I thought he was a hypochondriac and a coward and a whiner, but heís 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.
Heís a scientist, and itís 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 donít think Iíve 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. Heís fun. Really a lot of fun. Some of the attitude is self-protection, and thatís not usually aimed at me, not anymore, so whatís left is actually pretty funny. And he trusts me, you know. I mean, yeah, invulnerable and all, but we werenít completely sure of that before I shot him. Pretty sure, or I wouldnít have done it, but still.
Iím really glad heís still here.
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