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Colonel Sheppard had been kind enough to allow Laura to remain in Atlantis for a bit longer. While initially that had seemed like a bad idea with the whole bomb mess (and McKay suspecting her of being the Trust agent, of all things!), Laura didn't regret requesting the extension at all. She'd return to Earth on the Daedelus the next time it came

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"Mmmph," Rodney said. He had been sleeping soundly on his back with his arms splayed out, and when Jill rolled against him he put an arm around her and sighed contentedly. Sometimes he liked waking up with Jill. All the time, really, as long as it was somewhere past nine o'clock.

But when Jill sat up and started yelling at him, he groaned. Since when did she call him McKay? It was better than Meredith, he supposed.

"What is it?" he asked, and opened his eyes. Huh. It seemed Jill had dyed her hair in the night. He stared at her dumbly with his mouth open and a bit of drool on his chin before his vision became a little less blurry and he realized he wasn't looking at Jill-with-dyed-hair. He was looking at Cadman, and Jill was still asleep next to him.

He looked from her to Cadman and back again, and then he looked at his naked body and then he looked at Cadman's body and he had to say, he screamed a little.

Grabbing for the covers, he pulled them up against his chin. "Cadman!" he squeaked. "What - you - whatHe could only hope Jill

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"Oh, please," Laura huffed exasperatedly, waving a hand at Rodney and his covers. "I've seen it all before. It's not like it's news."

Not bothering to cross her arms about her chest or anything like that (as, well, the female form was nothing to be embarrassed about, especially when it was in as great shape as hers), she glared over at him, completely oblivious to the sleeping woman on the other side of McKay.

"You," she said, "are definitely a downgrade from Carson. Do you mind telling me what is freaking going on here? Testing any new alien tech I oughta know about? I mean, what are you going for here, McKay? Scotty? Because I really don't think you can do the accent. Mind beaming me back already?"

True, she could walk back to Carson's quarters, but if McKay was screwing around with beaming tech, he could damned well make it work in reverse.

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"Shhhhhhhhhh!" Rodney hissed. "Don't wake her up!" He flicked his eyes to Jill lying on the other side of him.

"Um," he added when he looked back at Cadman, determinedly keeping his eyes above her neck region. "Did you just get here? Uh. Nevermind. Stupid question." Why here? Why his bed? And oh dear, she was talking about Carson. Had Carson even met her yet from where he was from? This was going to be embarrassing. More embarrassing, anyway.

He chanced letting go of the covers with one hand to rub it across his face. It was too early for this. Any time was too early for this. And Cadman, too. It was like a dream turned into a hideous, hideous nightmare.

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Laura had the sense to lower her voice, though it didn't catch up with her for a moment exactly why he'd asked her to do it. "Of course I just got here, McKay. Believe me, no way in hell would I spend any more time in your bed than necessary -- your mattress sucks."

Then the 'don't wake her up' caught up with Laura. Curious, and looking more than a little impishly scandalized, she leaned forward to peer over Rodney's covers. "Ooooh, you stud, you, McKay!" When she realized the girl in the bed, in fact, was not Katie Brown, the sparkle faded from her eyes. "Definitely didn't hear about this at girls' poker night. You really don't know anything about women, do you?"