Fic: Just Another Crisis

[libra_traveller]

Title: Just Another Crisis
Author: libra_traveller
Rating: PG: Cutesy
Pairing: Rodney/Aiden
Summary: Aiden watches Rodney in his goal to help the man he's fallen for.



"Dammit, Ford. Why does this always happen? I stop one impending doom after another, and when I think, finally some sleep, this happens."

"Come on, McKay. One more heroic action, one more brilliant plan, and you can sleep all you need and desire."

"Promise?"

"I'll make sure Zelenka knows to take care of the next problem."

"Okay, inform Weir I'll be down soon, just have to gather some supplies."

(Later in the infirmary)

"Dammit, Rodney. You always do this. Something bad happens and you forget about your health. Then it becomes worse, and you decide to ignore how you're doing. Well, no more."

"Aiden... is that you?"

"Hey, McKay. Finally decided to join the land of the conscious... Carson! McKay's awake!"

(Five days later)

"Ford, stop it. What do you think you're doing?!"

"For a genius, your lightbulb's pretty dim. I'm following you around and taking note of your activities."

"I noticed. But why?!"

"'Cause. You're a scientist, consider this to be my own personal experiment."

"Sure, why not. Except you're distracting me... I need to concentrate and all you keep doing is making scratching noises with that pencil. Let me see that, you're probably just doodling."

"Hey, hands off the data. Just pretend I'm not here."

"You see, a REAL scientist would study their prey (cough) specimen, without interacting with them."

"But that would be stalking..."

"I'd rather have a stalker than have you keep interrupting my work!!"

"Okay, chill out sir. I'll just observe from way over there."

"Fine, go. I'll just pretend you're not there, and act normal."

"You? Normal? Hey! I'm going, I'm going."

(Two weeks later)

"Not another disaster. Elizabeth, what is it this time?"

"Oh, hey Rodney. Just your everyday Atlantian crisis. Here's the report. Fix whatever it is, then talk to Grodin. He needs help with nine other minor technical problems."

"Fine, fine. Give it here. Oh man, I'm never going to get any sleep, don't even have time for food. Better get started."

"Not so fast McKay. Eat this."

"Ford? Is that a heated up MRE?"

"Yep."

"Yum, and my favorite. How did you?"

"Oh that. I heard Weir call for you, so I ran, I mean I was already near the mess, so I got you a meal."

"Oh... this is good. Thanks. Hey, wait. Is this what that was all about? Your studying of me?"

"Yep. Had to figure out how often you needed to eat to keep your blood sugar levels average."

"That was very considerate of you. What are you hiding behind your back?"

"Oh this? Just a sleep schedule. You know, when to take power naps and when you need a full night of sleep, meaning someone else can take care of Atlantis."

"Sleep schedule? Let me see that. Wait, it says fifteen minutes of relaxation... right now. Aiden, I have to fix this now, if I don't-"

"Rodney. McKay, sorry. Dr. Weir knew about this problem for hours. Fifteen minutes won't hurt. It'll give you time to read the report and come up with a solution, little stress needed. This isn't a crisis, just a glitch."

"Say that again."

"This isn't-"

"You called me Rodney."

"Rodney. I like the name. Surnames though, they're respectful-"

"First names are friendly."

"Well, that won't work either. I've been planning on being more than just friendly."

"Hmm, now that I think about it, there is something else we can do for fifteen minutes."

"Uh, no. An hour at least is needed, maybe two. Besides, it's in your schedule."

"What? Where?"

"Right there next to bedtime. DA."

"DA?"

"Do Aiden."

"Simpleton."

"Love you too, Rodney."