August 2005
I thought he was a hypochondriac and a coward and a whiner, but he’s not. Well, okay, he blows things out of proportion so that a paper cut becomes the loss of a limb, but a coward? Hell no.
He’s a scientist, and it’s not his job to put himself on the line to save everyone else, but he did. The thought of that thing scared him so bad that the personal shield turned off when nothing else managed that, not even hunger, but he still put it back on and walked into that thing.
God, my heart was in my mouth. He scared the hell out of me. I don’t think I’ve ever been as scared as when I watched Rodney McKay walk down those steps and into that entity. Jesus. We nearly lost him today.
And that would matter to me a lot more than I could have imagined even as recently as our arrival here. He’s fun. Really a lot of fun. Some of the attitude is self-protection, and that’s not usually aimed at me, not anymore, so what’s left is actually pretty funny. And he trusts me, you know. I mean, yeah, invulnerable and all, but we weren’t completely sure of that before I shot him. Pretty sure, or I wouldn’t have done it, but still.
I’m really glad he’s still here.
Back to Orithain's page Back to the Fiction page
Tell me about any broken links