A/N: This chapter (almost passes out… must resist urge to sleep…) just wasn't going to end, so I cut it off as a cliffhanger… Hope you don't mind XD

Oh, and Enemy Mine was on today, you know, the SG:1 episode Lorne was in, how coincidental…

Part 12- Snark, Snark, Snark

The day had been weird with the whole Anubis-charging-the-Gate-until-it-explodes thing before Major Marcus Lorne ended up in the firing range.

He couldn't sleep. They were all, as in everyone on Earth, about to die unless the eggheads came up with something. So, he decided to shoot at some targets to get his mind off the subject.

In the few months after he'd transferred to the SGC, he'd seen some pretty strange stuff on other planets. Granted, SG:13 didn't see much Earth-shattering action, but there had been Jaffa encounters and the like.

That wasn't too much fun… well sort of. The adrenaline had been nice.

People that knew Major Lorne wouldn't call him an impulsive guy, the people he served with in the Air Force would describe him as one to obey orders when they were given, and the ones that knew him better knew about his sweet tooth.

He had gone to the Academy to get the heck out of his home town. He wasn't going to be one of those guys who knocked up their high school sweetheart, not that she wasn't both sweet and pretty, and worked for their fathers at the store.

He wanted to be a pilot. So, that's what he did. Only he never thought it'd end up taking him to other planets (and galaxies, as he'd later find out. Give it a few years).

Nothing in this history had really clued him in that a trip to the firing range was going to increase the weird factor of the day.

Lorne let out a deep breath to calm his body down and leaned against the cool metal of the range station, trying to sort of what the hell just happened.

Okay, so it wasn't much, but it wasn't every day when you just talking to a redhead about firearms and then she kisses you (he knew from experience redheads were fiery, but damn), pulls away, apologizes, and leaves.

So to say he was confused is understating his condition.

He needed a nice cold shower.

Or to find that redhead.

---In the Hall, yet again---

"I'm always busy, and could you not talk so loud, hmm? There are people here."

Lennon rolled her eyes and kept her voice at the same volume, "You could spare some time."

"How would you know that?"

"I'm a mind reader."

Madison clapped a hand over her mouth to keep the noise from her giggling getting through the radio to McKay.

"I doubt that, because otherwise you'd know I'm currently working on a calculation on the X-302's weight capa-"

"Let Carter handle it. I'm sure she isn't too far from you." Lennon had considered keeping the jealously out of her voice, but decided not to bother.

"How did you… never mind."

"See you in a few then. Your quarters."

"No, no, no. As much as I like… um… don't have the time."

"Come on, Rodney." He just wasn't going to make this easy on her. She snipped, "Don't make me come get you."

"You don't know where I am."

She snarked, "Hmm, let me guess, the mission control room just off the one overlooking the Gate?"

"Correction, where the Gate used to be."

"What?" Lenny and Madge both exclaimed. (Which would have been even more obvious if the author could have conveyed that with a question mark and exclamation point, but, alas, the server won't let her)

"It's currently on a C-17 heading to Area 51."

"What's the point of that?"

"All part of the rather insane idea to strap it to the bottom of the X-302 and fly it out of the atmosphere."

"That's pretty clever."

"Yeah… well… leave it to Carter to come up with crazy ideas."

She teased with a grin, "So why are you here if you're not actually doing anything…"

He huffed, "I resent that."

Her voice suddenly stern, Lennon responded, "Rodney, if you're not in your quarters in ten minutes, I will come look for you and make a rather embarrassing scene… worse than the one with Dr. Fraiser."

"You're playing dirty."

"You know you like it."

Madison giggled.

"That's not the point."

"See you in a few." She clicked the radio off and stuffed it in her pocket.

"He sounds… rather snarky." Madison commented, trying to find the right word to describe him that wouldn't sound mean.

"You don't know the half of it."

Suddenly the door to the firing range flew open, and a slightly frazzled Major Lorne (unbeknown to the two Busters) hastily walked out. He stopped when he saw them, swallowed heavily, and asked, "Did you see the redhead who left here a few minutes ago? She said her name was Charlotte?"

Lennon and Madison looked at each other and back at the man standing in front of them.

