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PostPosted: Wed Oct 07, 2015 8:46 am 
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Carson nodded in acknowledgment of Caleb's comment on zombies. That scenario didn't even bear thinking about, and was precisely why he hadn't dared to test it on anything more than mice at the moment. He was close, he knew that, but it would take time and dedication to perfect the gene therapy to the point where the side effects would be minimal.

"Oh, shut up, Rodney," he muttered again, pottering around and gathering what he would need to clean up the wound. Just for giggles, he added the stapler to the tray.

Carson tossed a long-suffering look at Caleb. "Son, I don't think counselling would be enough for Doctor McKay here," he said, nodding to Rodney, then to a spare stool. "Sit down, Rodney." He turned back to Caleb as he placed the tray down. "This man would be enough to drive the counsellor quite mad. He wouldn't need any help from me."


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PostPosted: Thu Oct 08, 2015 6:56 am 
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Rodney rolled his eyes as he stayed put, seated next to Carson's desk. He huffed a little but couldn't actually argue about driving a therapist crazy. He didn't like shrinks. Regular medical doctors were bad enough.

"I don't think I'm Carson's type anyway," Rodney replied with a dismissive wave of his good hand. He waited until Carson was actually over next to him. He snorted at the stapler but knew the doctor was too noble to use it. But on the safe side he turned so his hand was in Carson's care and he couldn't see it as he faced Caleb. "So, what missions are you here for? You been at the SGC very long? I need you to distract me. And if the therapist comment holds any weight, I should be working on my 'people skills'. Though I honestly don't see much of a point. I spend most of my day alone or scaring my minions into doing the menial work and correcting the things they've managed to mangle."


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PostPosted: Fri Oct 09, 2015 8:37 am 
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There was something about what the Doctor had said about McKay driving a counsiller mad that somehow Caleb could believe. So far McKay had interrupted the meeting, demanded to be stitched up and then in a near enough 180degree turn then asked how long he himself had been there. It was a good job Caleb was quite good at keeping up with people changing subjects so fast, otherwise he was pretty sure he'd have an headache by now.

“Been here a year,” Caleb answered, watching as the Doctor set about sorting out the mangled hand. “No specific mission am afraid, brought in as a Weapons Specialist get used mostly as an Engineer.”

He wasn't upset about that, actually he quite liked getting used more as a Engineer than the Weapons Specialist half the time, at least then that way he got to see more of the base at times than the armoury or labs. It was interesting and not something he was willing to complain about.

“You could let your 'minions' fix there own problems, they'd probably learn better that way.” Not that he was trying to encourage McKay in calling the other staff minions of course, although Caleb was pretty sure if he got called anything like that, he would just laugh. There were after all worse things to be called.


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PostPosted: Fri Oct 09, 2015 9:37 am 
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McKay seemed to go into himself then, as he so often did when medical attention was required. He was nothing more than a big baby, a thought which brought with it a mental image that made Carson chuckle to himself.

He almost felt sorry for Caleb, now having the irascible physicist's attention turned on him, and Carson quickly got to work. The cut wasn't serious at all, and if there were any naquadah fragments in the cut, they were so small as to be almost invisible. Taking a bottle of saline solution, Carson held the wound open a little with careful fingers.

"This is going to sting, Rodney," he said, not giving the man a chance to protest before squirting a plentiful amount of saline into the cut. That would wash out anything still in the wound, and, from there, it would need a few simple sutures to ensure rapid healing. Of course, that would depend on McKay doing as he was told with regards to what he could and couldn't do with it, and that was about as likely as a sudden total eclipse of the sun.

"Ready for the staples, Rodney," he asked, Carson's voice innocent as he picked up the stapler and brandished it, a smile of mischief given to Caleb.


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PostPosted: Sat Oct 10, 2015 9:13 pm 
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Rodney rolled his eyes at the comment but managed to calm his breathing again. He'd managed to keep from making much noise; concentrating on the conversation and man before him, and hadn't moved.

