Fanfiction: Paper Thin (1/?)
Title: Paper Thin (Chapter 1)
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Chapter Word Count: 2,789
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Rating: R
Warnings: Violence, character deaths, blood
Summary: He didn't pay attention to the first note; a ginger haired woman died.
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Paper Thin
Chapter One
Rodney sighed, the sound merging with the soft thudding being produced as he walked along the corridor. He couldn't believe how utterly stupid some people were capable of being. Though, he had to admit, only one person was in mind at the moment, and Rodney couldn't help but feel irritation towards the man. Jeffries was an idiot, for lack of a better word. He was useless, unable to come up with solutions for even the simplest of equations, and Rodney couldn't help but wonder how the scientist had managed to get a place on the expedition.
Sighing once more, Rodney felt the beginnings of a headache coming on as he finally reached his lab. Thankful that it was currently empty, he made his way inside, not bothering to note that the reason nobody was inside was due to how late it actually was.
Radek had finished all the work on their current project hours ago, and there was no doubt that he had probably gone to his quarters to get some much needed rest. The idea of sleep flickered into Rodney's mind for a second, but he dismissed it instantly. He had more trying matters to be dealing with right now. Walking over to one of the tables, fingers gliding over the smooth surface, Rodney eyed the piece of paper at the top of a stack of folders. Left there for him to find, the calculations on the sheet almost certainly had an error or two in them.
Pursing his lips in annoyance, Rodney snatched the paper from the pile and glanced quickly over the first couple of equations. Immediately he spotted three mistakes, though he had to give credit to Jeffries for attempting to solve one of the many problems they still had with dealing with Atlantis' power consumption. That didn't mean he couldn't be pissed at the man for the ridiculous writing he had the misfortune of having to correct.
Rodney shook his head. He practically threw the paper back onto the table, not caring if it slipped off and floated gently to the floor. Patting down his pockets, feeling how flat they were, Rodney had to bite back a curse as he realised he didn't have a marker on him. Gaze falling back to the table, his eyes rapidly darted over the large object in search of any sort of pen.
"Thank you." Reaching out for the black pen that was half dangling off the edge of the table, Rodney grabbed it, tightening his fingers around the light plastic to ensure he wouldn't drop it. Almost immediately he picked up the paper once more, his hand lifting up to his mouth so his teeth could clamp down on the pen's lid. Squeezing with his jaw to get a good hold, Rodney pulled the pen, and the lid released it easily. Satisfied, Rodney twisted it until the nib was pointing down, before dragging a stool over to sit on, so he could get to work on the corrections he knew he'd be spending a heck of a long time on.
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Plastic did not have a very pleasant taste. It was plain, dry, and wasn't exactly nice to keep in the mouth for a prolonged period of time. Tongue licking his chapped lips, Rodney stared at the mangled lid that, mere hours ago, had been in pristine condition. He had forgotten to take the lid out of his mouth before he'd started the work, and therefore it had become a casualty of a habit that too many people had.
Features contorting in disgust, Rodney didn't want to look at the broken plastic any longer. Dropping it onto the hard surface in front of him, ignoring the tiny tap it made as it bounced, he turned from the pen and paper that he'd also discarded back onto the table.
It was early morning. Too early for Rodney's liking, though in some way he was quite pleased with this knowledge. At least it meant he'd get some sleep tonight, even if it was only an hour or two.
Stretching his arms above his head, Rodney's eyes closed momentarily, his lips lifting slightly into a relaxed smile as he let out a happy groan. It felt amazing, the stretch of his muscles and back after being hunched over something for a while. Wanting the minuscule pleasure to last, Rodney tilted his head back, his eyes opening again to look up at the ceiling. It helped stretch out his neck, and Rodney's entire body seemed to release a whole lot of tension when he relaxed it suddenly, allowing his arms to drop back to his sides.
His mouth was shut, but a hum of bliss still managed to pass up his throat and out into the open. His bed awaited him in his quarters, and the idea of getting rest was enough to make his body sag in exhaustion. He really needed to learn how to juggle his time properly so he wouldn't always be stuck with waking up early and going to bed late.
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The note was folded incredibly neatly. Placed delicately upon his pillow, the stark white of the card stuck out rather bluntly against the darker material underneath it.
Rodney didn't desire to get changed into something more suitable for bed, and had skipped over having any kind of wash. The former was pointless, and the latter would be a waste of his precious time, especially since he was going to have a shower when he woke up anyway.
