Author's Note: This is just something that wouldn't get out of my head. I hope y'all enjoy it. Special thanks to fififolle for beta-ing this. :D


Carson took a deep breath as he contemplated his current situation. Was he really about to attempt this? He had gradually lulled his target into a false sense of security and knew they would never see the attack coming. He had been scheming on his plan of attack for nearly an hour. Carson slowly reached for his weapon, gripping it tightly in his hands. He watched his prey, trying to make sure that they remained blissfully unaware of his true intentions. When he was certain that his target didn't suspect foul play, he readied his weapon. 'You're only going to have one shot at this, Carson,' he told himself.

With a sudden war cry, Carson grabbed Rodney's collar and shoved the chunk of ice down the back of his shirt. He laughed triumphantly as Rodney cried out in surprise, twisting and squirming, trying to rid himself of the cold, wet object. "That's what you get for making me sit in the bloody Chair," the Scotsman said with a pleased grin.

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