A/N: We're heading into the home stretch, now. I've sent a top-secret message to the FBI telling them to get the identity of our mysteryAtlantianout of the vault and prepare it from transport. This chapter's from Carson 'POV, just so you know. I make a refrence to a few seasononeepisodes.The plotbunniesand thelaundry bunnies are waging war over me, the winner gets to take over my brain for Monday. BiteMeTechie, yes I know that I'm evil with allthe cliff-hangers,but I can't help it. The plot bunnies made me do it. I swear. Don't know who said 'O what a tangled web we weave', most likely some famous dead guy. Either way, don't own the saying and don't own 'SGA'. Read and Review or I might sic the plot bunnies on you. Or the laundry bunnies. Whoever wins.
She's gonna be ok. I sigh, and rub my eyes trying to stay awake. Four hours for two God damn bullets. Have to thank Rodney for proving that he actually has a pair when he went back for her. This is why I didn't want her to return to active duty, something like this was bound to happen. But she was bound and determined to get out after being stuck in the city for too long. She stubborn, that's what she is. I tried to convince her not to go, I didn't want her to get killed and leave little Stuart and me alone, but she said that there was nothing to worry about. "It's just a routine mission." Those words echo in my mind as I look at her sleeping. Hah, routine mission my ass. John says that he swears he didn't know that the locals had gotten weapons from the Genii, but I don't believe him. In fact, I highly doubt it since I know about his thing for that guy, Kolya. When I saw Rodney hovering around her when we were in the Gate room there was something in his expression that brought up a lot of unanswered questions. Don't know why, but I get the feeling there was something between the both of them before we got married. And then of course, there are the rumors; that after the Dart incident they were seeing each other, she only married me because I'm a lot more caring than he is. I refuse to believe them, in a place this small there's bound to be a rumor mill with the majority of the stuff being not true. But the one I can't completely ignore is the one about Stuart not being my son. They say that he looks too much like Rodney for it to be a coincidence. Even I see a bit of McKay in him. Pushing the thought out of my mind I sit down and start to doze off when I hear her start to wake. Sitting up, instantly awake, I take her hand and say, "Hey."
"Mmm." She mumbles.
"How you feelin'?"
"groggy…where Stu?" she asks, her eyes still closed.
"Wit' Katie…what happened?" I ask gently.
"…don't know if he's yours." She mumbles. "love Carson. happy, just go away."
I'm confused. Who does she think I am? "Why don' you jus' rest now?" I say, putting her hand down and gently kissing her head. "We'll talk 'bout this later."
"'k." She whispers and then falls back asleep.
I leave the infirmary, but don't head back to our quarters. I end up walking aimlessly around Atlantis, just thinking about what she said.
"Canna ask you somethin', love?" Carson asks me as we get ready for bed.
"Sure what is it?" I say, sitting down on our bed.
"When we were datin', afta the thing wit' you an' Rodney," he pauses, not sure what to say next.
"What about it?" I ask, almost dreading where he was going.
"Did you ever go out wit' him?" he finishes, looking straight at me.
"Yes." My brain thinks as I hear myself reply, "No." I sit next to him and ask, "Why do you ask?"
"Oh, ye know." He says, leaning towards me. I grin and move closer as well. "There's all kinda talk 'bout you an' Rodney."
Ok, that just killed the mood. I put my hand up, stopping Carson five inches from me. "Talk?" I ask, raising an eyebrow. "What kind of talk?"
"Ye know…tha' afta what happen' with' the Dart an' all. Tha' the two of ya…ya know…" he says trailing off.
"No I don't know." I say, looking at him, trying to see in his eyes if he truly knew what had happened between Rodney and me. But all I see is love.
Carson sighs, clearly not wanting to talk about this but knowing that he has too. "Tha' the two of ya…were more than jus' friends."
I sigh. This is one of the downsides of living on in such a small city. Gossip runs rampant and people are constantly sticking their noses where they don't belong. "Carson," I say, looking him in the eyes. "why would I want to be anything more than just friends with McKay? I've only been in love with one man and it's you." I can see the relief in his eyes when I finish speaking. "Oh my God," I think. "he actually believes them." Silent, we both climb into bed and turn out the lights. Carson falls asleep almost right away, but I, however, lay awake thinking. I can't help but feel terrible about all of this. Carson's so sweet; he doesn't deserve to be treated like this. It's strange, but all of this reminds me of the saying, 'O what a tangled web we weave.'