After more reports of Noa-sightings in places she couldn’t have gotten to on her own, Rodney set out to find Carson to check on the results of her exams. She wasn’t small enough to sneak in behind a person entering a closed room without that person knowing about it. He’d checked the usual places: the lab, Carson’s office, Carson’s room..even that spot he liked out by the west pier. Eventually, he headed back to the control room.
“Elizabeth?”
She looked up from the monitor she was examining.
“Something I can help you with, Rodney?”
“I’m looking for Carson. Have you seen him?”
Shaking her head, she said, “Not for a while. He’s not in his lab?”
“I’ve looked everwhere.” A yip at his feet caused him to look down. Once she had his attention, Noa ran for the nearest exit.
Looking up to Elizabeth and shrugging, Rodney said, “I’ll suppose I’ll see if Lassie can find him. It’ll keep her away from my computers, if nothing else.”
He heard laughter behind him and smiled in spite of himself. She’d actually been getting better about chewing on computer equipment. She was still chewing on Caldwell’s shoes every time he was on Atlantis, but that was Caldwell.
About ten minutes later, he was standing in front of the recently-dubbed “Entertainment Room”. Game consoles and a DVD/VCR combo had been hooked up to one of the city’s monitors and various chairs and couches were strewn across the room. Noa walked quietly up to one of the couches and looked up at Rodney. Following, Rodney looked down and saw Carson. Snoring softly, the man looked perfectly content. Afraid to wake him, Rodney carefully sat down, leaning his back against the edge of the couch and shifting slightly to get comfortable. Noa took this as her cue to lie down as well, head on top of Rodney’s stomach. Taking the remote that had fallen on the floor, he restarted the movie.
Two hours later, he started to get up, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him.
“We could watch another if you want.”
Rodney turned his head and gave a mock glare. “How long have you been awake?”
“Long enough,” Carson said, pointedly looking down at Noa and the hand absently scratching her head. Rodney followed the look down and flushed guiltily, glad for the dark room.
“Fine, I’m a softie at heart. Happy?” He didn’t dare look back, but he heard the laughter behind Carson’s reply.
“Just put on another movie, Rodney. We’ll go get dinner when it’s done.”
“Ooh, dinner and a movie, Carson. You’ll give me the wrong idea.”
“Rodney,” Carson said, a warning in his voice. Wearing a self-satisfied smile, Rodney hit the disk changer to put on another movie and settled back down into his seat, warm hand still on his shoulder and warm head on his stomach.
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