Fic - Help
Title: Help
Pairing: Carson/Rodney
Genre: slash, AU
Word count: 1004
Disclaimer: I don't own them. *gasp* Am raising money to fix that.
AN: For the 100_situations prompt 'Late'
Rodney shut off his laptop, loudly closing the lid. “Okay, what do you want?”
Carson was at the desk, working on his own laptop. He turned around, looked at Rodney and frowned.
“If I hear you sigh like that one more time, I’ll go insane,” the Canadian explained.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I was disturbing you,” Carson replied dryly, taking his laptop and leaving the room.
It all began a few hours before, when Carson explained that he needed a bit of help with a presentation he was supposed to have ready for the next day. Rodney had blamed him for postponing it at first, then laughed at how clumsy he was when it came to technology and finished by telling him to fix his own mess.
About an hour later, when he realized that Carson wasn’t kidding and he really had a hard time doing whatever it was that he was supposed to do, he wanted to offer help, but Carson seemed too pissed off to be a nice working partner, so he decided to leave him alone.
Now, more than three hours later, he was sorry he hadn’t acted back then. Carson must have gone to the bedroom to continue his work there. His attitude was a mixture of stubbornness, pride and ambition. Rodney couldn’t blame him for trying to do things on his own, nor could he blame him for asking for help. But why did he leave it for the last possible day? It reminded him of those silly students who thought they could learn everything for an exam in the night preceding it. Carson had to learn his lesson once and for all.
Rodney turned on his laptop and continued reading the reports that his colleagues had emailed him. He knew Carson would talk to him again when he was done.
~*~
At midnight, Carson gently touched his shoulder, waking him, “go on, sleep in the bedroom.”
Groggily, Rodney got up and went into the bedroom, wondering if he should apologize to Carson. He could start to, and Carson would undoubtedly stop him before he actually got to say the words.
A few minutes later, he fell asleep, certain that Carson would soon walk into the bedroom and sleep by his side.
~*~
Rodney cracked one eye open, glaring at Tom. The cat was playing with his pajama’s right sleeve, oblivious to the harm he was causing to Rodney’s sleep. The man shooed the cat and turned around to see if Carson was still sleeping, but found that he was the bed’s only occupant.
He got up as he checked his watch - one a.m. In the living room, Carson was lying down on the couch, laptop by his side, on the floor. Moving closer, Rodney saw that the man was sleeping, his left hand supporting his head and the right one resting on the keyboard.
He gently took the laptop, careful not to disturb Carson too much and took it back to the bedroom.
Rodney scrolled through the document Carson was working on and found it was about some funky gene therapy. Apparently, Carson was about to talk about that, while presenting a few images to the audience. Bringing up the other opened program, Rodney found what he was working on: a 3D model of the molecules involved in the therapy.
Of course Carson wasn’t satisfied with what the others have done before him and he wanted to do something that would fit his paper perfectly.
After a trip to Carson’s desk, from where he retrieved a few books, he started working on Carson’s 3D models.
~*~
Two hours later, he smiled, content that he finished. It wasn’t as much hard as it was a lot of work in setting up the little details. But it was well worth the effort. Carson would present the coolest 3D models to ever grace a genetics research paper.
Opening Carson’s organizer, he saw that the conference was scheduled to start at twelve o’clock. Carson had set his alarm clock to five o’clock. He must have known he’d fall asleep sooner or later, and he wanted to be sure everything would be done. Rodney changed it to eight and went to sleep.
~*~
A loud banging noise woke him up. He followed the sound to the kitchen, where a very freshly awakened Carson was fighting with the coffee pot and losing quite embarrassingly.
“Let me take care of that,” Rodney offered.
“It’s so late, I won’t be able to… how could I miss the alarm?” Carson asked dejectedly, sitting down at the kitchen table.
“You didn’t miss it, I changed the time,” Rodney said, smiling.
Carson got up from the table, “It wasn’t enough that you didn’t want to help me, you wanted to ruin it altogether. Do you have any idea how important this conference is for me?” He was barely containing his anger, trying to keep his voice at a decent tone.
“I did it for you,” Rodney explained, looking for a place where to set the pot with the boiling water.
“You did what for me?” Carson asked, frowning.
“The 3D models. I did them.”
“But you couldn’t have known how to -”
“I went through those huge books of yours, looking for what I needed to know.”
Carson smiled, sitting down again. “Thank you. I was completely lost.”
“Well, you managed to do that first one quite well.”
Carson smiled again, “I’m sorry, I’ve been really nervous about this and I know I’ve been a wee bit… hard to deal with.”
“Don’t worry about it. I should have helped you when you asked me to, I’m -”
“Let’s just have breakfast so I can go over the paper one more time,” Carson interrupted.
Carson never allowed him to apologize properly. Probably he knew he wasn’t good at it. He had other ways of making up, and if today it involved 3D models, it was fine with him.
Rodney smiled and opened the fridge, looking for something edible.