"It's not that bad. I'm fine with what you're doing. After all, you're the best around... And haha on the staples joke," Rodney replied, only looking back at the doctor once. "I'd let the minions do more of their own work... but some of that has to deal with sensitive systems. I let them fail when I can. You don't know something is wrong until you try it out. Right? And most of them do learn. Except for Kavanaugh. But nobody likes him. He's an idiot. And I don't know how he even managed to get stationed here. Let alone live as long as he has. And not been fired for sent off to some place where no one has to interact with him and he can work on blowing himself up at his leisure."

Rodney took a breath and tried to remember that he didn't need to complain about Kavanaugh. Even if he did manage to get on everyone's nerves. And none of his theories ever seemed to hold up. He mentally shook himself and moved on to other parts of the conversation. The distraction seemed to be helping. "So, a year? Not bad. Did you get thrown in head first? Or did you actually work your way sideways into here? Lot of people did it the second way. Finding equations that work for the Gate but need the person that came up with them on hand. Getting strange medical issues to have to deal with and needing to get the government's permission to continue that work. Saving some military or political big shot from something that's not of Earth. Not saying you're not smart enough! Nah," he waved his free hand a little before returning it to the chair. "But that's the general nature of these kinds of situations. You have to stumble into one tiny; or not so tiny, bit of information that doesn't sit right... and then you follow it. And going down the rabbit hole can lead to wondrous new ideas." He waggled his eyebrows slightly, hoping the joke/reference to 'Alice in Wonderland' would go over well. Joking was something he was trying to work on. And it was supposed to make him more personable.


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PostPosted: Sun Oct 11, 2015 7:41 pm 
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Caleb was impressed, even as the guy was having his hand stitched up the ability to talk as much as McKay did was impressive. Although he had never actually met this Kavanaugh that was spoken of, the base was pretty big he hadn't met everyone yet, so he couldn't make a comment on the man's competence. He had met people like that though, the ones that constantly seemed to do nothing but mistake after mistake and somehow still ended up not only staying alive but also keeping their jobs. One of the wonders of the universe he supposed.

"There was no chasing a white rabbit down a hole for me am afraid," he admitted, getting exactly what McKay was trying to say. "Am a weapons specialist, you got a broken weapon system I was the guy most folks called. Ended up making a few modifications to a guidance system, next thing I know am signing on a dotted line and being shown around this place." There was actually a little bit more to it than that, but although he knew they all had a fairly high standard of clearance between them, he didn't want to share everything. "Base is pretty good and so much bigger than a Submarine."

Caleb knew that most people forgot that he actually had worked most of his military life on a Submarine, everyone knew that he was Navy, it was pretty much plastered across everything with his name and rank on it. But most people forgot it was an actual submarine he had worked on for months at a time, he supposed that was why the idea of taking the one way trip to Atlantis didn't strike him as very daunting and why he had followed his nose down to this lab to get tested.


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PostPosted: Mon Oct 12, 2015 7:38 pm 
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Carson twitched up an eyebrow at McKay. He would be making a perfectly valid decision if he did use staples on the confounded man's hand, given the siting of the wound. It would also be quicker than suturing, but it wouldn't be worth the whining and complaining from McKay.

One day, one day...

He placed the stapler down, instead picking up needle and fine filament thread, along with a pair of tweezers, and arched his eyebrows upwards. "Are you sure you're read for this, Rodney?" It was going to hurt like hell without the benefit of a local anaesthetic. He shot a grin to Caleb.

"You might want to step back, lad, in case he tried to squeeze your hand!"


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PostPosted: Tue Oct 13, 2015 12:53 am 
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Rodney huffed out a laugh as Caleb got the reference. He was glad someone was enjoying his humor.

