physicists do it with charm
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mimesereHee. I love terrible puns.
Oh, SGA. Once upon a time I loved you.
Maybe the most frustrating part of the whole thing is that without Zelenka, there's no one to talk to. There's Sheppard, of course, and Carson, but they have their own ghosts to deal with and, anyway, they're more likely to ask when Rodney will have everything fixed than to help him fix it. So mostly there's no one to talk to and, to his absolute shock, it turns out that Rodney misses it. He can count on one hand the number of people who are not only able but willing to talk to him for longer than twenty minutes at a time; it goes up to maybe seven or eight if he adds in the people who are forced to talk to him because otherwise the world would end. Rodney's pretty sure they don't really count, but it seems a little pathetic otherwise so he adds them on and pretends that has to can be the same as wants to.
But the point is that Rodney has gotten used to having Zelenka around and now he's gone and Rodney's reminded pretty sharply of why he doesn't usually bother with other people. The ratio of risk to reward is just skewed enough to make Rodney dismiss the whole thing as a bad idea. So, okay, he's *angry*. He is completely angry that Zelenka managed to not only sneak his way into Rodney's awareness enough that he matters, but that he managed to get himself lost so that Rodney has to spend, oh, at least a tenth of his time worried that Zelenka's managed to get himself killed because Rodney's not there to save the day and damn him anyway, the rotten Czech bastard.
And while he's at it: damn Elizabeth and Teyla and Simpson and Kavanagh (Rodney damns him twice, just for good measure) and that one Athosian kid who's forever hanging around the labs and getting in the way. Oh, oh, and the cook. And Laura Cadman. Rodney damns every one of them and hopes that wherever they are, they're having as good a time as he is, which is to say none at all.
*
At first, Radek had thought it odd that almost every scientist chosen for the Atlantis expedition could double as an engineer. But then, he thought, he could play at physics and not embarrass himself, so perhaps it was not as much of a surprise as it could have been. Besides, it was better to have redundancy than not to and so he didn't think too much on the subject, caught up as he was in familiarizing himself with the Antarctic outpost.
Engineering was secondary for them, of course; they had come to another galaxy to ask why and to find answers to questions that, frankly, Radek found a little dull. But they *could* and that was, in itself, odd enough for him to notice. And of course, there were those like Kavanagh, who had the ability and largely chose to ignore it in favor of pure science -- as if there were some disgrace in making a thing work -- but Radek had spent a lifetime ignoring those who thought that engineering was an occupation for second-rate minds. What if he had no patience for the asking of why? He had patience enough to ask *how* and that had always been enough.
Oh, SGA. Once upon a time I loved you.
Maybe the most frustrating part of the whole thing is that without Zelenka, there's no one to talk to. There's Sheppard, of course, and Carson, but they have their own ghosts to deal with and, anyway, they're more likely to ask when Rodney will have everything fixed than to help him fix it. So mostly there's no one to talk to and, to his absolute shock, it turns out that Rodney misses it. He can count on one hand the number of people who are not only able but willing to talk to him for longer than twenty minutes at a time; it goes up to maybe seven or eight if he adds in the people who are forced to talk to him because otherwise the world would end. Rodney's pretty sure they don't really count, but it seems a little pathetic otherwise so he adds them on and pretends that has to can be the same as wants to.
But the point is that Rodney has gotten used to having Zelenka around and now he's gone and Rodney's reminded pretty sharply of why he doesn't usually bother with other people. The ratio of risk to reward is just skewed enough to make Rodney dismiss the whole thing as a bad idea. So, okay, he's *angry*. He is completely angry that Zelenka managed to not only sneak his way into Rodney's awareness enough that he matters, but that he managed to get himself lost so that Rodney has to spend, oh, at least a tenth of his time worried that Zelenka's managed to get himself killed because Rodney's not there to save the day and damn him anyway, the rotten Czech bastard.
And while he's at it: damn Elizabeth and Teyla and Simpson and Kavanagh (Rodney damns him twice, just for good measure) and that one Athosian kid who's forever hanging around the labs and getting in the way. Oh, oh, and the cook. And Laura Cadman. Rodney damns every one of them and hopes that wherever they are, they're having as good a time as he is, which is to say none at all.
*
At first, Radek had thought it odd that almost every scientist chosen for the Atlantis expedition could double as an engineer. But then, he thought, he could play at physics and not embarrass himself, so perhaps it was not as much of a surprise as it could have been. Besides, it was better to have redundancy than not to and so he didn't think too much on the subject, caught up as he was in familiarizing himself with the Antarctic outpost.
Engineering was secondary for them, of course; they had come to another galaxy to ask why and to find answers to questions that, frankly, Radek found a little dull. But they *could* and that was, in itself, odd enough for him to notice. And of course, there were those like Kavanagh, who had the ability and largely chose to ignore it in favor of pure science -- as if there were some disgrace in making a thing work -- but Radek had spent a lifetime ignoring those who thought that engineering was an occupation for second-rate minds. What if he had no patience for the asking of why? He had patience enough to ask *how* and that had always been enough.
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lovely, lovely
Date: 2007-06-30 07:04 pm (UTC)Re: lovely, lovely
Date: 2007-07-01 04:25 am (UTC)But now it is three paragraphs of science nerdery. Woe.
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Date: 2007-07-01 04:01 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-07-01 04:25 am (UTC)Oh, *Zelenka*. He is still so my favorite.
Aaaugh!
Date: 2007-07-01 07:43 pm (UTC)You should write the rest of this story, or at least do a detailed outline.
Re: Aaaugh!
Date: 2007-07-01 11:27 pm (UTC)and it is all tragedy! angst! woe! and a scene where Sheppard and Mckay are in the lab in their dimension and Zelenka and Weir are in the same lab in dimension 1.1 and McKay and Zelenka are finishing each other's sentences in entirely different dimensions without actually talking to each other and somehow it all gets fixed and everyone gets reunited and McKay just sort of stares at Zelenka for a while and then he goes and hugs him while Zelenka does o_O face over his shoulder and then McKay pulls back and is like, "Right, well, don't do that again." and he wanders off.
That was the story in my head. There was another one with the hive mind and the bee people, but that was slightly less developed.
Re: Aaaugh!
Date: 2007-07-01 11:43 pm (UTC)And I am amused by your crush on physics, because it is a constant.
Re: Aaaugh!
Date: 2007-07-02 12:49 am (UTC)also, psst, I put up a picspam for you. Well, a piscpam designed primarily to try to pimp you into bandom, but still.
*mwah*