So, when he came into his room and saw the note, Rodney's first reaction was irritation, which quickly transformed into a burning fury. Was this some kind of joke? Did people think he'd willingly do whatever they asked of him, at any minute of the day or night? Had they no concept of boundaries, even? The sheer arrogance that someone had to have to literally come into his private quarters without permission was unimaginable. When he found the culprit they were going to wish they'd never stepped foot within a hundred miles of his personal stuff.
Moving over to the offending note with determination, Rodney tore it from its safe resting spot on his pillow. Petty joy rose into him when he heard the tell tale signs that he'd ripped it in the process, and, without another thought, Rodney tossed it over his shoulder in the vague direction of his bin. Whoever had sent it could wait, because he had some sleep to catch up on right now.
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Ronon grinned as he stopped to wait for John. He had to admit, John was a good runner, better than most other non-Satedans he'd ever tried the exercise with, yet the man wasn't able to keep up with Ronon's stamina at all. Being a soldier, John could outlast even the strongest and fastest of opponents when facing them in battle. It was just too bad he couldn't exert all that energy into a normal jog around Atlantis.
"You okay?"
The question came out with the tiniest hint of amusement and John, having finally caught up, sent his friend a glare. Ronon's only reply was to let his grin rise into a full smirk. He truly enjoyed these morning runs because it gave him exercise and let his mind wander. The company was an added bonus, one Ronon was grateful for. It was nice, and they both had an understanding that this time spent together was best suited in silence, save for a few passing comments.
It also didn't hurt that, given that this activity was one Ronon exceeded in startlingly well, it gave him ample opportunity to mock his friend repeatedly, on an almost daily basis.
"I'm fine."
Though spoken in between pants, Ronon heard the lack of serious tensity behind the answer. John knew very well that Ronon was having fun on his behalf, and it wasn't of any concern to him whatsoever. In fact, Ronon could see the tiny glint of glee in John's eyes as they stared at each other, and it sent a thrill down his spine. John got just as much joy out of this as he did, and that made it all the more brilliant.
"Good."
With that final word, Ronon spun on his heel and began pumping his legs once more. Hearing the stomping of a pursuer was all the indication he needed that John was right on his heels, and completely in agreement with his decision to continue on their run.
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Rodney knew that he was supposed to be getting up, but his body was not co-operating with his mind. Arms and legs protesting against the command to move from the comfortable position they were in, a minute or so went by with Rodney teetering between sleep and being awake. There was something important he was meant to be doing, yet the wonderful press of the mattress under his back and legs was too good to pass up.
Pulling in a deep breath, head tilting to the side, Rodney slowly opened his eyes, albeit very reluctantly. The red numbers that blazed directly in his line of sight were horrid, a sort of taunting display, telling him a piece of information that he didn't seem to want to acknowledge. It took a few seconds for the time to process, and Rodney huffed out a grunt as his eyes closed.
"Half past nine."
At once his eyes snapped back open.
"Half past nine?" Eyes going wide in surprise, Rodney pushed himself up until he was leaning on his elbows. The pressure was uncomfortable on the joints, but he didn't pay attention to that. All his focus was on the clock settled on the bedside desk.
"No. Oh no. No, no, no."
Scrambling with the covers wrapped around his frame, Rodney felt a twinge of disbelief course into him, his thoughts going over the impossibility of what he'd done. How on Earth had he overslept? Elizabeth had called a meeting for eight o'clock. Why the hell hadn't Sheppard woken him up, when he realised Rodney wasn't going to make the time allocated? Shoving the warm blanket from the bed, Rodney hurriedly manoeuvred his legs over the edge of it and pushed himself into a standing position. Taking one glance around his quarters, spotting his radio, he grabbed it and placed it over his ear, before rushing into the bathroom to clean up.
A shower was obviously out of the question. Giving the shower head a forlorn look, Rodney blew out a sigh, shaking his head to remove any ideas of giving up on the meeting altogether. Making his way over to the sink, he turned both taps on and instantly swilt his hands under the refreshing water. Cupping his palms, he captured enough of the liquid to scrub some of it onto his face. The water was just turning warm when he brought his hands back under the flow, and Rodney felt a swell of disappointment seep into him. His body craved the heat of a nice, good clean, but it would have to wait.