"I'll be fine. It can't hurt worse than the glass I had to pick out last week because some idiot in the lab decided to leave highly breakable materials lying around the lab. And managed to get some of the broken glass right next to my workstation. Didn't leave a sign out or anything. Just left broken glass and easily broken glass next to my laptop over night!" Rodney huffed in indignation as he related the story to both men. He focused on Caleb since he wasn't the one suturing the hand, and was actually listening to him. Unlike Carson and his strange sense of humor. He had to assume it was humor. Otherwise, why wold the Scottish doctor be irritated with him? He was being good, damnit!

"No one will own up to it. I'm betting it was Kavanaugh that did it. He's the one that's usually responsible for errors and messes. And of course according to him, he's innocent and wrongly accused. But he was just a little too quick on the uptake for 'it wasn't me' when he came in the lab that morning. Lucky for me, Miki? No, that's not right. Muki? Not that's wrong too..." he paused for a moment as he wracked his brain for the answer that was just barely eluding him. He groaned as the needle went into his hand and Carson started the stitches. Luckily it wasn't worse than the glass incident, and he was a little numb from the antiseptic and work Carson had already done on his hand. He was pretty sure his brain just couldn't handle any more input from that appendage for the moment. Which was good. He really didn't want to cry or whine. He'd really been working on that. Taking what other people had been saying about him and trying to improve himself.

"Miko!" Rodney practically yelled, just barely managing to reign in the sound as Carson hit a particularly sensitive spot. "Damn, that hurt. But her name is Miko. I always forget, but she's a good assistant. I'm not sure, but I think she likes me. I do try and remember her name. It's not really my fault that names don't stick with me all that well. I'm better with faces. And machines. But I digress. Miko came in just after me, but Kavanaugh managed to come in later than usual. And the first words out of his mouth were 'it wasn't me'. Suspicious, don't you think? I think so..." He paused to breath and let Caleb or Carson speak. He knew he was rambling, but it was how you made friends, right?


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PostPosted: Tue Oct 13, 2015 2:05 pm 
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Caleb couldn't help laughing slightly at the Doctor, he'd had worse things done to him by someone in the Doctors chair than a little hand squeezing at times, it's surprising how many sailors at sea actually want someone with them at times once injured. Especially if injured badly, not that there was a lot of them times, but it did come up occasionally, thankfully he himself hadn't had one of them. Sure he'd had the odd bad bruise, torn a muscle here or there especially in his early working days when although physically fit he wasn't quite up to scratch.

"You do know the SGC is equipped with cameras, you could just literally look it up," Caleb answered, when McKay started guessing who it was that supposedly left a load of broken glass on a table. Honestly what was the man working with that meant he had to have glass in the lab, even Caleb didn't work with glass and he was a weapons specialist for gods sake.

"Yeah very highly suspicious, that that was the first thing that was said," he replied, after all what did he comment to that? He didn't know McKay that well, and he definitely didn't know this Kavanaugh character so he didn't want to be making any comments and then he somehow found himself in a sticky situation.


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PostPosted: Tue Oct 13, 2015 3:17 pm 
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It didn't take much for McKay to go off on one of his rants. Carson had heard it all before, though. He got a bee in his bonnet about the tiniest thing, and made sure that all and sundry were aware of his discomfiture. It made for interesting times, that was for sure.

Carson let Rodney's ranting roll over him as he placed the first suture, chuckling as Rodney winced when the needle went in. "You mean the tiny little scratch that didn't even need a Band-Aid, Rodney," he replied, a knowing smirk on his face. Rodney was interested in retribution for something that had likely been a simple accident, and, knowing the Canadian, he would probably get revenge on anyone and everyone other than the actual perpetrator.

Another suture, another whimper of pain. "You really should have gone to the infirmary for this, Rodney," he sighed, tying off another stitch. "When we're in Atlantis, you're going to have to see who's available, no matter how much you would rather pick and choose." Carson gave Caleb an apologetic smile. "See what you're going to have to put up with if you accept the place?"


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