more SGA/XMFC. there's clearly something wrong with me.

[pocky_slash]

LET'S TALK ABOUT SGA/XMFC SOME MORE.

I feel like Erik doesn't get the whole "leave no man behind" concept. Like, when he was in the military before this and when he first started with the SGC, he brought everyone home because it was his job, not out of any actual affection for them. He wasn't as dogged as Sheppard and didn't quite understand the

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[almostnever]

Fantastic. I love it hugely.

I started to beg you for Rodney and Charles but then this happened.

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"I'm only going to say this once, and then I'm going to repeat it hourly. No mind-reading in the labs," says Rodney, arms crossed, chin high.

"No?" Charles asks. "It can be awfully useful."

"It's true," says Hank, "we got a lot more done when we could just share our ideas mind to mind. It takes a lot of focus, but--"

"Quiet, grownups talking," Rodney tells Hank, and says to Charles, "Zero mindreading. That means none. I know they don't make geneticists do much in the way of actual math, but zero is probably a concept even a medical doctor can grasp."

"Oh, most likely," Charles says.

"You are not going to root around in my brain and steal any of my many, many revolutionary theories. Not that I really have anything to worry about, since all my ideas bear the distinctive stamp of my particular brilliance, so the plagiarism would be spotted immediately anyway," says Rodney. "But you just keep your eyes front and your 'psionic ability' to yourself."

"Of course, Dr. McKay," Charles agrees soothingly. "I wouldn't dare. After all, you must have all your ideas documented and dated, so it wouldn't take a moment to prove I'd nicked something from you."

"That's right!" Rodney stabs a triumphant finger toward Charles. "Exactly! Mostly. Or... some of them aren't documented, as such. Look, I'm too busy saving the galaxy if not the universe on a semi-weekly basis, I don't have time to write every little thing down. And I have a lot of things... percolating. Steeping, or possibly stewing, anyway, all the ingredients for greatness are there, I just don't always have everything ready to set down on paper yet."

"That's a shame. Couldn't you make voice recordings of all your ideas? I'm sure you never forget anything per se," says Charles, "but some of the details must get away from you, with all you do around here."

"I've tried that. Obviously," Rodney says. "But voice recording doesn't really work for me. I tend to veer off into tangents and never really get back to, uh... I don't know, somehow I always end up talking about dogs."

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"There must be a solution," says Charles. "If something were to happen to you, heaven forfend, the amount of knowledge that would be lost is staggering."

"A ha! You did read my mind!" says Rodney.

"Not your mind," Charles assures him. "Just your work. As much as I could lay hands on about the ATA gene and your theories about how it enables interaction with Ancient technology."

"Right. Yes. Of course," Rodney says. "And you're right, obviously, that if I go, the future of scientific advancement will be irreparably damaged."

"Perhaps someone could take dictation for you," Charles suggests. "Keep you on track whenever you veer off into mentioning dogs, that sort of thing."

"Nobody else could follow my ideas well enough to get them down," Rodney says glumly. "Anyone who could understand me would be wasted just taking dictation, I'd have to put them to work in the labs."

"Good point," says Charles.

Rodney eyes him speculatively. "You, though."

"Me?" Charles asks.

"You could just," Rodney starbursts his hands out from his head. "Read it from me. You'd get the comprehension along with the ideas. If I told you to do it, and it was on record, and there were witnesses... I mean, it's not like anyone's going to think any physics or engineering ideas could've come from you anyway."

Hank opens his mouth and closes it just as quickly with a wince; Charles smiles beatifically. "So I should be reading minds in the labs? So long as permission is all documented and above-board, of course."

"You have to!" says Rodney, increasingly agitated. "Invaluable thoughts are going through my head constantly, every second of the day. Who knows how many groundbreaking discoveries are being lost every time someone distracts me or doesn't bring me coffee? You've got to capture as much of that as you can or it could be lost forever. Let's go!" He snaps his fingers and points at Hank. "You, junior glasses patrol-- you're going to sign as a witness. We'll get Zelenka to co-sign. He'll hate that. Let's get the camera set up and get this taken care of." Rodney sweeps them along to the physics lab, bouncing a little. "This is the best idea I've had so far today. But it won't be the last best idea I have today, so keep your skull peeled, Xander--"

"Xavier."

"Right. Keep that mind open," Rodney says. "Don't miss a thing."

Charles smiles. "I'll do my best."

[mrkinch]

Bwahahahahaha! Charles wins, of course. This's great.

[spuffyduds]

GROWNUPS TALKING. HEEEEEEEE.

[stewardess]

Hahahaha! Lovely!

[anatsuno]

hahahahaha, Charles is SO DANGEROUS.

A part of me refuses to believe that Rodney can be tricked in this way at all, but that doesn't decrease my enjoyment of this in any way.

[helens78]

Eeeeeheeheehee, cute!