While You Were Sleeping SGA Redux 3/? (R)
Title: While You Were Sleeping SGA Redux
Author: lavvyan
Pairing: McShep
Rating: R (for language mostly)
Summary: Well. See title.
Notes: I tried to steal as much of the plot and as few of the lines as possible. Needless to say, this is all not mine (hence me using the word 'steal' in the first sentence). Look up 'While You Were Sleeping' here and 'Stargate: Atlantis' here if you want the proper credits.
Part One Part Two
~~~
"So. Who's this Rodney?" John asked later at the breakfast table.
"He's your sister's fiancé," his father answered, taking another bite of his toast.
"Oh, come on. If Elizabeth were getting married, she'd have announced it in the Tribune."
"We read the Sun Times."
But John wasn't ready to give up yet. Something about that Rodney hadn't been quite right. He had seemed awfully nervous, for a start.
"He was pretty quick to leave this morning."
"Well, he has a job. Say, did you get the Galls' models?"
"Yeah, I got them."
"What about Dumais, anything we could use?"
"Nothing much, mostly literature on the history of flight."
"Hayes?"
"A treasure cove, I got half the truck full of their stuff."
"Abrams?"
"No. Cowen was there before me."
"Damn!" Yeah. John hadn't been too happy about that, either.
"No swearing at the table, Art," his mother admonished.
"John, you're running a business now." His father took another sip of his decaf, huffing.
"Yeah, well-"
"Morning!" Aiden practically bounced into the kitchen. "Guess what? They said it would be snowing later."
"Said who?"
"The radio."
John sat in silence while around him, his family went on as usual. Sooner or later, he would have to talk to his father about their business. Well. Rather later.
"There always was snow on Christmas when I was younger," Grandpa sighed.
"What are you listening to the radio for?"
"I remember mud on Christmas when I was a kid," his father said.
"The Athosians were playing yesterday, I wanted to hear if they were doing another gig."
"Ah, the weather these days."
~~~
Rodney sat on his bed, humming as he went through Elizabeth's things. It wasn't an intrusion, per se, he was just… curious. Well, no, not curious. Concerned, obviously.
He picked up her wallet, flipping through the inlay. Credit cards, a picture of her and John as children - cute kids, both of them - in some park or other, several photos of herself, alone. A little full of ourselves, are we? He thought about nicking one. Too bad there wasn't a more current picture of her brother - he sure was a good-looking man.
And he had so not been thinking that right now. Having an appreciative eye - and sometimes hand, or a little more - for either gender was one thing, drooling over his fiancé's brother was another one altogether. Well, Elizabeth wasn't really his fiancé, of course, but it was the principle of the matter. So John was hot, big deal. Rodney was in love with Elizabeth, so it was hands off her brother, even if he hadn't suspected that all a come-on would get him from the other man was a black eye. He hadn't really gotten the feeling the other man liked him all that much.
So thinking about him was pretty much a waste of time, wasn't it? Time he could rather spend learning a little more about Elizabeth by, uh, concernedly investigating her belongings, so he put the wallet aside. There was some other stuff as well, fountain pen, keys, a small brown paper bag. He opened it, peered inside. It contained a single metal can.
"Oh." He frowned. Then he read the label. "Oh."
Cat food. Damn.
~~~
John parked his pickup truck right in front of the address where 'Dr. Rodney McKay' was supposed to live, according to the barely legible scribble on the back of his father's card. It wasn't exactly a good address, but the neighbourhood looked clean enough, so it seemed okay.
A tall, bony guy with a ponytail was working on what John hoped was his car - otherwise there'd be one very furious human being later. Well, small neighbourhood and all, everybody knew everyone, couldn't hurt to ask now, could it?
"Excuse me, do you live here?"
"Live here?" The guy lifted his chin. "I own this place."
"Ah. Well, that's great then. Say, do you know the guy who lives in 201?"
"Know him?" Ponytail-boy leered. "I'm screwing him."
He was what?
~~~
For an expensive heavy security place, it was amazingly easy to get into Elizabeth's apartment building. It was one of those steel and glass skyscrapers, and naturally, Elizabeth would have the penthouse. The view was amazing, and her minimalist furniture added to the apartment's spacious feel. Very clean, very tidy. Rodney liked that in a woman.
He hummed a little and started to whistle.
