Rodney's first morning back in Atlantis hadn't been the greatest up until now. Apparently, no time at all had elapsed since he'd 'left', which meant a year and a half spent on the island for him hadn't, in fact, been a year and a half for anyone else. Except Jill ( Read more... )

Rodney had been over the moon with happiness since that morning. It had been the best morning ever. He couldn't ever remember having a morning that good, even though he'd never got around to eating his scrumptious pancakes with lemon syrup, nor had he got started on his jam, but there was plenty of time yet and besides he wasn't sure how to go ( Read more... )

After his run-in with Not-Sheppard (thank God it wasn't evil Not-Sheppard, that would have been even worse) Rodney McKay was in what could only be described as a foul mood. Oh, sure, his plans weren't completely ruined but it was as close as it could get and it was all Sheppard's fault. Forget the island and its weirdness, Rodney was going to place ( Read more... )

It was almost too much to take in at once. It was a good thing Rodney was a genius, or he might not have absorbed any of it. As it was, he was getting there.

As far as he understood it, he was on a weird island populated by people from varying dimensions, realities and universes, not to mention dinosaurs, tigers, monkeys, elephants and mummy- ( Read more... )