AN: Great y'all like the story. And maybe now you wanna know who Darleen is and why Carson hasn't dared to write her at first...?
xxxxx
Dear Darleen,
Love, I'm really sorry I didn't talk to you for so long.
And if you believe it or not, it still bloodily irks me that I couldn't be there for your MD presentation. I'm sure you did really great, (I mean you surely got the A+ ) Congratulations anyway.
I hope you are no longer mad at me because I left you that night without telling you where I was going. I think by now my mum has already informed you that I had to go on an international mission to a secret place.
I wished I could've told you or even taken you with me (I could've tried if your presentation had been a wee earlier; my team could really use another virology expert with your marks).
Honestly now: I'm horribly and bloody lonely without you, honeycake. I want to hug you right now, in case you ever want to hug me again.
All right, I'm really sorry to have left you behind. Love you lots.
Best wishes, your little Carson-cake
P.S.: When I return, would you allow me to accompany you to your fling competitions again? There's really no one in the whole world who can fling like you, believe me.
xxxxx
There was a crooked daisy drawn beneath the signature, Rodney stared at it with incomprehension for at least thirty seconds before he put the letter away.
What kind of guy painted daisies under love letters if he knew that they looked clumsy? And who'd deliberately think of complimenting the way a woman flings?
He surely didn't, given the fact that he was no Scotsman and had never really felt the urge to write embarrassing stuff like this.
With a frown he unfolded the next paper, strongly expecting to find an even clumsier love poem, letting out a relieved sigh as he didn't, though the content of this letter wasn't much nicer:
xxxxx
Dear Mum,
What happened to me today was against all my ethical beliefs and far beyond the Hippocratic oath. Because of my own and some other people's inconsistency, a lot of people had to pay a high price. (I wished I could tell you more.)
It's definitely one of the moments in which I could a big cup of hot chocolate and a huge load of your consoling words. Times like these are when I miss you the most. There's no one who can build me up when I'm down like you can.
Accordingly my situation without you is bloody crappy right now (please excuse my choice of words).
But really: all I'm left to do is smooch Stinky or wait for Rodney to give me some consolation, which is really hard to get, since on this subject he's really more a taker than a giver, it's bloody difficult, I tell you.
I have to attend a briefing now.
Love, Carson
P.S.: I'll try to be a happy lad again soon, so that you won't have to worry. (We both know how that affects your health.)
xxxxx
Rodney scratched his temple. Did Carson really think him to be a whining kid that needed his consolation all the time? Now he knew which person had just kicked himself out of the possible close confidant's list so that only Dr. Hightmeyer was left on it.
With a sigh he dug deeper into the pile of Carson's personal letters, secretly wondering what would happen if somebody read his diary like this.
xxxxx
AN: If he knew, he has no idea... Hopefully you also liked the sadder letters. CU again soon, Baalsgirl