As he and Jennifer headed to get that drink, a familiar looking figure ducking into one of the rooms ahead caught Rodney's attention. "Well, that was strange," he observed.
"What?"
"That looked like…. But why would General O'Neill be on Atlantis? And what on earth would he be doing in the infirmary?"
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It was sitting on his dresser when he entered his quarters - a chilled six-pack. Grabbing the post-it note stuck to the side of the container, he read: "Thanks, McKay. I owe you one."
He had no idea who'd left it, or why.
And he didn't even like Guinness.