"Here, kitty-kitty! Come here! I know you're hungry," he cooed, but there was no movement to be seen. Hmm. Maybe in another room, then. He whistled again, shaking the paper bag.
"Kitty! Mealtime!"
There was a bar with a framed black and white picture of Elizabeth in a very expensive dress placed on the counter, and Rodney ran his fingertip along her face. God, that woman was gorgeous.
"Kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty," he tried to coax the probably spoiled rich brat cat out from its hiding place. No trace of her/him in the living room, or in the bedroom. Rodney tried very hard to ignore the mental picture of Elizabeth stretched out on that enormous four-poster bed. He made his way to the kitchen, rattling the bag in what he hoped was an assuring manner.
"Kitty? Come here." He put the can onto the counter and opened it; maybe the scent of food would make the cat stop hiding. Can in hand, he walked to the door, still cooing, and pushed it open.
Slamming it right into the face of one John Sheppard.
"Oh God, I'm so sorry!" he panicked, definitely not noticing the man's hard chest under his olive green sweater, or the way the colour brought out his hazel eyes. Sheppard held his nose, quipping a slightly muffled, "Nice shot, McKay."
"Oh, I um, sorry, I'll just, I'll get you some ice, alright?" Rodney began a brief, frantic search for a freezer, found it, and pulled out some ice cubes from under a year's worth of Baskin-Robbins. "I, uh, I wasn't expecting anybody."
He dropped about half of the ice cubes and managed to put the rest of them into John's hands.
"Never mind. But hey, how did you get in here?"
"Huh? Ah. Key?"
"Key. So you stay here often?" John looked at the ice cubes, grimaced, and threw them into the sink.
"Uh, well, you know. Just feed the cat."
"Elizabeth doesn't have a cat."
And wow, talk about uncomfortable silence. They were staring at each other when a small "meow" made them both look down. A dark grey, long-haired cat had made its way into the kitchen, staring at them miserably.
"Ohh," Rodney cooed and leaned down to pick it up, while John looked puzzled at the unexpected sight.
"Hello, honey." And thank God for nametags: "Nine Mil! Hello, Nine Mil." What kind of person named their cat after a gun, Rodney wondered. "You must be really, really hungry."
He sat both cat and can onto the bar counter, flinching as the telephone started ringing.
"Not gonna pick it up?" John asked, smiling. Rodney thought it made him look like some sharp-shooter a second before pulling the trigger. Which wasn't an image he needed, because now he imagined John with a gun, and it was pushing all the right - wrong! - buttons. It was Elizabeth he wanted, beautiful, rich, intelligent, perfect Elizabeth, not her brother. Who was staring at him with narrowed eyes, waiting for an answer.
"Machine," he said. Yes, Rodney, way to go. Demonstrate your intellectual superiority, why don't you? He busied himself with petting the cat.
John smiled that dangerous, self-confident smile of his, and went to the phone, picking up the receiver.
"Hello?"
He listened briefly, and his smile widened.
"It's for you."
Rodney forced a bright smile onto his face, wishing the Gods would just have mercy and strike him down with a lightning bolt or something. He took the receiver from John's hand.
"Hello," he chirped, wincing at the false cheerfulness of his voice.
"Rodney, it's Laura. Cadman. From the hospital." As if he could forget her. "Listen, we need you to-"
He listened, nodded, hung up, and turned back to John.
"Uh. That was the hospital. They, um, they say it's customary to come down and give blood in… these cases. You know." He tried to look like he knew what he was talking about.
"Sure. Let's go together." Another crooked smile that didn't quite reach the eyes.
Why don't you just say what you're thinking and get it over with, Rodney thought sourly.
They went down to the underground car park together, John insisting they take Elizabeth's car. Rodney wished the man would stop testing him already.
The car park was full. Huh. Crap.
"You know, maybe we should just take your truck."
"Oh no. Elizabeth's car is a lot cooler than mine."
"Yeah, okay." Shit, shit, shit!
"You do know where it's parked, right?"
"Huh. Sure." Rodney prayed to every god he knew and pressed the button on the car key. A nearby BMW started bleeping and blinking, signalling that it was now unlocked. John shot him a slightly pissed look.
"Hmm."
"Hmm," Rodney echoed, strolling over to the car like he had not a single worry in the world.
~~~
At the hospital, the testing continued, not very well-hidden under the guise of friendly chit-chat.
