Hi, it's me again.
Weirfan: That's weird that you think Rodney should help spy because before I read your review I was thinking the exact same thing thanks anyway.
Alrighty then here you go! Enjoy! Review!
Chapter 3:
"Rodney, I'm don't think this is such a good idea anymore!"
Rodney had dragged John to the mess hall at 11.00pm. Most of Atlantis was asleep, but in the mess hall there was a candlelight dinner for two. Somehow John really didn't want to know anymore what Elizabeth and Caldwell did, he'd rather be in the dark about it all and not face any facts that included Elizabeth…and Caldwell…together. The thought of it made him want to hurl and for just a split second he considered that maybe in someway, perhaps, maybe, there was a chance that he was slightly, a little bit jealous…or not. It didn't matter all he knew was the most irrational decision he ever made was taking Rodney's offer of spying of them and not only was he spying, he was spying with Rodney, which drastically made the whole situation ten times worse.
Right now, he and the chief scientist had their heads poking round the mess hall door waiting his commander and a higher ranking military officer, if this didn't give him the boot he didn't know what would.
"Look, you wimp! This was your idea!" Rodney blurted out.
John looked at him in disbelief. "Are you kidding with me? This was your dumb idea!"
"Yeah and you were just the idiot who went along with it." Rodney muttered. John narrowed his eyes at him.
"You want to know what's going on just as much as I do!"
"Maybe, but I want to know because I'm curious-"
"Nosey!" John interrupted.
"AND you want to know because well, we all know why you want to know." Rodney smirked.
"Excuse me and what the hell is that supposed to mean!"
"Oh come on John, we all know you fancy her!"
"Fancy who!"
"Elizabeth!"
"That's not true!" John said unconvincingly.
"Shut up." Rodney hissed.
"No Rodney! You shut up!"
"Why not we both shut up since I can hear Caldwell and Elizabeth making their way here now." John's eyes widened.
"No."
"Yes."
"No." John said in completely shock.
"YES." Rodney hissed again.
"What do we do? What do we do?" John said going into a state of panic. Rodney had a look of concentration on his face; he was deep in thought.
"Well…" John said expectantly.
"I'm thinking!"
"Well think faster!"
"I've got an idea!" Rodney grabbed John's arm and ran towards the candlelight dinner and dragged John under the table with him. Rodney looked up at him and smiled. John looked at Rodney in horror.
"This is your master plan!"
"Hey!" Rodney said defensively, "I never said this was a master plan."
"That's for sure." John muttered.
"Well, do you want to know what's going on or don't you?" Rodney said impatiently.
John reluctantly nodded. "What if they see us?"
"Hello. Table cloth at one o'clock, two o'clock, three…well, there's a table cloth."
"Sssh, do you here that? They're coming!"
Meanwhile above the table…
"Oh Steven, you made dinner!" Elizabeth said smiling, but a little confused by the candles and wine. It looked like quite the romantic evening. Crap! I've given him the wrong idea!
Caldwell smiled with pride and pulled out a chair for her, which she graciously sat down in.
"I did. It took time, but I think I did well." Caldwell sat down also, barely missing Rodney's hand with his foot.
"Look, Elizabeth…can I call you Elizabeth?" Caldwell asked confidently. She smiled shyly at him.
"Sure." Why not we just keep it to Dr. Weir pal!
"Well, I just thought this dinner would be a nice way to apologize for my disgusting behaviour over the last couple of days and-"
Elizabeth raised a hand. "There's no need you did what you thought was right and I understand that." Even though you practically took over John's job while he was mutating into a bug!
Caldwell smiled. "I'm glad, I didn't want you to be angry with me, that's all."
"Well, I'm not, so let's just enjoy the dinner." She lifted her wine glass and they clinked glasses. There better be no poison in this wine because there's no way you're going to steal my job!
She put her glass and frowned. He sipped his wine and looked at her puzzled. What is that revolting…Oh my God…that's gross, well it wasn't me, must have been him! Great!
"What? What's the matter?" He questioned.
She looked up at him, half-confused and half-disgusted. "Do you smell that?"
"Rodney." John whispered. "What the hell did you have for dinner tonight?"
"Look, I'm sorry, certain Athosian fruits play havoc on my digestive system."
"Well…thanks. Here I am squashed underneath a table while I listen to Caldwell sucking up to Elizabeth like she's a lemon, no offence Rodney, and now I have to sit here bickering childishly with you as well as smelling your horrible insides. Nice, McKay, real nice."
"Better out than…." Rodney trailed off and looked into the distance.
"In, Rodney. It's 'better out than in.' What are you looking at?" John turned his head to see an extremely pissed off Elizabeth sticking her head underneath the table with her eye glare going off the scale.
"Shit." It was the only word that came to mind at that particular moment.
"Yes, colonel. Shit is right." If a look could kill, John would be…well…for a lack of a better word…dead.
I know an evil cliff hanger, but I've decided that if you reviewers have good ideas for the next chapter I'm going to use them because I've no idea where to take the story next so I'm practically begging you to review and give me some ideas! Lots of love PickledCabbage xxxxx