McKay's Day

Chapter 2

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1300 Hours, Dr. Rodney McKay's Lab, City of Atlantis, Pegasus Galaxy

Now this is the way the day is supposed to go. A message of encouragement from the IOA to make progress on the ZPM matter. Yes! Rodney knew they had to have someone there who knew what they were doing. Not like that Woolsey character that had been here a few times. Did that idiot actually think anyone would seriously allow him to assume command over Sam and countermand her orders? Hah! Ronon or Sheppard would have beat him to a pulp!

Oh God. Ronon! Sam, naturally, had found him and the General enjoying a small snack of cake after the sandwiches and all hell had broke loose. How unfair can she be?? She only sighed at the General, but she turned to Rodney and started chewing him out again! Rodney tried to explain that he was only saving a life by giving some needed nourishment to the General and that only set her off some more. Hello?? He thought she was in love with the guy and here she is going off on a person who was helping him? That made no sense whatsoever. Now he had to report to Ronon the next morning at 0600 hours for combat training. Maybe he should talk to John and have him convince Sam he didn't need anymore combat training. Four years on the elite team should have proven to anyone what a seasoned battle hardened warrior he was. Shouldn't it?? Rodney thought so. He made a mental note to talk to Sheppard later.

That talk with the General had sure been a hell of an experience. The man had really been through some serious shit. Can you imagine losing your son because the kid shot himself accidentally with your service pistol? Rodney couldn't and he really felt bad for O'Neill. Charlie had sounded like a great kid. Rodney had told Jack about his sister and how it had scared him out of his mind when she went missing a few months back. He'd also opened up a bit about Carson and his own guilt over brushing his friend off the day he had died. The General had let him talk and he actually felt batter. Maybe the old guy wasn't such a hard ass after all.

Ping.

Now what? He turned his back for one minute and already they can't get along without him? Oh, wait. It was only an e-mail. Rodney checked and smiled. It was from his sister. Opening it, he smiled even further until she wrote that she had solved another particularly troubling group of subset equations in the wormhole computation theory he as working on. Damn! One more reminder that he needed to step up his work on the theory side of his job and make sure no one could out do the go to man. Maybe Sam would be willing to pull him off combat training until he had more work done on his new approach to wormhole physics and Stargate applications? No. He was sure she wouldn't.

"Rodney?"

Yes! Jennifer got his message. Maybe he could talk her into some quick sex before her Girl's Night began. 'The Rocket' was still drooping after finding out about Girl's Night earlier.

"Hey," Rodney said with a grin and strut as he walked over to her.

Jennifer smiled in amusement. She was infatuated with Rodney and she enjoyed his cockiness. She imagined that part of her interest was based in part on his having saved her life in that Genii mine, but he had some good qualities, his massive ego aside. When it came right down to it, he cared about people. His insecurities affected peoples opinions of him, but she'd been able to see the genuine Rodney.

"You wanted to see me?" she asked.

"Yes, um, what time is the Girl's Night scheduled to begin?" he asked in return.

Jennifer chuckled. She knew exactly what he was pressing on about. He wanted some more sex after the night he'd had last night. Her little energizer bunny sure was eager.

"What's the matter?" she questioned. "Didn't my little energizer bunny get enough last night to last him more than one day?"

"I'm a guy," Rodney pointed out. "We never get enough. And can we cool it on the 'little' stuff? 'The Rocket' is not little."

Jen raised a brow. Yes it was, but that had never bothered her too much. Rodney was energetic and enthusiastic, which in her opinion made up for a lot. Now if she could only work on his stamina a bit. Sure they had gone at it four times the night before, but he always finished after only a few minutes. She needed to do a bit of research and see if hyperactivity affected a person's sexual stamina. She thought she remembered reading something about that once in a health journal, but she wasn't sure. It seemed to make sense.

"We're meeting up right after dinner, Rodney," Jennifer told him. "We've got some serious gossiping to catch up on for this week and we don't want to waste any time."

Gossip? Did that mean she was going to be discussing him and the incredible sex she'd received? Or was she going to be using that 'little' comment when referring to him as an 'energizer bunny?' Oh God. He was doomed!

"What are you going to be gossiping about?" he asked, trying to sound calm.

"Sorry, that's classified," she replied.

Now Rodney was really worried. Classified meant they were going to be talking about him! He wasn't a genius for nothing. He knew about these things. Now there would three other women who knew all about his incredible love skills. Wait a minute. That wouldn't be so bad. Sam had always been hot for him. Now she would know just what she had missed out on by latching onto that old guy. Granted the man was a hero, but come on. Hero versus Love God? That should have been a no brainer, but obviously she had made the wrong decision. Oh well. Jennifer was hot, too. Maybe he would have to rethink these Girl's Nights.

"So I guess a little rendezvous is out of the question?" he asked in a whiny voice. Hey! He was desperate here. 'The Rocket' needed some real attention, not self love.

Jennifer laughed. "Sorry Rodney," she told him as she patted his arm. She looked at her watch and gasped. "Damn. I need to get back to work. Some of my staff need broke for lunch." She leaned over and gave him a peck on the cheek. "Now behave and we'll see about some attention for 'The Rocket' tomorrow."

"Okay," he moped as she walked out of his lab. The he perked up. Lunch! He just had lunch, but all this emotional back and forth was draining. He needed a snack. Smiling widely, he opened his lab cooler and pulled out a massive piece of triple chocolate fudge cake. Now this was the life! Maybe he would have a second piece before getting back to work.