Category: Friendship. Humour.
Summary: Set a little
while after Search & Rescue. Rodney and Teyla conversation, where
Rodney complains, Teyla gets annoyed and Rodney gets embarrassed.
Thank you to Jayne Perry for the beta-reading.
By Leesa Perrie
"I still can't believe you named him Torren John,"
Rodney griped, and not for the first time. Nor for the last time
either, she knew. He was known to plough over old furrows many
times before leaving the field to rest. He was still uttering the
odd complaint about John shooting him all that time ago, though perhaps
John deserved it. He was known to make passing references to
Doranda even now.
"If I should have another child, I shall name him after you." She
resisted the urge to hit Rodney with something. It was not her
normal reaction to his complaints, but she had been feeling a little...
less forgiving of late. She put it down to a lack of sleep,
courtesy of the now sleeping bundle in her arms.
"But what if you have a girl? You can hardly call her Rodney!"
"Then I shall name her Meredith," she said in exasperation, though at Rodney's scowl she relented. "Or not."
"Humph." He did not look particularly mollified.
"What is it that you want?" she asked archly. He had arrived at
her door just as she had been about to put Torren in his cot, and had
apparently been sidetracked by the name of her son.
"Oh," he said, startled out of his thoughts. "Um, well..." He
shifted nervously, eyes darting from side to side, before settling on
her. "Jeannie sent you something - it arrived on the
Daedalus yesterday with strict instructions to give it to you.
I'll never hear the end of it if I don't."
Teyla smiled. She was touched that Jeannie had gone to the
trouble of sending something for Torren. She would have to make
sure she sent a note of thankfulness to her.
It was also amusing to see Rodney fidgeting awkwardly before her, with a large paper bag in his hands.
"So, er, here it is then," he said quickly, grabbing a box from the bag
and thrusting it at her, only to realise she had her hands full.
She moved Torren in her arms so as to free up one of her hands, and Rodney gratefully gave her the boxed object.
"What is it?" she asked.
"Oh, erm, um... it's a..." Rodney stammered, looking flustered and
embarrassed, his ears pinking. "You know, maybe you should ask
Jennifer. I, er, have important to work to do, so I'll be on my
way." He smiled awkwardly and left, quickly, leaving her with the
box in one hand and Torren in the other.
Slightly stunned by his fast flight, she looked at the words on the
box. Understanding at last, she rolled her eyes and muttered an
exasperation, "men!" under her breath. Really, the Earthers could
be quite ridiculously prudish at times, she thought as she walked over
to her desk and placed the box down. It was a useful tool and
necessary for when she needed to be away from Torren for a few hours,
or longer if she decided to rejoin the team, and was a well-thought out
present from Jeannie.
Placing Torren in his crib, grateful that he did not awaken this time, she sat at her desk and started a letter of thankfulness.
Thank you for the breast pump, it will be most useful...