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windemereThe last chapter is here!
Disclaimer: Neither Stargate: Atlantis nor The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy are mine.
AN: Part the Last. Finally. I don’t know if any of you will be happy with this ending. I don’t know if I am. But if you read to the end of this chapter, thank you for sticking with it.
Doctor Rodney McKay was having a terrible, horrible, no good very bad day.
It was not, as you might think, the worst day of his life. It was only the third worst. The worst was commonly accepted by himself and everyone around him as the day he almost drowned at the bottom of the ocean on a planet roughly 0.92 mega-parsecs away from the one on which he was born.
The second worst was known only to him and it’ll stay that way, thank you very much.
Of course, this terrible, horrible, no good very bad day had almost nothing to do with the fact that only ten hours before the planet on which he stood (or rather, floated) disappeared. Instead, the occurrence with which he was currently so depressed, and the reason for which he was hiding in the furthest corner of his smallest lab was simple.
He had, in no way shape or form, saved the day.
This was rather a new occurrence for the good Doctor and one which, he hoped, he would never have to suffer through again.
“McKay?” The voice – possibly the very last in the universe he wanted to be hearing at that particular moment – called out from the doorway.
When he didn’t even raise his head a fraction of an inch, John Sheppard came to stand in front of him. Dejected, Rodney looked up.
“Are you going to sulk all night? There’s a huge party in the mess.”
“I’ve got nothing to celebrate,” Doctor McKay announced.
“Rodney, really. Are you going to be pissed off at all of us because it wasn’t your bright idea?”
“Yes.”
The Colonel clearly wasn’t sure what to do with that response. “Well then, sit here on your own, in the dark, and sulk all you want. But you could, for once in your life, deal with the fact that someone else beat you to the answer. It’s not the end of the world.”
“Yes it is.”
“Fine.” And John Sheppard went in search of a beer. Or whatever the Athosian equivalent actually was; he’d been a bit scared to ask Teyla what her people made it with.
The astrophysicist who had not saved the day continued to bemoan his lot in life...at least until he fell asleep at his desk.
And woke up in the morning to find, strangely enough, that he was the only human being in the entire city.
At least the planet was still there.
Disclaimer: Neither Stargate: Atlantis nor The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy are mine.
AN: Part the Last. Finally. I don’t know if any of you will be happy with this ending. I don’t know if I am. But if you read to the end of this chapter, thank you for sticking with it.
Doctor Rodney McKay was having a terrible, horrible, no good very bad day.
It was not, as you might think, the worst day of his life. It was only the third worst. The worst was commonly accepted by himself and everyone around him as the day he almost drowned at the bottom of the ocean on a planet roughly 0.92 mega-parsecs away from the one on which he was born.
The second worst was known only to him and it’ll stay that way, thank you very much.
Of course, this terrible, horrible, no good very bad day had almost nothing to do with the fact that only ten hours before the planet on which he stood (or rather, floated) disappeared. Instead, the occurrence with which he was currently so depressed, and the reason for which he was hiding in the furthest corner of his smallest lab was simple.
He had, in no way shape or form, saved the day.
This was rather a new occurrence for the good Doctor and one which, he hoped, he would never have to suffer through again.
“McKay?” The voice – possibly the very last in the universe he wanted to be hearing at that particular moment – called out from the doorway.
When he didn’t even raise his head a fraction of an inch, John Sheppard came to stand in front of him. Dejected, Rodney looked up.
“Are you going to sulk all night? There’s a huge party in the mess.”
“I’ve got nothing to celebrate,” Doctor McKay announced.
“Rodney, really. Are you going to be pissed off at all of us because it wasn’t your bright idea?”
“Yes.”
The Colonel clearly wasn’t sure what to do with that response. “Well then, sit here on your own, in the dark, and sulk all you want. But you could, for once in your life, deal with the fact that someone else beat you to the answer. It’s not the end of the world.”
“Yes it is.”
“Fine.” And John Sheppard went in search of a beer. Or whatever the Athosian equivalent actually was; he’d been a bit scared to ask Teyla what her people made it with.
The astrophysicist who had not saved the day continued to bemoan his lot in life...at least until he fell asleep at his desk.
And woke up in the morning to find, strangely enough, that he was the only human being in the entire city.
At least the planet was still there.
