Note to Myself, Chapter 13
Dedications: To KC who finally survived her exams. Congratulations!
AN: Not all kilts have pleats, honestly. I've only seen some that have and mostly only in one place... And, yes, I hope Paul McGillion has nice knees, too.
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Carson snorted as he turned over, away from Rodney's insulting Halloween escapades and realized that now some other people had landed themselves in his colleague's lamentation focus:
Dear Diary,
Who said I were in LOVE! Are they all still hung over from that ridiculous Halloween booze party or what?
I mean imagine this conspiring bunch of Sheppard, Ford and Teyla sitting together finding these highly important totally funny while the ingenious Aidena and me try to work.
But as always that's not all: As I was of to bed just now, Sheppard smirked at me in this absolutely stupid manner of his, asking if I didn't realize Aidena being hot on me.
As you can imagine he caught poor me totally off guard with this childish question. And of course his other two party animals across the table had a great time chuckling their heads off at it.
Do you have an idea why they always try to pull my leg? Well, I really don't, it's just annoying.
I desperately need to roll in now. Later, Rodney
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Carson slapped his forehead. Rodney desperately needed a bloody can of humor. And he could've told him that he had met somebody, maybe he could've provided him with some wee flirtation tips, since it was an understatement that with his lack of social behavior he would never really get a girl to like him for long.
Quickly he began to read the next entry and realized that he was right:
Dear Diary,
Sorry for pawing all over you, but I can't see more than contours right now.
Why couldn't I just shut my trap? Now Sheppard is cross with me, since he thinks it's my fault that we didn't get the ZedPM.
I wouldn't admit it in front of him, but he's probably right. Why did I blurt out with us not being native to Atlantis? All right, I know it: I'm a terrible liar, that's all.
To be honest: This entire day was crap, it started when I ran into that stone wall after getting up and didn't get any better as that repellent Kolya guy showed up again, wanting us to get him OUR ZPM.
Oh my god, I hate him, hate him, HATE him. (Though I think I did a brave job negotiating with him, though Sheppard wanted me to shut up; bold me.)
Note to Myself: Find myself more opportunities to show Sheppard that he's actually pretty clueless, though he passed the MENSA test.
The only "good" idea he actually had was firing these tremendous flash grenades. I still can't see a single thing. So, if you want to blame somebody for fatty fingerprints you should choose Sheppard.
But you don't know today's highlight, yet: Three fat Wraith hive ships are headed for the city. Looks as if we've got a fair chance to get all life sucked from us... Let's not talk about it.
Regards, your favorite blind fish, Rodney
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Blind fish, that somewhat explained how Rodney had been behaving after the flash had hit him:
Pawing all over him, before turning his infirmary into a bloody mess, believing that he would stay blind forever. Still Carson was sure that he only wanted to distract himself from the Wraith ships approaching Atlantis.
Snickering the Scotsman remembered how he had distracted his own self by writing an angry letter to his friend Darleen:
Dear Darleen,
Why is it that Sergeant Bates, our charming security chief, always has to yell at me like that? He is a pesky little bugger, even more than bloody Aiden Ford.
This time we had a cat fight about me flying one of those puddle jumpers. I told him that I was a physician and no bloody fighter pilot, but noooo, he had to talk me into this.
And then, as we were aboard he tried to be reassuring! My god, he's so bloody bad at it... All he achieved with it was bugger nothing (only that I'll do the same to him, next he shows up around here...)
Perhaps I could say something like, "Och, poor Sergeant, is that wee needle too big for your sensitive bum?" What do you think?
I need to stop writing now, work calls. Love, Carson
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Rodney almost let out a cheerful squeak. This time he had to agree with the Highland drama queen, Bates definitely was a big pain in the neck, he desperately needed a nice, mischievous kick into his fat Hoo-ah butt.
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All right, thank you for reading, people. I'll try to update soon, just give me two or three more weeks for my exams.
Thankies, Baalsgirl
And, Lou, I'm sort of flattered. There's nothing wrong with it, really. Merci beaucoup. ;-)