Three months had gone by after the day the box came. They each had gotten a job and taken on oath of service for Elizabeth. They were official members of Atlantis now.
Danielle had been doing some paperwork and managed to get a cut. Not one of the tiny ones that sting for hours, this page had managed to get her all down her arm. From mid-arm to her elbow. Not only was it ten times the size, it was ten times the pain. She decided to go to the infirmary for a big band-aid or something.
She walked in and the place was almost empty. Carson was in his office doing, take a guess, paperwork. She knocked and went in.
"Carson my report bit me!"
"What do you mean?" he asked in that Scottish accent of his.
She held up her arm to show him the now bleeding cut. "I was writing my report on the new ancient do-hicky and it scratched me! Can you fix it for me please?"
He looked at her in disbelivement. "That is a paper cut?"
"Yes and it's bleeding! You're a wonderful doctor; you can help me can't you?"
"Yes, of course I can. All you need is some germ spray and a bandage and you'll be good to go." he stood up. "Follow me into my office."
She looked around. "Carson, this is your office."
He chuckled. "Yes, it is. I meant the infirmary."
She blushed and mumbled. "Oh, right."
Once they were in the room she sat down on one of the beds. He went into the back to get the items he needed. As he sprayed it on he decided that it was too quiet.
"So it's been three months and you're still doing paperwork?"
"Yes." she sighed. "I could do more but I don't think everyone fully trusts us. I get why and all, but like you said, it's been three months. Don't get the wrong idea, up until today I loved paper, but now I'm afraid we'll have to be mortal enemies. I'll have to get a new job."
He couldn't help but laugh. "Yes, well maybe Dr. McKay will let you get his coffee."
"Uh, I'd rather go three rounds with the paper. Not to mention the fact that he probably thinks that I'll put poison in it."
"Not Rodney. He won't think twice before taking a drink, don't ever doubt it."
"I'd like to see that."
"All finished. You're free to go."
She looked down at her arm. "Really? Can't you just say that... ummm.. you've just found out that I'm allergic or something?"
"I'm afraid not. Now run along. As much as I'd like to talk, I've got a ton of paper work of my own to do."
