Feb 18, 2007 17:37
Rodney is so tired of saving the damn universe.
He wants beer.
And maybe to rant very loudly. But of course by the time you're close enough to hear, it's already too late.
elizabeth weir,
mister parker,
rodney mckay
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"Rodney?" Elizabeth asks, almost disbelieving.
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Pause.
Thought.
"...Elizabeth?" he swivels on his stool to stare at her.
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"Elizabeth. I'm so sorry. Are.... are you okay?"
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The last statement comes out in all of a rush, but Elizabeth maintains a smile.
"Though I don't understand -- why didn't you come through with John and I?"
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"You... yes. Right." He pulls back quickly, mind racing.
Fight the Replicators?
"You mean... and save General O'Neill and the IOA guy, right?" he asks, probingly.
"And... I didn't come through for complicated technical reasons that I can't explain to you right now."
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Beat.
"So that I can understand it?"
Okay, so that second clause might be tougher.
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Oh no.
Temporal paradoxes. He's read the reports. Oh yes. And he has no desire to have to be stranded on planets for his lifespan duration to fix them.
He grimaces. "You don't have the temporal clearance, Elizabeth," he says. "It's vitally important you don't ask me about it. Trust me."
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"You're from the future." A statement, not a question.
Hell.
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Wince.
Crap crap, run away, Rodney, run away....
"Or! An alternate universe. That could be true also."
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"What?"
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"Probably."
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Rodney has a hand in his hair.
"Oh this is so very bad."
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