Fic: Rodney wakes up
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libra_travellerTitle: Rodney Wakes Up
Author: libra_traveller
Note: This was written in sequence with other stories by different writers.
"Argh! My neck... why if the ancients are so advanced, their beds have
to be so damn uncomfortable to sleep in?" Rodney slips off his bed,
viciously rubbing his sore cramped neck and shoulder. He pads over to
his desk and turns on his laptop. He connects his computer to the
personnel network, opening the folder labled 'memos'. The city is
cutting back on food, more rationing. Ever since the storm, that
destroyed all the crops the Athosians were growing, food sources have
decreased. They also lost an ally and had yet to find any planets to
cultivate nor had any other villages been willing to part with some of
their own crops. On another note, beginning signs of a flu has been
detected by the medical staff. They're working on a vaccine that
everyone will have to receive once it's made. Something more
exciting, a Valentine's Day Ball will be held in two weeks. Anyone
who wishes to help with decorations and/or costumes should report to
Dr. Sanchez, who will be organizing the event.
"Valentine's Day? As if any of us have time to couple up with
somebody. We have the Wraith to worry about, romances can wait."
Rodney trudged over to the wooden chest some Athosian children made
for him in celebration of the Winter Solstice. Opening the chest, he
picks out a pair of jeans and sweatshirt, today being the once a
month, dress casual day. Carrying this as well as a bag of
toiletries, he makes his way out of his room and down the hall to the
shower facilities on that level. Passing through the door he comes
across a couple female and male members of various science
specialties. He nods politely at them and grabs his own shower stall.
His clothes go into a compartment within the stall, to avoid soaking.
He pulls out his soap and small bottles of shampoo and conditioner.
Then he places his hand on a heat sensor and activator. It reads the
person's body temperature and chooses the water's temperature
accordingly to achieve that person's average temperature as recorded
by the city. The water spray comes from the walls all around in soft
streams giving the stall a mist-like quality. Rodney bathes and
washes his hair while considering his goals for the day. His team
doesn't have any off-world missions for a couple days. He has a
couple personal lab experiments he has yet to begin. Teyla had
mentioned a desire to learn how to dance for the ball. Some of the
women were giving lessons and Teyla asked him to join her as a
temporary dance partner. He couldn't say no, besides, it had been
years since he'd gone dancing himself. The lessons are supposed to be
in the afternoon. Finishing up, Rodney deactivates the shower and
takes a couple towels out of another compartment that people try to
keep stocked. Drying off and dressing, Rodney walks to the sink to
shave and brush his teeth.
John Sheppard walks into the room. His eyes have bags under them, and
he walks stiffly. Rodney turns to look at him. "Didn't sleep well?"
John blinks at him. "Haven't slept at all, actually. Teyla and I
spent the night gazing out at the stars, guess we're both getting
home-sick."
Rodney pats his face with a towel. "Well, when you're done in here,
go take a nap at least. Nothing much is going on today, so get your
rest. Do you think Teyla still wants those dance lessons?"
John laughs. "You still trying to weasel out of that?" John goes to
the sink next to Rodney and splashes his face.
"Excuse me if I don't feel like having all those ladies laughing at me
when they realize how bad a dancer I am. I know they expect it, but
still, a guy's got to have some pride." Rodney put the rest of his
stuff back in it's bag. He places his towels in a portable hamper
near the door.
"You haven't ate anything yet have you?" John sneaks a look at
Rodney, who doesn't look entirely awake.
"How would you know?"
"You're usually more bitchy than this. It's like you need the sugar
to fuel that snippy wit of yours." John turns and leans against the
sink, waiting to be yelled at.
Rodney simply yawns back at him and walks out, heading back to his
room. Upon arrival he digs through the mess on his desk, finding an
extra power bar... strawberry oatmeal. Chewing thoughtfully, he pulls
open a folder on his laptop and begins reviewing the weekly reports
for the Science Department on Atlantis.
Author: libra_traveller
Note: This was written in sequence with other stories by different writers.
"Argh! My neck... why if the ancients are so advanced, their beds have
to be so damn uncomfortable to sleep in?" Rodney slips off his bed,
viciously rubbing his sore cramped neck and shoulder. He pads over to
his desk and turns on his laptop. He connects his computer to the
personnel network, opening the folder labled 'memos'. The city is
cutting back on food, more rationing. Ever since the storm, that
destroyed all the crops the Athosians were growing, food sources have
decreased. They also lost an ally and had yet to find any planets to
cultivate nor had any other villages been willing to part with some of
their own crops. On another note, beginning signs of a flu has been
detected by the medical staff. They're working on a vaccine that
everyone will have to receive once it's made. Something more
exciting, a Valentine's Day Ball will be held in two weeks. Anyone
who wishes to help with decorations and/or costumes should report to
Dr. Sanchez, who will be organizing the event.
"Valentine's Day? As if any of us have time to couple up with
somebody. We have the Wraith to worry about, romances can wait."
Rodney trudged over to the wooden chest some Athosian children made
for him in celebration of the Winter Solstice. Opening the chest, he
picks out a pair of jeans and sweatshirt, today being the once a
month, dress casual day. Carrying this as well as a bag of
toiletries, he makes his way out of his room and down the hall to the
shower facilities on that level. Passing through the door he comes
across a couple female and male members of various science
specialties. He nods politely at them and grabs his own shower stall.
His clothes go into a compartment within the stall, to avoid soaking.
He pulls out his soap and small bottles of shampoo and conditioner.
Then he places his hand on a heat sensor and activator. It reads the
person's body temperature and chooses the water's temperature
accordingly to achieve that person's average temperature as recorded
by the city. The water spray comes from the walls all around in soft
streams giving the stall a mist-like quality. Rodney bathes and
washes his hair while considering his goals for the day. His team
doesn't have any off-world missions for a couple days. He has a
couple personal lab experiments he has yet to begin. Teyla had
mentioned a desire to learn how to dance for the ball. Some of the
women were giving lessons and Teyla asked him to join her as a
temporary dance partner. He couldn't say no, besides, it had been
years since he'd gone dancing himself. The lessons are supposed to be
in the afternoon. Finishing up, Rodney deactivates the shower and
takes a couple towels out of another compartment that people try to
keep stocked. Drying off and dressing, Rodney walks to the sink to
shave and brush his teeth.
John Sheppard walks into the room. His eyes have bags under them, and
he walks stiffly. Rodney turns to look at him. "Didn't sleep well?"
John blinks at him. "Haven't slept at all, actually. Teyla and I
spent the night gazing out at the stars, guess we're both getting
home-sick."
Rodney pats his face with a towel. "Well, when you're done in here,
go take a nap at least. Nothing much is going on today, so get your
rest. Do you think Teyla still wants those dance lessons?"
John laughs. "You still trying to weasel out of that?" John goes to
the sink next to Rodney and splashes his face.
"Excuse me if I don't feel like having all those ladies laughing at me
when they realize how bad a dancer I am. I know they expect it, but
still, a guy's got to have some pride." Rodney put the rest of his
stuff back in it's bag. He places his towels in a portable hamper
near the door.
"You haven't ate anything yet have you?" John sneaks a look at
Rodney, who doesn't look entirely awake.
"How would you know?"
"You're usually more bitchy than this. It's like you need the sugar
to fuel that snippy wit of yours." John turns and leans against the
sink, waiting to be yelled at.
Rodney simply yawns back at him and walks out, heading back to his
room. Upon arrival he digs through the mess on his desk, finding an
extra power bar... strawberry oatmeal. Chewing thoughtfully, he pulls
open a folder on his laptop and begins reviewing the weekly reports
for the Science Department on Atlantis.