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AN: Hee.
Rodney was acuity reminded of why he'd never wanted to live in Florida. This kind of thing he could have done without.
He liked rained. Rain in gallon loads accompanied by gale-force winds and an ocean about to crash down upon him was another story all together. He figured it was the other shoe falling. They'd had too much good luck from the second they'd set foot on Atlantis (or really, the day Daniel had discovered that they could actually go to Atlantis) and apparently the Wraith weren't enough to make up for it.
He'd have bet another enemy. Some part of him would have actually preferred another enemy, because at least they knew what to do about those. Once-in-forever storms? No clue whatsoever.
It would have been different for the Ancients. They would have simply raised the shield and gone about their daily lives until the thing blew over. But nothing was ever that easy in Rodney McKay's life.
But he and Radek would figure it out. They always did. They'd save the city and everyone would be happy and Rodney would never have to worry about being drowned by a tsunami ever again.
Unfortunately, Carson didn't look the least bit convinced that Rodney was going to save the day this time. He did, in fact, look like he was bordering on terrified. Not too many hurricanes in Scotland, Rodney supposed.
"It's fine. Look, just take Teyla to the mainland. Evacuating the Athosians is really easy. You organize your staff, you should be able to do the same for the natives. Just go over there and bring them back and I'll figure out the rest of the "saving-the-day" stuff, alright?"
"Ya sure?"
"Yes."
"Alright, then, I'll be going."
"Yes, good, great. Go. You're wasting good evacuation time."
Rodney frowned as Carson retreated into the Jumper Bay to meet Ford and Teyla. Right. So, evacuation of natives taken care of. Suitable planet for refuge…getting there.
Plan to save the city from destruction by massive wave of water?
Alright, so he'd probably best get working on that.