A/N: Sorry that it's been such a long time. Somehow I lost track of the DVD releases But now that they're finally airing S2 on TV where I live there's a good chance that won't be my only post this month...
xxxxx
Carson turned to the next page smiling quietly to himself as he discovered a different but familiar handwriting on it.
Dear Rodney,
So, you're having a diary? I hadn't thought a guy with such a disorganized mind like yours would, but anyway.
I hope you don't mind that I'll borrow your body for awhile, now that you're asleep. We (or better your buttocks) definitely need a work-out. I mean really, if you'd work out more you wouldn't need to sleep on such a stupid mattress.
That's all I wanted to tell you. Yours, Laura
PS: Having read everything you put down here I feel compelled to tell you that I neither have a brush cut, nor am I a 'hoorah butt'. Man, Carson is WAY more sensible than you are.
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Dear Diary,
Looks like we've been COMPROMISED. I can't believe it! That woman has actually read all I told you in confident.
Well, at least she tried to help me to get closer to my sweet Katie. (Though she got me drunk in the process...)
But for that again she used me to kiss Carson. Can you imagine that? The Highlander, of all people!
Okay, it didn't taste that bad after all. A bit like chicken. And luckily Carson makes a point on brushing his teeth. I don't want to know what had happened if she had a crush on Ronon instead. Well, let's better not talk about it...
To get back on my Katie again. She's nice and delicate a person. Because of her I don't have any more interest in Mrs. Couple's Therapist. Yes, Kate, I'm talking about you! I don't know what qualified you for this expedition.
Close your eyes and try to relax, blah, blah, blah. I'm a VERY BUSY man for heaven's sake.
Note to Myself: Find out if there's bickering about Laura and me on the next girl's poker night and if so decapitate some people...
Well, right now I feel beyond beaten. I need a nap on my very nice surgical mattress to relax from my time with a hoorah butt.
See you tomorrow. Best, your friend Rodney.
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Carson sighed. Judging from what he had just read Laura and Rodney would never be real friends. At least so he had her for himself...
xxxxx
Dear Laura,
Lassie, I'm so sorry for what has happened to you last week. I'm so glad that you got your own body back in the end.
To be honest, you look way more lovely in it than you did confined to Rodney's body. Not that he isn't a poor lad, too, but he just can't beat your delicacy and beauty. Oh, and he just can't kiss properly.
I'm writing you this not only to tell you I'm sorry, but also to thank you for saving me from the Wraith beam on the planet. I really don't want to know what would've bloody happened if all three of us would've been stuck inside Rodney's head... Let's better not think about it.
Love and kisses, Carson
xxxxx
Rodney snorted. He wouldn't dare thinking about that either. Perhaps with Bones in his head he'd even started to speak with a brogue. Yikes, that would've been a scandal.
Slowly he turned the ridiculous pink sheet over and found a blue post-it on it's back:
Dear Mom,
I think I'm in love. Please give me some helpful advice. She's such a pretty, self-conscious lass and I feel a little insecure when I'm talking to her. I wished you could be here to help me.
Yours, Carson
Laughing Rodney put the letter away again. Maybe this little trouble was a case that wouldn't overtax Kate Heightmeyer after all...