After his talk with Samantha, Rodney felt... not better exactly, but maybe a little braver. Just a little. Enough that he no longer wanted to run screaming into the jungle, never to return, anyways ( Read more... )

Rodney missed distractions. Granted, the kind of distractions he'd had to deal with on Atlantis had been of the mortal danger variety, and he didn't much enjoy those. But...he could have done with just one impossible problem to solve, just one deadly situation to get out of, because the alternative was thinking about his current circumstance and he ( Read more... )

I am NOT your local IT guy. I will NOT fix whatever piece of hardware or software you've broken with your ineptitude. I am a genius with two PhDs and I have better things to do with my time.

That said, leave mail here.

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... )

The first thing Rodney noticed when he woke up was the noise. More specifically, the lack of it ( Read more... )

Rodney was woken up ridiculously early that morning - that is, before one o'clock in the afternoon - by a familiar sound. That didn't mean, however, that it was by any stretch of the imagination a welcome sound. In fact, it was a distinctly annoying sound - the sound of a dog in distress ( Read more... )

Rodney McKay sat at his desk, shoulders slumped, a certain piece of paper in a certain frame clutched in his hands. He didn't need the PhD to tell him he was smart - he knew very well the boundlessness of his own intelligence - but since That Weekend it had been staring at him from the wall, mockingly. So that morning he took it down and stared ( 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... )

Rodney McKay woke up that morning feeling just dandy. In fact, he felt gosh darn swell. There were birds tweeting outside his window, sun shining in through the curtains; why, it looked to be a real peachy kind of day, the kind of day where you were just happy to be alive ( Read more... )

Rodney had visited several of the huts around the smaller waterfall before realizing Sheppard might have meant the larger one, and as luck would have it, the first door he knocked on this time was answered by a tall woman with wavy blonde-brown hair, blue eyes and the un-friendliest look he'd ever seen ( Read more... )