White Mice by Baalsgirl
Rating: K/ PG
Disclaimer: I still don't own Stargate Atlantis (but I haven't given up hope, yet). But, ok, for now I own this particular story line.
Season: still 1 (I'll get to see 2 next spring or so, sigh)
Pairings: bit of a Carson/Rodney slash
Summary: Rodney has guzzled unknown stuff again, Carson has to bear the consequences...
AN: I've just eaten two bowls of straciatella pudding, don't feel much better than Rod ;-)
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With a sigh Carson sat down at his desk, coolly balancing a cup of steaming black tea on a saucer. It was his first decent break after an extremely strenuous nine hour day. He swore death to the one who'd dare to disturb his peace now.
But of course he had not to wait three minutes until said thing happened. He slammed the saucer onto the table uttering an angry groan, "Bloody buggers, if that isn't deadly important..."
Grumbling he stuck his head around the corner to see John Sheppard waving at him, a slumped and wailing Rodney holding on to his shoulder.
"Hey Doc", Sheppard grinned as Carson walked over, "Was just on the way back to my quarters and guess what, I've found McKay here puking around the hall."
"Crap", Carson muttered to himself with his eyes rolling to the ceiling. Grabbing a new pair of spandex gloves he crouched down in front of him. "Rodney", he addressed his miserable patient, "can you hear me?"
All that came back was an unintelligible murmur that sounded like a mix of "Shut up" and "I'm fine."
Carson frowned at it. "Rodney?" he asked again.
"I'm not deaf, Carson", Rodney growled now.
"Obviously not", unnerved he directed Sheppard toward the exam table where they sat Rodney down.
"So", Carson sighed, "let's see what's wrong with our patient. Rodney", he looked him straight into the eyes, "what have you eaten this time?"
His eyes stared back at him blankly, then suddenly they widened, making Rodney look a little like an inflated hamster. Carson had a bad suspicion, "Don't say you need to throw up again!"
McKay nodded slowly, clearly showing that he could not hold the stuff back much longer. Carson reached for the next kidney bowl in his proximity and held it out to catch the vomit before it could muck up the neatly polished floor. After a confused look at the bowl's contents he put it away and turned to John.
"Any idea what might've found the way into his stomach this time?"
He shrugged, "Nope. Want me to start a little investigation on it?"
"Could be helpful, thank you."
After the major had trotted away he turned back to Rodney and pulled out a pen lamp to check on his glazed eyes. Grunting Rodney pulled away from its gleaming light. "Leave me be", he huffed quietly and turned his head away..
"You're a wee crybaby, know that?" Carson retorted.
"Very funny", his patient muttered quietly against the wall, "you too."
"All right", the Scotsman tried to sound as calm as he could, "now, I'd be very obliged to you if you told me what you've eaten today."
"Nothing of your concern", came the snappish response, "and now lemme sleep."
Without another word he curled himself up, facing the wall and after some seconds he was sound asleep.
Meanwhile Carson walked back into his office to finish his tea, cursing as he realized that it had already turned tepid.
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After awhile Major Sheppard made another appearance, poking his head through the office door. "Oh, am I interrupting something?" he smirked stupidly.
Carson rose slowly, "Have you found out anything, Major?"
His grin broadened, "Um, I've got a little riddle for you. What is blue, looks a little like chocolate, smells a little like chocolate but is none?"
"A chocolate Smurf?", Beckett frowned not quite getting Sheppard's point, "So, what do you want to tell me?"
John reached into his pocket and held out a small blue lump to him. "It's some kind of plasticine. The Athosian kids gave me some of it.
"So you think this is what he's eaten?" Carson inquired, "But why?"
Sheppard giggled, "Well I've got a theory: McKay went into my office because he had something to bother me with. But unfortunately I was out for a little pee and so no one was there. Suppose Rodney was a bit famished and/or bored and started to stick his nose into the stuff I keep in my desk."
"And so he ate the plasticine mistaking it for some chocolate substitute you might've kept from him."
"Exactly", John paused meaningfully, "But there's more."
"What?" Carson blurted out.
He giggled mischievously, "I had forgotten a rotten Milky Way in one of my drawers, it's also gone."
"Gee, sometimes I really wonder whether Rodney is a four-year-old toddler sticking everything into his greedy mouth", Carson bashed his forehead.
"Well, me too", Shep consented.
That moment they heard a call from the other room, it was Rodney who had just woken up again.
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"Carson?"
Both Beckett and Sheppard jogged over to see what was wrong now.
"What now, Rodney?" Carson exquired as he saw Rodney staring into a certain direction.
"I...I think I'm delirious", he stammered fearfully, "I see white mice, over there", he pointed shakily throwing himself into the Scotsman's arms and started to whimper.
While John nearly banged his head into the next wall with laughter, he pattered the physicist's back saying, "But, Rodney there are white mice. it's my lab mice, some time ago I decided to move them a bit."
"Really?" Rodney's voice was still shaking.
"Yes, really", Beckett let out a long groan, "and now get back to sleep."
He waited until Rodney had lain down again, "But please stay around, will ya?" he pleaded.
"I'll be there", Carson promised him before he turned to Sheppard again, "and you're sure you're not missing anything alcoholic?"
John frowned, "Well I haven't checked that yet..."
"Than you'd better check it. I have no idea how alcohol would in combination react with Athosian plasticine."
"Okay, Doc, gonna check that", almost merrily the major leapt away again.
Beckett gave a pained sigh, this was going to be a long night.
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Okay, so far. Hopefully more will follow soon. And of course I'll try and update "Note to Myself" asap as well.