"Why? You stalking her?" Lennon asked. She wasn't about to give the whereabouts of her CO out to just anyone.

"No, I just…she…" He cleared his throat. "Did you see her?"

"She went that way." Madison pointed.

"Thank you."

They watched him follow in Charlotte's footsteps rather quickly.

"Why'd you do that for?" (Again with the exclamation point complaint)

Madison smiled, "She's already off the floor. He won't find her."

"It's the principal of the thing."

"Did he seem… off to you?"

"Charlie can do that to men. See you later."

"Lenny, I'm coming with you."

"No you're not." She waved behind her.

"I told Charlie I'd watch you, so I will." Madison threatened, but still kept her voice sweet, "Or I could tell her about the ship like I should."

"Fine. Be that way."

Madison smiled and ran to catch up.

---Perspective change---

Rodney McKay, destined to be known as "Answer man" though he didn't know it yet, was ironically short of answers. Particularly when it came to a certain raven-haired woman. She seemed to have showed up out of nowhere at the gas station.

Who wants to walk two miles to Cheyenne Mountain?

Not to mention the little explanation she gave for being there in the first place. It really didn't make too much sense.

Heck, the past few days didn't make sense.

He got a call from the Pentagon, hopped on a plane which really sucked because he tended to get airsick, got punched in the jaw by a crazy woman at a gas station, gave said woman a ride and she bailed before they even got to the mountain, was humiliated by her in front of the base CMO, became strangely attracted to crazy woman, kissed her, was bailed on, almost killed Carter with electricity, ended up in… on the bed with the crazy woman…

Seriously.

Huh?

Not that he was complaining about the kissing part or anything, it was just… strange.

And he was feeling underutilized in the planning of the… plan. Yeah, it wasn't his wacko idea and he was a visiting scientist to the SGC… but he still was the foremost expert on the Gate.

At least he got out of Russia for a while. He could build naquadah reactors in his sleep now.

The coffee mug was clenched tightly in his right hand, salvation from sleep inside. Real name- caffeine.

Still yawning no matter how much coffee he drank, he opened the door to his oh-so-lovely guest quarters, a room he barely saw over the past two days, the earlier… meeting with Lenny included.

The pesky desk chair had already been returned to its proper place, never to be tripped over again. Hopefully.

-Oh look, changing perspectives again, how convenient-

"You just need to break up with him, right?"

Lennon shook her head, "Sometimes you can be so naïve."

"What're you gonna do then?"

"We can't have him remembering me."

A few seconds and more hand circles from Lennon later…

"Lenny! That's a little much."

"It's not. You're gonna back me up on this, aren't you?"

"Well…I… not a full grown bunny, right?"

"Of course not." Lenny brought her pack down off one of her shoulders so it swung to her side as they stood outside Rodney's guest quarters, speaking quietly. "It's just a baby one." She lifted the cover so Madison couldn't see the flower-printed, baby blue, pink, and white towel since Lennon still had a rep to maintain, "I just need to wake-"

The brown fur ball jumped out of its makeshift bed and hopped around the corner before either one of the Busters could whip out their zats.

"This is not happening!" Lennon started taking off after it.

Madison grabbed her arm as she passed her, "I got it. He's waiting."

Lennon tried to get her arm out of the geek/goon hybrid's grasp but failed, "Madge... Let. Go."

"I got it Lenny." She smiled and disappeared around the corner.

"But-" She sighed heavily and knocked on the door, not caring how she looked.

It swung open, "What the hell's wrong with you?" Rodney asked, taking in her clenched jaw and bound up fists.

She pushed her way passed him, "This day… these days are just insane!"

He closed the door, sealing them off from the world. "You don't have to tell me about it."

"This was supposed to be easy, smeezy. In and out in a day." She started pacing, "Then there's this whole Gate thing, which hasn't messed up anything actually… but it could have!" She pointed and wiggled her finger. "And now there's you and I'm gonna be stuck here for another day knowing how thorough Charlie is. Gah!" She threw her hands in the air as she kept pacing, "If this is what happens after a vacation, I'm never taking one again!"

"I did say not to tell me."