Swallowing, Rodney ran the tip of his tongue along his teeth. Shuddering, realising it had been over a day since he'd brushed his teeth, Rodney made a mental note to go over them with a toothbrush right after the meeting had finished. Switching the taps off without anymore hesitation, Rodney turned and headed back out of the bathroom. Already dressed from the night before, he pulled on the shoes he'd tugged off before dropping off to sleep, and practically ran out of his quarters.
The briefing room wasn't too far, and Rodney got there quite quickly. The moment he stepped foot in the room all eyes settled on him.
"Nice of you to join us, Rodney," Elizabeth said. A smile was gracing her lips.
Rodney stared. "W- Why didn't anyone wake me?"
Pointedly turning his gaze on John, Rodney's expression lowered in disbelief when John shrugged in reply.
"John said he checked on you before he came here, Rodney. Apparently you were sleeping and he didn't want to disturb you." Elizabeth quirked an eyebrow at John expectantly. He shrugged again.
"I figured, why bother waking him when it's hard enough getting him to sleep in the first place? I thought, since it was just routine, you wouldn't be missing much anyway," John explained, raising his eyebrows at Elizabeth's sceptical look.
"What?" he asked.
Elizabeth shook her head, directing her gaze back to Rodney. "John will fill you in on what little you're missing out on later, Rodney. For now, we're done here."
Though it was an order for everyone to leave the room, Rodney could hear the underlying amusement behind the words.
Rodney nodded, but he wasn't happy about it. He liked to know what was going on, though he could see the truth in John's words. Routine meetings usually covered generic information he either already knew about, or wasn't interested in. They had them often enough, and he understood that John would fill him in if he'd missed out on anything he actually needed to be informed about.
Holding back the desire to argue, to ask about the meeting right away, Rodney left the room, not bothering to acknowledge the others as they all stood and began walking to the door to leave also. Giving no attention to his surroundings, Rodney headed back in the direction of his quarters. At least that shower he'd been waiting for could be had now.
When he arrived back at his quarters, he opened the door and stepped inside, making sure to lock the door before heading towards the bathroom. Pulling off his shoes and throwing them onto the floor, he tugged his shirt off and began unbuttoning his pants. The bathroom was cool when he stepped inside, and he shivered slightly as he finished removing the rest of his clothes. Remembering to shut the bathroom door before actually getting into the shower, Rodney stepped over the cold floor, his feet tapping lightly against the smooth surface. Twisting the switch to start the water running, he turned back to the sink that had acted as a temporary wash basin earlier.
"Might as well brush them first," he muttered, glancing at the white toothbrush wearily. He knew he'd only forget again if he didn't.
Twenty minutes later Rodney McKay felt a thousand times better. No longer would he be wary of speaking to someone, for fear they'd be repelled by his breath, and the clean clothes he'd put on were much softer against his skin than those made dirty with sweat and dust. After relieving himself on the toilet and checking he hadn't forgotten to do anything in the bathroom, Rodney walked back out and moved over to his bed. There was something niggling at the back of his mind, as though there was something he was supposed to be doing.
Eyebrows scrunching up into a frown, Rodney looked around his quarters. It was tidy enough in the room, and the bed didn't really need making since he'd be using it again in the future. Nodding, Rodney swept his gaze back to the door, his hand extending ready to unlock it, and that was when he spotted it.
The note had missed the bin entirely. Crumpled slightly, one corner was torn a tiny bit, but not enough to destroy whatever had been written on the piece of card. Mind catching up quickly, Rodney's primary irritation from first seeing the note came rushing back. He couldn't just ignore the thing, of course. It would probably give off clues as to who had came into his room, and he wanted a private word with that person as soon as possible.
Arm lowering away from the door, Rodney bent down to pick up the small object. Waiting until he was standing upright again, he unfolded the card and read the words that had been printed in black in the centre.
If you inform the SGC about this and get them involved, I will kill a young European male. If, however, you don't take this to the SGC, I will kill a ginger haired female instead. You have seven hours to decide.
"What?"
Eyes rapidly skimming over the words again, then once more, Rodney felt his entire body stiffen in shock as his features paled considerably.
Unable to get his mind around what was written, Rodney let out a gasp. Was this some sort of sick joke? Who the hell thought this would be funny?
Hands shaking, Rodney contemplated throwing the horrid piece of card away, ignoring it and pushing it aside as some kind of prank. Until, that was, the sound of an explosion rang through the city.
