Timed to the 7th
Rodney was trying to stay optimistic about Teyla's disappearance, but optimism was as alien a word in Rodney McKay's dictionary as creationism. Suffice it to say, he wasn't pulling it off too well. In fact, he had spent most of the day sulking, Sheppard-style, and then he ate himself into a sleepy stupor by early evening and slept until about 3am.
To his credit, he waited until the sun came up to go to Jill's. He'd actually completely forgotten about her in the wake of Teyla's disappearance, or maybe a part of him was dreading going there in case he found her gone, too.
No wonder John had reacted so badly. Whenever someone disappeared, it was like a reminder of how temporary their so-called 'permanent' situation was. How anybody and everybody you cared about could be gone tomorrow, just like that, and you wouldn't be able to do anything about it. He wouldn't be able to do anything about it.
On the walk there, he hadn't even noticed the absence of snow, so caught up in his own thoughts. He was frowning and chewing on the inside of his cheek by the time he got to Jill's door, and it took considerable courage for him to raise a fist and knock instead of running away, but he did it. Somehow.
Please don't be gone, too, he thought desperately. That would just be bad luck as well as extremely unfair. He'd have to take brooding lessons from Sheppard.
To his credit, he waited until the sun came up to go to Jill's. He'd actually completely forgotten about her in the wake of Teyla's disappearance, or maybe a part of him was dreading going there in case he found her gone, too.
No wonder John had reacted so badly. Whenever someone disappeared, it was like a reminder of how temporary their so-called 'permanent' situation was. How anybody and everybody you cared about could be gone tomorrow, just like that, and you wouldn't be able to do anything about it. He wouldn't be able to do anything about it.
On the walk there, he hadn't even noticed the absence of snow, so caught up in his own thoughts. He was frowning and chewing on the inside of his cheek by the time he got to Jill's door, and it took considerable courage for him to raise a fist and knock instead of running away, but he did it. Somehow.
Please don't be gone, too, he thought desperately. That would just be bad luck as well as extremely unfair. He'd have to take brooding lessons from Sheppard.