Stargate: Atlantis fanfic
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windemereDisclaimer: Not mine. In any universe.
Summary: But now that he was here, he couldn’t dream of being anywhere else, because it would never live up to this.
Author’s Note: Part the Second. Care of Rodney McKay. Kinda set during Critical Mass.
Two Years In
He was getting a little tired of people expecting him to save the world (or the universe) all the time. It was just so stressful.
Of them all, Rodney McKay had probably understood the best, at least of the civilian team, what they were getting into when they’d stepped through the Gate. His mind could dream up all types of disasters they would have to face, and all the things that could go wrong.
Rodney would never admit it to anyone, but stepping through the Gate to the Pegasus galaxy the first time had taken more courage than anything else in his life. But now that he was here, he couldn’t dream of being anywhere else, because it would never live up to this.
Still, saving the world every week was getting a bit tedious. It took up so much of the time he’d rather use to fiddle around with all the interesting Ancient technology they’d found in Atlantis. But no; instead, he spent at least one day out of seven saving the city from destruction or trying to ensure Sheppard’s butt stayed relatively intact.
He used to joke that it was always up to the scientists to save the world in the end. At the time, he’d really never expected to be so absolutely right. He supposed it was just another example of all those times he’d put his foot in it.
And now, here he was again; the only one standing between them and death, and he was debating whether to throw his hands up in the air and just give up. But that voice in the back of his head that was his self-preservation wouldn’t let him. And so he was going to save the lot of them for what felt like the hundredth time, but was probably only the twentieth.
He had a brief moment of contemplation over whether Carter ever felt like this. Probably not; she probably relished it ever time it was all left up to her.
Rodney sighed, firmly stopping down that particular train of thought, and rubbed tiredly at his eyes. Then he went back to work: to save his own ass as well as everyone else’s.
After all, someone had to.
Summary: But now that he was here, he couldn’t dream of being anywhere else, because it would never live up to this.
Author’s Note: Part the Second. Care of Rodney McKay. Kinda set during Critical Mass.
Two Years In
He was getting a little tired of people expecting him to save the world (or the universe) all the time. It was just so stressful.
Of them all, Rodney McKay had probably understood the best, at least of the civilian team, what they were getting into when they’d stepped through the Gate. His mind could dream up all types of disasters they would have to face, and all the things that could go wrong.
Rodney would never admit it to anyone, but stepping through the Gate to the Pegasus galaxy the first time had taken more courage than anything else in his life. But now that he was here, he couldn’t dream of being anywhere else, because it would never live up to this.
Still, saving the world every week was getting a bit tedious. It took up so much of the time he’d rather use to fiddle around with all the interesting Ancient technology they’d found in Atlantis. But no; instead, he spent at least one day out of seven saving the city from destruction or trying to ensure Sheppard’s butt stayed relatively intact.
He used to joke that it was always up to the scientists to save the world in the end. At the time, he’d really never expected to be so absolutely right. He supposed it was just another example of all those times he’d put his foot in it.
And now, here he was again; the only one standing between them and death, and he was debating whether to throw his hands up in the air and just give up. But that voice in the back of his head that was his self-preservation wouldn’t let him. And so he was going to save the lot of them for what felt like the hundredth time, but was probably only the twentieth.
He had a brief moment of contemplation over whether Carter ever felt like this. Probably not; she probably relished it ever time it was all left up to her.
Rodney sighed, firmly stopping down that particular train of thought, and rubbed tiredly at his eyes. Then he went back to work: to save his own ass as well as everyone else’s.
After all, someone had to.