To Be Continued
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Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Chapter Word Count: 2,789
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Rating: R
Warnings: Violence, character deaths, blood
Summary: He didn't pay attention to the first note; a ginger haired woman died.
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Paper Thin
Chapter One
Rodney sighed, the sound merging with the soft thudding being produced as he walked along the corridor. He couldn't believe how utterly stupid some people were capable of being. Though, he had to admit, only one person was in mind at the moment, and Rodney couldn't help but feel irritation towards the man. Jeffries was an idiot, for lack of a better word. He was useless, unable to come up with solutions for even the simplest of equations, and Rodney couldn't help but wonder how the scientist had managed to get a place on the expedition.
Sighing once more, Rodney felt the beginnings of a headache coming on as he finally reached his lab. Thankful that it was currently empty, he made his way inside, not bothering to note that the reason nobody was inside was due to how late it actually was.
Radek had finished all the work on their current project hours ago, and there was no doubt that he had probably gone to his quarters to get some much needed rest. The idea of sleep flickered into Rodney's mind for a second, but he dismissed it instantly. He had more trying matters to be dealing with right now. Walking over to one of the tables, fingers gliding over the smooth surface, Rodney eyed the piece of paper at the top of a stack of folders. Left there for him to find, the calculations on the sheet almost certainly had an error or two in them.
Pursing his lips in annoyance, Rodney snatched the paper from the pile and glanced quickly over the first couple of equations. Immediately he spotted three mistakes, though he had to give credit to Jeffries for attempting to solve one of the many problems they still had with dealing with Atlantis' power consumption. That didn't mean he couldn't be pissed at the man for the ridiculous writing he had the misfortune of having to correct.
Rodney shook his head. He practically threw the paper back onto the table, not caring if it slipped off and floated gently to the floor. Patting down his pockets, feeling how flat they were, Rodney had to bite back a curse as he realised he didn't have a marker on him. Gaze falling back to the table, his eyes rapidly darted over the large object in search of any sort of pen.
"Thank you." Reaching out for the black pen that was half dangling off the edge of the table, Rodney grabbed it, tightening his fingers around the light plastic to ensure he wouldn't drop it. Almost immediately he picked up the paper once more, his hand lifting up to his mouth so his teeth could clamp down on the pen's lid. Squeezing with his jaw to get a good hold, Rodney pulled the pen, and the lid released it easily. Satisfied, Rodney twisted it until the nib was pointing down, before dragging a stool over to sit on, so he could get to work on the corrections he knew he'd be spending a heck of a long time on.
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Plastic did not have a very pleasant taste. It was plain, dry, and wasn't exactly nice to keep in the mouth for a prolonged period of time. Tongue licking his chapped lips, Rodney stared at the mangled lid that, mere hours ago, had been in pristine condition. He had forgotten to take the lid out of his mouth before he'd started the work, and therefore it had become a casualty of a habit that too many people had.
Features contorting in disgust, Rodney didn't want to look at the broken plastic any longer. Dropping it onto the hard surface in front of him, ignoring the tiny tap it made as it bounced, he turned from the pen and paper that he'd also discarded back onto the table.
It was early morning. Too early for Rodney's liking, though in some way he was quite pleased with this knowledge. At least it meant he'd get some sleep tonight, even if it was only an hour or two.
Stretching his arms above his head, Rodney's eyes closed momentarily, his lips lifting slightly into a relaxed smile as he let out a happy groan. It felt amazing, the stretch of his muscles and back after being hunched over something for a while. Wanting the minuscule pleasure to last, Rodney tilted his head back, his eyes opening again to look up at the ceiling. It helped stretch out his neck, and Rodney's entire body seemed to release a whole lot of tension when he relaxed it suddenly, allowing his arms to drop back to his sides.
His mouth was shut, but a hum of bliss still managed to pass up his throat and out into the open. His bed awaited him in his quarters, and the idea of getting rest was enough to make his body sag in exhaustion. He really needed to learn how to juggle his time properly so he wouldn't always be stuck with waking up early and going to bed late.
-o-
The note was folded incredibly neatly. Placed delicately upon his pillow, the stark white of the card stuck out rather bluntly against the darker material underneath it.
Rodney didn't desire to get changed into something more suitable for bed, and had skipped over having any kind of wash. The former was pointless, and the latter would be a waste of his precious time, especially since he was going to have a shower when he woke up anyway.