"We'll have to get your picture. For the mantle."
"What, of me?"
"You and Elizabeth." John smiled at in a way he probably thought was encouraging.
"I, uh, I'm really not that photogenic," Rodney tried to block him.
"Oh, I really doubt that." Yes, pay me a compliment, like I'm going to fall for that.
Cadman finally finished fussing around in the background, and turned to Rodney with a small plastic cup.
"Sit here, sip this. Or you'll get woozy."
As one would expect after being drained of several litres of blood. But Rodney was no fool, and obeyed, just glaring at the nurse.
"When did you and Elizabeth start seeing each other?" John asked from the next bed.
"September 17th," Rodney answered without thinking, causing the other man to blink.
"Three months, then. Pretty quick, don't you think?"
"You've got no idea how quick." Rodney stood up, suddenly pissed at John for asking all these questions. So fine, admittedly Rodney was, basically, a liar, but that was no reason for all this mistrust, this… this hostility. He would visit Elizabeth, and then he would go home, and if John wanted to pick on someone he could just go find himself another victim. Rodney had always been told that being smart wasn't an excuse for being an asshole. Well, looking hot wasn't either.
They went to Elizabeth's room together, John trailing a few steps behind him. The Sheppard family was there, talking about getting Elizabeth a radio.
"Hey, Rodney could sing for her. I bet he knows her favourite song."
Rodney opened his mouth, desperately searching his mind for an excuse, but Marcy was already beaming at him.
"'The Age of Aquarius'" she stated.
"Yeah, 'Aquarius'," Rodney chimed in, wondering why Radek winked at him good-naturedly. He walked a little further into the room, but John stepped around him.
"Which one of the Ninja Turtles was Elizabeth's favourite?"
He could learn to hate that man. Sure, he was cute, but this was ridiculous.
"Leonardo." How the hell should he know?
"Leonardo, hah!" Everybody looked at them, and John relented, "He's everybody's favourite."
"I liked Donatello," Radek offered, but John wouldn't be sidetracked.
"Favourite ice cream."
"Baskin-Robbins."
"Favourite colour."
"Red." It was a guess, of course, but most of her shirts and tops had been red, so there.
"John, what the hell do you think you're doing there?" Art wanted to know, irritated.
"Yes, why all these questions?" Marcy agreed.
"Don't ask me, ask his boyfriend." John looked very pleased with himself.
"Excuse me, my what?"
"Steven Kavanagh."
Rodney burst out laughing.
"Steve- Steve Jr." That had to be the biggest joke, ever. He wouldn't even touch the man if they were the last two humans on Earth. Talk about sucking in a bad way.
"Yep, that's him. Mr. Steven Caldwell-Kavanagh. He said you were, well. Intimate."
"Oh fine, that's very convincing, the man also says he's invented space flight. He's insane." Rodney was starting to feel really insulted.
"I found he was very lucid," John spat.
"Oh, oh…"
"Marshal, are you alright?" Radek asked, looking at the upset old man.
"Now look what you did!" Art went over to his father, kneeling in front of him to check his temperature.
"What? What did I do?"
"If he wanted to prove it, he'd prove it anytime," Marshal said, convinced.
They all turned to look at him, and Rodney squirmed. Behind him, he heard Radek sigh.
"Elizabeth-" Rodney began, and stopped, not sure how to say it. John stared at him with dark satisfaction on his face, and that did it.
"Elizabeth… has one n-nipple." There, he'd said it.
The family stared at him in shock, looked at each other, and back at him, John finally sneering, "No way."
"Yes way! About t-two months ago, there was an accident," righteous indignation rose and fuelled Rodney's anger enough to let him stand up to the man who was quickly becoming his nemesis," and they were playing Twister™ and her colleague had a nail file in her back pocket!"
"Ouch." Aiden flinched. John looked shell-shocked.
"Well, uh…"
"You check it."
"No way!"
They all looked uncomfortable.
"Well, somebody has to look."
"Well, maybe, uh-"
"It's, um, it's not my-"
"Okay," Marcy finally decided. "I'm her mother. I'll do it."
Resolutely, she stepped up next to the bed, and pulled the blanket aside. Then she pulled up Elizabeth's hospital gown. Rodney grimaced.
"Well, look at the bright side," Marshal said after a moment of stunned silence. "As long as she doesn't get twins, it should be okay."
