See part 1 for disclaimer and other important information.
AN: I apologize for the seriously long time it has taken me to post another chapter. Fanfiction and a double major just do not go hand and hand. In the interim, I have discovered that I do not write descriptive sex scenes, which is what this section was supposed to be. Sadly, you will be getting a very befuddled Rodney instead. This will be the last chapter, but an epilogue will follow, hopefully within a reasonable amount of time.
The weeks that follow all pass in a hazy blur. Anezka grows like a weed—much to the chagrin of Rodney and Radek. The sleepless nights of the teething process and a near catastrophe when Anezka decides to learn how to crawl in the lab only add to the weariness of the couple—and to the thinness of the science staff's patience.
"Elizabeth, we couldn't possibly…"
"Rodney this is an order—not a suggestion—the two of you have been reeking havoc on the science staff for weeks—Miko was in here crying yesterday."
Radek cringes as he realizes that that is probably his fault, but the woman following Rodney was really starting to get on his nerves—she had great potential without being Rodney's shadow.
"We're not ready to leave Anezka with a babysitter for that long," Rodney states triumphantly, but inwardly cringes at using his daughter as an excuse to not leave the lab.
"Gentlemen," Elizabeth begins in a tone of voice that means the debate is about to end, "Anezka will be fine. I wouldn't dream of doing this if I didn't know a large support system existed—you two should already know that. Go pack—John will be waiting to shuttle you to the mainland."
They exit the room like chastised school children.
"Damnit I it hate when she does that." Radek mumbles in Czech.
"So do I."
Radek stops and looks at him curiosity.
"What? You think your language is so complicated that I couldn't figure it out?"
Radek rambles a few unconnected words in the hopes of confusing Rodney.
"I don't know that much, but it makes you wonder what I know that you think I don't know."
Radek shakes his head and just starts walking again. "Why do I put up with him?"
"Hey, I heard that."
"Now what do we do?" McKay asks exasperated as he watches Sheppard pilot the jumper back to Atlantis.
"I don't know—we have not been without lap tops since we arrived on Atlantis."
"I had three months of data to correlate."
"And the Daedalus just brought the latest video games."
"At least they left us MREs," McKay sighs moving away from the door.
"How can you be hungry?"
"I don't know why everyone complains about these," he ponders, ripping open the pack.
"Not everyone else is a pig either."
"Hey," he objects, "Ya know this is precisely why I don't take vacations."
"You are afraid people will notice your eating habits?"
"No," he exclaims expecting Zelenka to keep up with the topic change, "There's nothing to do."
"We should build a fire."
"Why"
"Because by the time we get it going it will be dark and chilly."
"I don't see how they thought this would be relaxing."
Radek's assessment of the situation is indeed correct. By the time they take a leisurely stroll to collect kindling and tinder, figure out how the Athosian version of flew functions, and actually get the fire lit, the sun is just starting to set.
They drag the Athosian sleeping mates over to the fire and wrap up in their sleeping bags.
"This is sort of cozy," McKay mumbles in between bites of food, "in a Little House on the Prairie sort of way."
"That is too much work for ambient effect."
"Work?"
Radek glares at him.
They sit in silence while McKay eats.
"Did Elizabeth tell you who is babysitting?"
"No"
They look at each other panicked for a moment.
"I'm sure she is fine."
"Yeah," McKay sighs.
Radek scoots closer and wraps an arm around Rodney.
"I think this is the first time we've been alone since Anezka was born."
"Can we really say born? Born implies a birth…"
"You are missing the point." Zelenka leans in to kiss him.
"Oh-oh" McKay nervously stammers and scoots backward flailing as the sleeping gag catches around his legs.
"Rodney!" Zelenka is stuck between flabbergasted and frustrated.
"No—No—I didn't sign up for this part. I thought we agreed that we're only quasi-gay. The waist is far enough. I…I still think of leggy blonde scientists." The last bit comes out in an even more of a rush as though he's trying to prove a point he doesn't really believe himself.
"It is ludicrous for us to remain celibate."
"Ludicrous?" McKay freezes because he can't really argue that point.
"Come back over here."
Rodney listens because he doesn't know what else to do. Radek settles in to kiss him again and he relaxes, figuring that Radek is on the same page as him now.
It isn't until Rodney feels the hardness of Radek's dick against his side that he realizes that Radek is in another book entirely.
"I think we need hot coco," Rodney muses, hoping to stall further confrontation.
Radek looks at him with disbelief. "I think you are missing the point."
"I think the Daedalus brought more mini-marshmallows. The Athosian version never actually melted in the coco. I'm beginning to wonder what we were really eating," Rodney continues as he extracts himself from the blankets.
"Rodney!" Radek's voice is terse with the intention of shocking Rodney out of his distraction.
"How do I get the water hot?"
"I give up." Radek's tone escalates into anger. "I will make coco and then we will discuss custody arrangement."
"What? I won't have sex with you so you walk out."
"I cannot live with you avoiding serious conversation."
"I…I…"
"Yes that is what I thought." Radek fills a pan with water, turning his back on Rodney.
Rodney sits back down in front of the fire, huddling in the blanks. Radek continues to ignore Rodney while heating the pan of water over the fire.
"In Russian," McKay begins slowly, "I walked in on a pair of soldiers in one of my storage rooms. I wasted a perfectly good lunch on the floor. When I think of sex, I think of Samantha Carter."
"Then what have we been doing?' Radek counters still upset.
"Do we have give it a name?" He then adds sadly, "I was happy with whatever it was."
Nothing is said until Radek hands Rodney a cup of hot chocolate. "I couldn't find any marshmallows."
"That's okay."
They sit awkwardly next to each other.
Radek sighs. "I am being unrealistic. I should not have expected a relationship with you to be normal."
"I don't do relationships."
"Being pessimistic will not help things."
"We still haven't solved the problem," Rodney offers as proof.
"You haven't thrown up yet. I take that to be a good sign."
"I take that as a sign that I haven't eaten enough."
Rodney tries to get up, but Radek grabs his arm. "Stay. I promise I will not attempt to ravish you tonight."
"Okay," Rodney responds hesitantly.
They sit silently together until the coco is gone and the warmth of the fire lolls them to sleep.
TBC