So, when he came into his room and saw the note, Rodney's first reaction was irritation, which quickly transformed into a burning fury. Was this some kind of joke? Did people think he'd willingly do whatever they asked of him, at any minute of the day or night? Had they no concept of boundaries, even? The sheer arrogance that someone had to have to literally come into his private quarters without permission was unimaginable. When he found the culprit they were going to wish they'd never stepped foot within a hundred miles of his personal stuff.
Moving over to the offending note with determination, Rodney tore it from its safe resting spot on his pillow. Petty joy rose into him when he heard the tell tale signs that he'd ripped it in the process, and, without another thought, Rodney tossed it over his shoulder in the vague direction of his bin. Whoever had sent it could wait, because he had some sleep to catch up on right now.
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Ronon grinned as he stopped to wait for John. He had to admit, John was a good runner, better than most other non-Satedans he'd ever tried the exercise with, yet the man wasn't able to keep up with Ronon's stamina at all. Being a soldier, John could outlast even the strongest and fastest of opponents when facing them in battle. It was just too bad he couldn't exert all that energy into a normal jog around Atlantis.
"You okay?"
The question came out with the tiniest hint of amusement and John, having finally caught up, sent his friend a glare. Ronon's only reply was to let his grin rise into a full smirk. He truly enjoyed these morning runs because it gave him exercise and let his mind wander. The company was an added bonus, one Ronon was grateful for. It was nice, and they both had an understanding that this time spent together was best suited in silence, save for a few passing comments.
It also didn't hurt that, given that this activity was one Ronon exceeded in startlingly well, it gave him ample opportunity to mock his friend repeatedly, on an almost daily basis.
"I'm fine."
Though spoken in between pants, Ronon heard the lack of serious tensity behind the answer. John knew very well that Ronon was having fun on his behalf, and it wasn't of any concern to him whatsoever. In fact, Ronon could see the tiny glint of glee in John's eyes as they stared at each other, and it sent a thrill down his spine. John got just as much joy out of this as he did, and that made it all the more brilliant.
"Good."
With that final word, Ronon spun on his heel and began pumping his legs once more. Hearing the stomping of a pursuer was all the indication he needed that John was right on his heels, and completely in agreement with his decision to continue on their run.
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Rodney knew that he was supposed to be getting up, but his body was not co-operating with his mind. Arms and legs protesting against the command to move from the comfortable position they were in, a minute or so went by with Rodney teetering between sleep and being awake. There was something important he was meant to be doing, yet the wonderful press of the mattress under his back and legs was too good to pass up.
Pulling in a deep breath, head tilting to the side, Rodney slowly opened his eyes, albeit very reluctantly. The red numbers that blazed directly in his line of sight were horrid, a sort of taunting display, telling him a piece of information that he didn't seem to want to acknowledge. It took a few seconds for the time to process, and Rodney huffed out a grunt as his eyes closed.
"Half past nine."
At once his eyes snapped back open.
"Half past nine?" Eyes going wide in surprise, Rodney pushed himself up until he was leaning on his elbows. The pressure was uncomfortable on the joints, but he didn't pay attention to that. All his focus was on the clock settled on the bedside desk.
"No. Oh no. No, no, no."
Scrambling with the covers wrapped around his frame, Rodney felt a twinge of disbelief course into him, his thoughts going over the impossibility of what he'd done. How on Earth had he overslept? Elizabeth had called a meeting for eight o'clock. Why the hell hadn't Sheppard woken him up, when he realised Rodney wasn't going to make the time allocated? Shoving the warm blanket from the bed, Rodney hurriedly manoeuvred his legs over the edge of it and pushed himself into a standing position. Taking one glance around his quarters, spotting his radio, he grabbed it and placed it over his ear, before rushing into the bathroom to clean up.
A shower was obviously out of the question. Giving the shower head a forlorn look, Rodney blew out a sigh, shaking his head to remove any ideas of giving up on the meeting altogether. Making his way over to the sink, he turned both taps on and instantly swilt his hands under the refreshing water. Cupping his palms, he captured enough of the liquid to scrub some of it onto his face. The water was just turning warm when he brought his hands back under the flow, and Rodney felt a swell of disappointment seep into him. His body craved the heat of a nice, good clean, but it would have to wait.