~~~
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Author: lavvyan
Pairing: McShep
Rating: R (for language mostly)
Summary: Well. See title.
Notes: I tried to steal as much of the plot and as few of the lines as possible. Needless to say, this is all not mine (hence me using the word 'steal' in the first sentence). Look up 'While You Were Sleeping' here and 'Stargate: Atlantis' here if you want the proper credits.
Part One Part Two
~~~
"So. Who's this Rodney?" John asked later at the breakfast table.
"He's your sister's fiancé," his father answered, taking another bite of his toast.
"Oh, come on. If Elizabeth were getting married, she'd have announced it in the Tribune."
"We read the Sun Times."
But John wasn't ready to give up yet. Something about that Rodney hadn't been quite right. He had seemed awfully nervous, for a start.
"He was pretty quick to leave this morning."
"Well, he has a job. Say, did you get the Galls' models?"
"Yeah, I got them."
"What about Dumais, anything we could use?"
"Nothing much, mostly literature on the history of flight."
"Hayes?"
"A treasure cove, I got half the truck full of their stuff."
"Abrams?"
"No. Cowen was there before me."
"Damn!" Yeah. John hadn't been too happy about that, either.
"No swearing at the table, Art," his mother admonished.
"John, you're running a business now." His father took another sip of his decaf, huffing.
"Yeah, well-"
"Morning!" Aiden practically bounced into the kitchen. "Guess what? They said it would be snowing later."
"Said who?"
"The radio."
John sat in silence while around him, his family went on as usual. Sooner or later, he would have to talk to his father about their business. Well. Rather later.
"There always was snow on Christmas when I was younger," Grandpa sighed.
"What are you listening to the radio for?"
"I remember mud on Christmas when I was a kid," his father said.
"The Athosians were playing yesterday, I wanted to hear if they were doing another gig."
"Ah, the weather these days."
~~~
Rodney sat on his bed, humming as he went through Elizabeth's things. It wasn't an intrusion, per se, he was just… curious. Well, no, not curious. Concerned, obviously.
He picked up her wallet, flipping through the inlay. Credit cards, a picture of her and John as children - cute kids, both of them - in some park or other, several photos of herself, alone. A little full of ourselves, are we? He thought about nicking one. Too bad there wasn't a more current picture of her brother - he sure was a good-looking man.
And he had so not been thinking that right now. Having an appreciative eye - and sometimes hand, or a little more - for either gender was one thing, drooling over his fiancé's brother was another one altogether. Well, Elizabeth wasn't really his fiancé, of course, but it was the principle of the matter. So John was hot, big deal. Rodney was in love with Elizabeth, so it was hands off her brother, even if he hadn't suspected that all a come-on would get him from the other man was a black eye. He hadn't really gotten the feeling the other man liked him all that much.
So thinking about him was pretty much a waste of time, wasn't it? Time he could rather spend learning a little more about Elizabeth by, uh, concernedly investigating her belongings, so he put the wallet aside. There was some other stuff as well, fountain pen, keys, a small brown paper bag. He opened it, peered inside. It contained a single metal can.
"Oh." He frowned. Then he read the label. "Oh."
Cat food. Damn.
~~~
John parked his pickup truck right in front of the address where 'Dr. Rodney McKay' was supposed to live, according to the barely legible scribble on the back of his father's card. It wasn't exactly a good address, but the neighbourhood looked clean enough, so it seemed okay.
A tall, bony guy with a ponytail was working on what John hoped was his car - otherwise there'd be one very furious human being later. Well, small neighbourhood and all, everybody knew everyone, couldn't hurt to ask now, could it?
"Excuse me, do you live here?"
"Live here?" The guy lifted his chin. "I own this place."
"Ah. Well, that's great then. Say, do you know the guy who lives in 201?"
"Know him?" Ponytail-boy leered. "I'm screwing him."
He was what?
~~~
For an expensive heavy security place, it was amazingly easy to get into Elizabeth's apartment building. It was one of those steel and glass skyscrapers, and naturally, Elizabeth would have the penthouse. The view was amazing, and her minimalist furniture added to the apartment's spacious feel. Very clean, very tidy. Rodney liked that in a woman.
He hummed a little and started to whistle.