Pairing: Carson/Rodney
Genre: slash, AU
Word count: 1004
Disclaimer: I don't own them. *gasp* Am raising money to fix that.
AN: For the 100_situations prompt 'Late'
Rodney shut off his laptop, loudly closing the lid. “Okay, what do you want?”
Carson was at the desk, working on his own laptop. He turned around, looked at Rodney and frowned.
“If I hear you sigh like that one more time, I’ll go insane,” the Canadian explained.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I was disturbing you,” Carson replied dryly, taking his laptop and leaving the room.
It all began a few hours before, when Carson explained that he needed a bit of help with a presentation he was supposed to have ready for the next day. Rodney had blamed him for postponing it at first, then laughed at how clumsy he was when it came to technology and finished by telling him to fix his own mess.
About an hour later, when he realized that Carson wasn’t kidding and he really had a hard time doing whatever it was that he was supposed to do, he wanted to offer help, but Carson seemed too pissed off to be a nice working partner, so he decided to leave him alone.
Now, more than three hours later, he was sorry he hadn’t acted back then. Carson must have gone to the bedroom to continue his work there. His attitude was a mixture of stubbornness, pride and ambition. Rodney couldn’t blame him for trying to do things on his own, nor could he blame him for asking for help. But why did he leave it for the last possible day? It reminded him of those silly students who thought they could learn everything for an exam in the night preceding it. Carson had to learn his lesson once and for all.
Rodney turned on his laptop and continued reading the reports that his colleagues had emailed him. He knew Carson would talk to him again when he was done.
~*~
At midnight, Carson gently touched his shoulder, waking him, “go on, sleep in the bedroom.”
Groggily, Rodney got up and went into the bedroom, wondering if he should apologize to Carson. He could start to, and Carson would undoubtedly stop him before he actually got to say the words.
A few minutes later, he fell asleep, certain that Carson would soon walk into the bedroom and sleep by his side.
~*~
Rodney cracked one eye open, glaring at Tom. The cat was playing with his pajama’s right sleeve, oblivious to the harm he was causing to Rodney’s sleep. The man shooed the cat and turned around to see if Carson was still sleeping, but found that he was the bed’s only occupant.
He got up as he checked his watch - one a.m. In the living room, Carson was lying down on the couch, laptop by his side, on the floor. Moving closer, Rodney saw that the man was sleeping, his left hand supporting his head and the right one resting on the keyboard.
He gently took the laptop, careful not to disturb Carson too much and took it back to the bedroom.
Rodney scrolled through the document Carson was working on and found it was about some funky gene therapy. Apparently, Carson was about to talk about that, while presenting a few images to the audience. Bringing up the other opened program, Rodney found what he was working on: a 3D model of the molecules involved in the therapy.
Of course Carson wasn’t satisfied with what the others have done before him and he wanted to do something that would fit his paper perfectly.
After a trip to Carson’s desk, from where he retrieved a few books, he started working on Carson’s 3D models.
~*~
Two hours later, he smiled, content that he finished. It wasn’t as much hard as it was a lot of work in setting up the little details. But it was well worth the effort. Carson would present the coolest 3D models to ever grace a genetics research paper.
Opening Carson’s organizer, he saw that the conference was scheduled to start at twelve o’clock. Carson had set his alarm clock to five o’clock. He must have known he’d fall asleep sooner or later, and he wanted to be sure everything would be done. Rodney changed it to eight and went to sleep.
~*~
A loud banging noise woke him up. He followed the sound to the kitchen, where a very freshly awakened Carson was fighting with the coffee pot and losing quite embarrassingly.
“Let me take care of that,” Rodney offered.
“It’s so late, I won’t be able to… how could I miss the alarm?” Carson asked dejectedly, sitting down at the kitchen table.
“You didn’t miss it, I changed the time,” Rodney said, smiling.
Carson got up from the table, “It wasn’t enough that you didn’t want to help me, you wanted to ruin it altogether. Do you have any idea how important this conference is for me?” He was barely containing his anger, trying to keep his voice at a decent tone.
“I did it for you,” Rodney explained, looking for a place where to set the pot with the boiling water.
“You did what for me?” Carson asked, frowning.
“The 3D models. I did them.”
“But you couldn’t have known how to -”
“I went through those huge books of yours, looking for what I needed to know.”
Carson smiled, sitting down again. “Thank you. I was completely lost.”
“Well, you managed to do that first one quite well.”
Carson smiled again, “I’m sorry, I’ve been really nervous about this and I know I’ve been a wee bit… hard to deal with.”
“Don’t worry about it. I should have helped you when you asked me to, I’m -”
“Let’s just have breakfast so I can go over the paper one more time,” Carson interrupted.
Carson never allowed him to apologize properly. Probably he knew he wasn’t good at it. He had other ways of making up, and if today it involved 3D models, it was fine with him.
Rodney smiled and opened the fridge, looking for something edible.