Swallowing, Rodney ran the tip of his tongue along his teeth. Shuddering, realising it had been over a day since he'd brushed his teeth, Rodney made a mental note to go over them with a toothbrush right after the meeting had finished. Switching the taps off without anymore hesitation, Rodney turned and headed back out of the bathroom. Already dressed from the night before, he pulled on the shoes he'd tugged off before dropping off to sleep, and practically ran out of his quarters.
The briefing room wasn't too far, and Rodney got there quite quickly. The moment he stepped foot in the room all eyes settled on him.
"Nice of you to join us, Rodney," Elizabeth said. A smile was gracing her lips.
Rodney stared. "W- Why didn't anyone wake me?"
Pointedly turning his gaze on John, Rodney's expression lowered in disbelief when John shrugged in reply.
"John said he checked on you before he came here, Rodney. Apparently you were sleeping and he didn't want to disturb you." Elizabeth quirked an eyebrow at John expectantly. He shrugged again.
"I figured, why bother waking him when it's hard enough getting him to sleep in the first place? I thought, since it was just routine, you wouldn't be missing much anyway," John explained, raising his eyebrows at Elizabeth's sceptical look.
"What?" he asked.
Elizabeth shook her head, directing her gaze back to Rodney. "John will fill you in on what little you're missing out on later, Rodney. For now, we're done here."
Though it was an order for everyone to leave the room, Rodney could hear the underlying amusement behind the words.
Rodney nodded, but he wasn't happy about it. He liked to know what was going on, though he could see the truth in John's words. Routine meetings usually covered generic information he either already knew about, or wasn't interested in. They had them often enough, and he understood that John would fill him in if he'd missed out on anything he actually needed to be informed about.
Holding back the desire to argue, to ask about the meeting right away, Rodney left the room, not bothering to acknowledge the others as they all stood and began walking to the door to leave also. Giving no attention to his surroundings, Rodney headed back in the direction of his quarters. At least that shower he'd been waiting for could be had now.
When he arrived back at his quarters, he opened the door and stepped inside, making sure to lock the door before heading towards the bathroom. Pulling off his shoes and throwing them onto the floor, he tugged his shirt off and began unbuttoning his pants. The bathroom was cool when he stepped inside, and he shivered slightly as he finished removing the rest of his clothes. Remembering to shut the bathroom door before actually getting into the shower, Rodney stepped over the cold floor, his feet tapping lightly against the smooth surface. Twisting the switch to start the water running, he turned back to the sink that had acted as a temporary wash basin earlier.
"Might as well brush them first," he muttered, glancing at the white toothbrush wearily. He knew he'd only forget again if he didn't.
Twenty minutes later Rodney McKay felt a thousand times better. No longer would he be wary of speaking to someone, for fear they'd be repelled by his breath, and the clean clothes he'd put on were much softer against his skin than those made dirty with sweat and dust. After relieving himself on the toilet and checking he hadn't forgotten to do anything in the bathroom, Rodney walked back out and moved over to his bed. There was something niggling at the back of his mind, as though there was something he was supposed to be doing.
Eyebrows scrunching up into a frown, Rodney looked around his quarters. It was tidy enough in the room, and the bed didn't really need making since he'd be using it again in the future. Nodding, Rodney swept his gaze back to the door, his hand extending ready to unlock it, and that was when he spotted it.
The note had missed the bin entirely. Crumpled slightly, one corner was torn a tiny bit, but not enough to destroy whatever had been written on the piece of card. Mind catching up quickly, Rodney's primary irritation from first seeing the note came rushing back. He couldn't just ignore the thing, of course. It would probably give off clues as to who had came into his room, and he wanted a private word with that person as soon as possible.
Arm lowering away from the door, Rodney bent down to pick up the small object. Waiting until he was standing upright again, he unfolded the card and read the words that had been printed in black in the centre.
If you inform the SGC about this and get them involved, I will kill a young European male. If, however, you don't take this to the SGC, I will kill a ginger haired female instead. You have seven hours to decide.
"What?"
Eyes rapidly skimming over the words again, then once more, Rodney felt his entire body stiffen in shock as his features paled considerably.
Unable to get his mind around what was written, Rodney let out a gasp. Was this some sort of sick joke? Who the hell thought this would be funny?
Hands shaking, Rodney contemplated throwing the horrid piece of card away, ignoring it and pushing it aside as some kind of prank. Until, that was, the sound of an explosion rang through the city.
To Be Continued
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