funny?"
Major Lorne answered his question though fits of laughter, "You're back." Carson stretched his head over his shoulder, seeing if it was clearly visible. When it became evident that it wasn't he shuffled his lab coat off his shoulders and turned it around. His eyes closed in exasperation at the sight.
There, in the middle of the lab coat was a smiley face with spiky hair. And it had been done in black.
Entering Rodney's lab he immediately found the scientist in deep research on his laptop, "Rodney," the doctor spoke, lab coat in hand.
"Gimme a second," it was a moment before Rodney finished typing and turned to face Carson. "What's up?"
Carson glanced around the lab, finding only scientists. "Where's Lily."
"Sheppard's baby sitting her for us. Why?" Carson held up the lab coat as evidence and Rodney grimaced. His daughter was only seven and already John Sheppard was corrupting her into childish pranks. His hand went to his ear piece, "Sheppard? It's McKay."
A/N: Like I said before, I'm not sure if this will be continued or not. I'd like your opnions if you'd prefer a small story of snippets of her life and on the city of Atlantis. But any feedback, be it flames, critism or nicey nice, feedback is good :)