Anita looked down at the translation and sighed. It had some traits similar to Latin and Celtic. Neither of which did she know very much about. She mainly worked with Egyptian and Mayan. How in the hell did the Ancients come up with this? And how in the hell can Freddie, the person working with her, make it so boring?
"They seem to be trying to make a point." he finished, obviously proud of himself.
"Freddie, why would they write it if they didn't have a point to make? Better yet, what is the point?" He just stared at her like she was stupid or something. She hated when people did that. "What's the point Freddie? After all, this is why you woke me up at three in the morning, without coffee I might add, and then kept me here for three hours, trying to explain it to me. Not to mention that I still don't have coffee."
"W-well. Umm.. I don't really know what the point is." Before he had even finished the sentence she was gathering up her stuff. "What are you doing?"
"Freddie, I haven't had sleep for two days. When I finally get to sleep, you wake me up. It very hazardous to YOUR health for me to stay here. VERY." with that she left.
She couldn't believe his nerve. It's going to be all his fault if she's late in the morning. She was so busy ranting on about him in her head that she didn't notice as some stepped around the corner. She walked headlong into Rodney. They both fell to the ground and their papers went everywhere.
"Damnit!" Why did everything happen to her? Rodney looked up from his spot on the floor. She looked as tired as he did.
"Anita, what are you doing out so late, or early?" She mumbled something about sleep, Freddie, ass-kicking and coffee. She mentioned coffee several times. He came to the conclusion that she wasn't a morning person. "Okay then, why are you on the South wing? I thought your quarters were on the West?"
"Great, that's just great! Now, on top of it all, I'm lost. I will kill Freddie and the transporter both before the day begins." she stood up and sighed. It'd take them at least an half an hour to sort through all of the papers. As they sorted, they talked.
"So, just what did Freddie do?"
"He woke me up at three this morning to tell me, in a three hour lecture, that in the message they're trying to prove something. I haven't slept for two days because I was working on that damned translation and when I finally get the chance, he wakes me up. He didn't even get me coffee!" Rodney knew how frustrated she was. He had gone for days without sleep too. It seemed that no one on the base had been sleeping well. Especially those who were working on the device that Sheppard's team had found on K4J-993. They assumed that it was a weapon, but couldn't figure it out. They depend on the very text Anita was trying to figure out.
He suddenly felt guilty. It was his fault she wasn't sleeping. He had pushed for the translators to pick up the pace. Wait, he wasn't supposed to feel guilty. He had made countless others sleep deprived. Why did he feel guilty now?
"So, what are you doing here so late?"
"Oh, I was just coming to check on the generators."
"This late?"
"Yes, there's nothing else to do."
She laughed. "You could sleep. I've heard that it's very nice."
"Yes, I've heard that too."They were finally finished. "Well, I'll see you in about five hours. Sleep till then."
"Bye Rodney"
"Bye."
"Hey, Anita Get up." someone was pounding on her door. Damn them to depths of hell. She got up and opened the door. There stood Rodney. He looked really excited.
"Whd ya want?" she mumbled, pulling on her robe.
"Freddie figured it out. He wants both of us down there ASAP." She turned around. "What are you doing?"
"Trying to find my shoes." He grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the room.
"We don't have time. Here," he shoved a cup in her hands. "This should wake you up." It was coffee. Apparently her coffee rant had stuck. They raced down to his office.
"Well, "Rodney said as he stood beside the table." What is it?"
Freddie was so excited. "Well, it's something I've never seen before"
"Yes."
"It's a cooking device. Cool, huh?" Anita smiled as Rodney put his head in his hands. All of that non-sleep gone to waste. Joy.
