"Rodney. Calm down."
"I don't believe you're really appreciating how royally screwed
we are, of being stuck in this - this Turbolift! We're going
to starve to death before we're freed." There was little room
to move around the shaft, but that didn't stop Rodney from pacing.
Or from flapping his arms around while he vented.
"Turbolift?" Carson couldn't help but snort, "You
were a Trekkie?" The idea that there was a moment in time where
the other man would put down his toys to watch a science fiction
show, let alone Star Trek, had a certain humor to it.
"A 'Trekker', thank you." Rodney stated as he stopped
mid-pace, "You're telling me that you didn't watch any of the
series?" Shifting himself to a more relaxed stance, he started
to wag his finger at Carson while sporting a smile that could only
be defined as 'goofy'. "Bet you liked that blonde nurse from
the original one."
"And I bet you had a thing for Spock." Carson mused as
he shifted his weight onto his left foot, trying to get more comfortable
against the wall he'd been leaning on for the past hour, "You're
always working with logic, which really can be maddening at times."
"Yeah, well. Why couldn't you be more like that engineer?"
Rodney asked feeling a bit slighted. "Then perhaps you
could be getting us out of here." He didn't have big pointy
"You mean that character whose last name was derived from
his nationality? The one where most of his lines consisted of the
word, 'Aye'? The one where the audience required a constant reminder
that he was supposed to be from Scotland, simply because the accent
wasn't helpful enough? That engineer?"
"Ooh," Rodney said, waggling his finger yet again in
Carson's direction, "Aren't we just a bit tetchy."
Carson released a resigned sigh, as he tried to loosen an invisible
weight off of his shoulders. He wasn't going to have his blood pressure
raise simply from being stuck in this small compartment with Rodney,
although no one would blame him if it did. "They're having
a problem with one of the naquadah generators. We'll be out of here
in no time, especially if they accidentally blow us up with it.
So just calm down, and relax."
"You're assuming that they're having a problem with
one of the generators. We don't know what's wrong 'cause we haven't
been able to contact anyone. And there's a good chance that no one
knows that we're even missing!"
"Somebody knows. They'll figure out that something's wrong,
and then they'll fix it."
"And how did you come to this conclusion?"
"Because you have yet to fill your quota of annoying people
for the past hour, Rodney. Someone's bound to notice the peace and
"Oh, that's funny. Real cute. We're stuck in mid-transport
to a destination that no one was notified of yet, and you've taken
on the comedic relief. You need to work on your material there,
buddy. And, oh look! We have an abundance of free time now!"
Without rebuttal, Carson pushed himself away from the wall, and
walked the mere couple of feet it took to get directly into Rodney's
space. After a moment's thought, he leaned forward and pressed his
lips against Rodney's.
"I - I - What was that?" Rodney asked when Carson pulled
away, walking back to the spot he was previously occupying with
a smug look on his face.
"It was a kiss, Rodney."
"You - I - We - You kissed me!"
"Yes. I do believe we just established that."
"But... I - Why - Why did you kiss me?"
"You need to calm down, and nothing else seemed to work."
"Do I look calm now?"
Rodney thought for a moment, and then shrugged his left shoulder,
as he walked to where Carson was standing. "Oh... Move over
Together they waited quietly for the help that Carson believed