Rodney's head shot up at the sound of the alarm. It was the first time since the attack that he got more than 4 hours sleep staight and it took him a moment to orientate himself
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Jack heard someone walk in behind him and a shocked exhalation. Sighing, he turned to see who it was this time. Great. Just great. Here he was still in infirmary scrubs, since none of his clothes from before were going to fit, and he had to meet up with... "McKay."
Jack nodded and smiled. He wasn't going to explain unless McKay asked, which he would... eventually.
Rodney blinked, shook his head, blinked again and rubbed his eyes. "O'Neill?"
The man in scrubs looked like O'Neill's younger brother and Rodney desperately tried to sort out the visual information. He was also vaguely reminding him of someone else, but he couldn't grasp it yet.
Jack smirked as the scientist rubbed his eyes, obviously befuddled. McKay would find out sooner or later, of course, but still, it wasn't every day he had the man at such a disadvantage. "What about him?"
Rodney frowned at the man, still trying to sort out his face. There was something about his voice too, but he had no idea. It irritated him that the man knew his name, naturally, and he had no idea vice versa.
"Your name," he impatiently snapped his fingers. "Would you tell me your name?" It wasn't a question.
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Jack nodded and smiled. He wasn't going to explain unless McKay asked, which he would... eventually.
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The man in scrubs looked like O'Neill's younger brother and Rodney desperately tried to sort out the visual information. He was also vaguely reminding him of someone else, but he couldn't grasp it yet.
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"Your name," he impatiently snapped his fingers. "Would you tell me your name?" It wasn't a question.
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