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"Rodney!" Teyla's voice sounded from behind him as she rushed in. "What is wrong?"
"Teyla? What? Oh, nothing's wrong except Woolsey's an idiot and so is Parrish," Rodney groaned realizing his teammate must have heard him scream.
"I am glad. I was worried you might be... stir crazy in this space," Teyla said as she sat down her son and a computer. Torren immediately grabbed at Ronon's broken laptop.
"No, no," Rodney said as he reached to take the computer from the little boy and remembered he had no gloves yet. "Uh, Teyla, could you please move Torren."
Teyla raised her eyebrows and looked at him strangely. "Why do you not move the computer?"
"Because I don't have any gloves on. They have tons of... germs on them," Rodney said as Teyla moved Torren to sit on a cleaner part of the desk.
"Did someone call for gloves?" Carson's voice spoke from the doorway.
Rodney looked up and groaned as Carson had a computer under his arm in addition to a box of gloves and bottle of hand sanitizer. "Carson, what do you want?"
"I still make house calls," he said smiling as he set the box of gloves and the hand sanitizer down. " Hello Teyla and Torren," Carson said as he reached out to pinch Torren's chubby cheek, which elicited a squeal from the little boy.
"I know Sheppard put all of you up to this, so I won't punish you for his transgressions," Rodney said to his teammate as he pulled on gloves to take apart her laptop. "Carson on the other hand…"
"Hey, I've been in the field for a couple months and this is how I'm treated," Carson said with mock sadness, making Torren squeal louder at the silly expression and reach for the Scotsman, who picked him up.
"The Colonel and I have not spoken all day, Rodney. Torren spilled something on it while Marie was watching him this morning so I could work out." Teyla looked at her son being spun around in the arms of Doctor Becket and smiled.
"I'll have to take this apart and clean it. Do you know what was spilled?" Rodney asked as he pried the base open.
"No, let me ask Marie," Teyla said as she turned away for a moment to call the nurse.
"Torren, it's your godfather Rodney," Carson said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"I delivered him," Rodney said as he grabbed a bunch of lint-free wipes to clean off the case.
"Aye, and something that to this day still amazes me," Carson said
As if to prove Carson wrong, Torren reached out to Rodney, causing the cantankerous astrophysicist to smile. "I need to fix your mommy's computer first," he said smiling at the boy. He glared at Carson because the little boy obviously liked his godfather.
As he pulled the casing apart to see a substance sticking the keys together, he thought it smelled pleasant. "Teyla, did you..."
"Marie said it was orange juice..."
Once again, Rodney screamed, only this time he backed away from the computer, tripping over the crappy chair and falling backwards, to land hard on his backside.
TBC
A/N:Yes, Rodney whumping, too.