"Jerk. I wasn't listening."

"Figures." He huffed.

Lennon finally stood still, "And you're soo big on listening."

"Matter of fact, I am."

"Then what did I say?"

Rodney stammered, "Uh… well…about vacations…"

"See, proof of point. I'm doing that a lot lately…with Charlie… you…"

"Whatever. You were ranting. I let you rant."

She snarked, "Well, ain't that nice of you."

He crossed his arms, "I have my moments."

"Few and far between."

"What was so urgent you needed to see me?"

What she needed to do was stall until Madison got back with the amnesia bunny, "You weren't doing anything important."

"Just because it wasn't my idea to get rid of the Gate, doesn't mean what I was working on isn't important."

Lennon snorted, "Ain't that a nice spin."

"Ugh! You're insane." Which brought him back to his earlier thoughts, "What are you doing here exactly?"

"I told you."

"You danced around it."

"Why do you care now?"

"Because it doesn't make sense."

"Of course it does."

"No it doesn't."

"I'm not getting into this argument with you." Where was Madison? It was just one little bunny…

"Because you know I'm right. I'm always right. Take our last argument for example."

She shivered, rather pleasantly, at the thought but shook it off, "One time." Why did all those 'one times' follow her around? "You win one argument and you get all puffed up. Men."

"Women aren't any better. With your… charms. Especially you. There's no other way I could've fa-" He stopped himself.

"Could've what?"

"You're not my type. Not in any way, shape, or form."

"You're not mine either."

"Then how'd we… why are we so damned attracted to each other? Hmm?"

Lennon tried to think of a reasonable answer that didn't deal with plot bunnies, "Erm… well… sometimes these things happen."

Rodney huffed, "Yeah right. That's not an answer."

A little light bulb lit up in her brain, "It's a chemical reaction, there's not much to understand."

The knocking spread instant relief through Lennon and she moved quickly to open it.

Rodney protested, "That's my door!"

"Madge! Please tell me you have it."

The mousy young Buster smiled brightly and held up her Care Bear towel, now functioning as an impromptu sack.

-PSA-

A towel is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker, or in this case Interuniverse Bunny Buster, can have.

Never, ever go anywhere without your towel.

-/PSA-

"Yep."

"I could kiss you." Lennon stepped aside to let her teammate in.

"If there's any kissing by you, it's gonna be with me," Rodney affirmed before asking, "Who are you?"

"She's my friend."

"Not that I'm opposed to her joining us, but I would have liked to know about it before… prepare and all."

"It's not like that. Get your mind out of the gutter."

"My name's Madison." She shook his hand even though she had to grab it from his side, "Hi." She turned back to Lennon, "I liked Langly better."

"So did I."

"Hey, I'm standing right here!"

"Whatever." Lennon gently took the cheerful towel-sack think from Madison. "It'd better be awake."

"It is. That's what took me so long. I had to keep trying to dive and stuff with the towel."

The towel squirmed.

"What is that?" Rodney took an instinctive step back.

Lennon deadpanned, "A bunny."

"Why do you have a rabbit?"

Madison answered for Lennon, "It's not a rabbit, it's a bunny, and it's for you."

"I don't want it."

"You haven't seen it yet."

"So what? I still won't want it."

"How about this?" Lennon closed the couple feet between them and landed a three-second kiss on him.

Madison squeed in the background, "Aww! You sure you can't keep him?"

Lennon pulled back and mumbled, "One last kiss."

Rodney removed his arm from her waist, more than annoyed that she stopped with the kissing, "What do you two keep babbling about?"

Lenny closed her eyes and brought the wrapped-up bunny to her cheek.

The thing with amnesia bunnies is their venom. Otherwise they're harmless and unassuming creatures. A full-grown bunny can wipe a character's memory completely or just what it wants to. A young, or baby bunny, can't erase as much and are more impressionable, meaning a canon, or in this case OC, can influence the bunny to make its venom target specific memories by quietly and emotionally whispering to it.

This had to be done carefully, or risk being bitten.

Because being bitten would suck.

A/N: See! I promised McKay/Lennon and I didn't break my promise!

Excuse me as I go to answer reviews and then pass out.