"Here, kitty-kitty! Come here! I know you're hungry," he cooed, but there was no movement to be seen. Hmm. Maybe in another room, then. He whistled again, shaking the paper bag.
"Kitty! Mealtime!"
There was a bar with a framed black and white picture of Elizabeth in a very expensive dress placed on the counter, and Rodney ran his fingertip along her face. God, that woman was gorgeous.
"Kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty," he tried to coax the probably spoiled rich brat cat out from its hiding place. No trace of her/him in the living room, or in the bedroom. Rodney tried very hard to ignore the mental picture of Elizabeth stretched out on that enormous four-poster bed. He made his way to the kitchen, rattling the bag in what he hoped was an assuring manner.
"Kitty? Come here." He put the can onto the counter and opened it; maybe the scent of food would make the cat stop hiding. Can in hand, he walked to the door, still cooing, and pushed it open.
Slamming it right into the face of one John Sheppard.
"Oh God, I'm so sorry!" he panicked, definitely not noticing the man's hard chest under his olive green sweater, or the way the colour brought out his hazel eyes. Sheppard held his nose, quipping a slightly muffled, "Nice shot, McKay."
"Oh, I um, sorry, I'll just, I'll get you some ice, alright?" Rodney began a brief, frantic search for a freezer, found it, and pulled out some ice cubes from under a year's worth of Baskin-Robbins. "I, uh, I wasn't expecting anybody."
He dropped about half of the ice cubes and managed to put the rest of them into John's hands.
"Never mind. But hey, how did you get in here?"
"Huh? Ah. Key?"
"Key. So you stay here often?" John looked at the ice cubes, grimaced, and threw them into the sink.
"Uh, well, you know. Just feed the cat."
"Elizabeth doesn't have a cat."
And wow, talk about uncomfortable silence. They were staring at each other when a small "meow" made them both look down. A dark grey, long-haired cat had made its way into the kitchen, staring at them miserably.
"Ohh," Rodney cooed and leaned down to pick it up, while John looked puzzled at the unexpected sight.
"Hello, honey." And thank God for nametags: "Nine Mil! Hello, Nine Mil." What kind of person named their cat after a gun, Rodney wondered. "You must be really, really hungry."
He sat both cat and can onto the bar counter, flinching as the telephone started ringing.
"Not gonna pick it up?" John asked, smiling. Rodney thought it made him look like some sharp-shooter a second before pulling the trigger. Which wasn't an image he needed, because now he imagined John with a gun, and it was pushing all the right - wrong! - buttons. It was Elizabeth he wanted, beautiful, rich, intelligent, perfect Elizabeth, not her brother. Who was staring at him with narrowed eyes, waiting for an answer.
"Machine," he said. Yes, Rodney, way to go. Demonstrate your intellectual superiority, why don't you? He busied himself with petting the cat.
John smiled that dangerous, self-confident smile of his, and went to the phone, picking up the receiver.
"Hello?"
He listened briefly, and his smile widened.
"It's for you."
Rodney forced a bright smile onto his face, wishing the Gods would just have mercy and strike him down with a lightning bolt or something. He took the receiver from John's hand.
"Hello," he chirped, wincing at the false cheerfulness of his voice.
"Rodney, it's Laura. Cadman. From the hospital." As if he could forget her. "Listen, we need you to-"
He listened, nodded, hung up, and turned back to John.
"Uh. That was the hospital. They, um, they say it's customary to come down and give blood in… these cases. You know." He tried to look like he knew what he was talking about.
"Sure. Let's go together." Another crooked smile that didn't quite reach the eyes.
Why don't you just say what you're thinking and get it over with, Rodney thought sourly.
They went down to the underground car park together, John insisting they take Elizabeth's car. Rodney wished the man would stop testing him already.
The car park was full. Huh. Crap.
"You know, maybe we should just take your truck."
"Oh no. Elizabeth's car is a lot cooler than mine."
"Yeah, okay." Shit, shit, shit!
"You do know where it's parked, right?"
"Huh. Sure." Rodney prayed to every god he knew and pressed the button on the car key. A nearby BMW started bleeping and blinking, signalling that it was now unlocked. John shot him a slightly pissed look.
"Hmm."
"Hmm," Rodney echoed, strolling over to the car like he had not a single worry in the world.
~~~
At the hospital, the testing continued, not very well-hidden under the guise of friendly chit-chat.
"We'll have to get your picture. For the mantle."
