The Fallout

[scientificsnark]

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

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[jill_langston]

Since the weekend everything had basically gone to hell, Jill had done her best not to mention it. She and Mayko didn't talk about it, which, as far as Jill was concerned, was for the best, but she and Rodney hadn't talked about it either. Normally she would have been okay with that, but the extent to which he was avoiding her was really starting to piss her off. It had been a screwed up weekend, there was no doubt about that, but if he was going to pull away now, because, for some insane reason, he thought she might actually want everything they'd tried to achieve, he had another thing coming.

"Rodney," she said, coming into the hut and standing in the door with her arms crossed. "This has to stop." It was insane. They hadn't been themselves at all, they'd both been out of their minds.

[scientificsnark]

Rodney started guiltily, almost dropping the frame in his hands, but it clattered harmlessly on the desktop instead. He looked up and around and into the decidedly not-happy-looking face of Jill, and he tried not to think of her as his almost-wife.

"Jill! How long have you been standing there?" he asked. He hoped he hadn't been talking to himself. That would just be the nail in the proverbial coffin, and from the looks of things he'd already started to nail it shut.

He should have gone through with the wedding.

[jill_langston]

"I just got here. But I guess I do have to sneak up on you to get you to be around me for longer than ten seconds these days, don't I?" she asked dryly, pushing through the door and coming further into the hut. For a moment she almost started to pace, then forced herself to stand still.

"I'm serious," she continued. "We can't keep going on like this."

[scientificsnark]

Rodney gulped a little, forcing his eyes to follow Jill instead of looking for easy exits. She was too close to the door still, anyways.

"Um, well..." he began, eloquently. He sought for words, and fell back on the tried and true: "It's not my fault."

Probably not the best thing to say, given the circumstances.