"What, of me?"
"You and Elizabeth." John smiled at in a way he probably thought was encouraging.
"I, uh, I'm really not that photogenic," Rodney tried to block him.
"Oh, I really doubt that." Yes, pay me a compliment, like I'm going to fall for that.
Cadman finally finished fussing around in the background, and turned to Rodney with a small plastic cup.
"Sit here, sip this. Or you'll get woozy."
As one would expect after being drained of several litres of blood. But Rodney was no fool, and obeyed, just glaring at the nurse.
"When did you and Elizabeth start seeing each other?" John asked from the next bed.
"September 17th," Rodney answered without thinking, causing the other man to blink.
"Three months, then. Pretty quick, don't you think?"
"You've got no idea how quick." Rodney stood up, suddenly pissed at John for asking all these questions. So fine, admittedly Rodney was, basically, a liar, but that was no reason for all this mistrust, this… this hostility. He would visit Elizabeth, and then he would go home, and if John wanted to pick on someone he could just go find himself another victim. Rodney had always been told that being smart wasn't an excuse for being an asshole. Well, looking hot wasn't either.
They went to Elizabeth's room together, John trailing a few steps behind him. The Sheppard family was there, talking about getting Elizabeth a radio.
"Hey, Rodney could sing for her. I bet he knows her favourite song."
Rodney opened his mouth, desperately searching his mind for an excuse, but Marcy was already beaming at him.
"'The Age of Aquarius'" she stated.
"Yeah, 'Aquarius'," Rodney chimed in, wondering why Radek winked at him good-naturedly. He walked a little further into the room, but John stepped around him.
"Which one of the Ninja Turtles was Elizabeth's favourite?"
He could learn to hate that man. Sure, he was cute, but this was ridiculous.
"Leonardo." How the hell should he know?
"Leonardo, hah!" Everybody looked at them, and John relented, "He's everybody's favourite."
"I liked Donatello," Radek offered, but John wouldn't be sidetracked.
"Favourite ice cream."
"Baskin-Robbins."
"Favourite colour."
"Red." It was a guess, of course, but most of her shirts and tops had been red, so there.
"John, what the hell do you think you're doing there?" Art wanted to know, irritated.
"Yes, why all these questions?" Marcy agreed.
"Don't ask me, ask his boyfriend." John looked very pleased with himself.
"Excuse me, my what?"
"Steven Kavanagh."
Rodney burst out laughing.
"Steve- Steve Jr." That had to be the biggest joke, ever. He wouldn't even touch the man if they were the last two humans on Earth. Talk about sucking in a bad way.
"Yep, that's him. Mr. Steven Caldwell-Kavanagh. He said you were, well. Intimate."
"Oh fine, that's very convincing, the man also says he's invented space flight. He's insane." Rodney was starting to feel really insulted.
"I found he was very lucid," John spat.
"Oh, oh…"
"Marshal, are you alright?" Radek asked, looking at the upset old man.
"Now look what you did!" Art went over to his father, kneeling in front of him to check his temperature.
"What? What did I do?"
"If he wanted to prove it, he'd prove it anytime," Marshal said, convinced.
They all turned to look at him, and Rodney squirmed. Behind him, he heard Radek sigh.
"Elizabeth-" Rodney began, and stopped, not sure how to say it. John stared at him with dark satisfaction on his face, and that did it.
"Elizabeth… has one n-nipple." There, he'd said it.
The family stared at him in shock, looked at each other, and back at him, John finally sneering, "No way."
"Yes way! About t-two months ago, there was an accident," righteous indignation rose and fuelled Rodney's anger enough to let him stand up to the man who was quickly becoming his nemesis," and they were playing Twister™ and her colleague had a nail file in her back pocket!"
"Ouch." Aiden flinched. John looked shell-shocked.
"Well, uh…"
"You check it."
"No way!"
They all looked uncomfortable.
"Well, somebody has to look."
"Well, maybe, uh-"
"It's, um, it's not my-"
"Okay," Marcy finally decided. "I'm her mother. I'll do it."
Resolutely, she stepped up next to the bed, and pulled the blanket aside. Then she pulled up Elizabeth's hospital gown. Rodney grimaced.
"Well, look at the bright side," Marshal said after a moment of stunned silence. "As long as she doesn't get twins, it should be okay."
~~~
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