Rising Above
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Category:
Stargate: SG-1 › Stargate Atlantis
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
3,317
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Stargate Atlantis, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter One
Author's Note: Rodney's children are the same ones from the child-planet from season one. They were the little guards who accompanied McKay and Ford back to the ancient device.
Rodney was shown the room that would be his during his stay at Cheyenne Mountain. There was a large bed, side tables, posters of jet fighters on the cement wall, and a phone.
“The facilities are down the hall and to the right. Feel free, sir, to use the phone,” said the airman assigned to him.
“Where am I supposed to work?” asked Rodney. There was no desk.
“I have been told, sir, that you will be shown Doctor Carter’s lab after contact with Abeydos has been made at sixteen hundred hours. Until then, make yourself comfortable.”
“Right, thank you.”
The airman left the room and closed the door.
Rodney went to the phone next to the bed. Should he call his wife? Tell her that he had the job? Tell her that his new male boss had just hit on him? Shit, just let her know that your alive and have a good job.
Rodney dialed home. Four rings. “Hello?”
“Hi, yeah, I need to speak with Mrs. McKay in apartment #12.”
The gruff voice on the other line said, “By making this phone call, you understand that Mrs. McKay will be billed ten dollars every minute?”
“Yes, yes, yes. Just put her on the phone.”
“Please hold.”
Rodney fidgeted with his hands as the man took his time connecting him to the apartment. There was a click and then a ring.
“Hello?” It was his wife’s beautiful, gentle voice.
Rodney heard the small, faint voices of his son and daughter in the background. “Is it Daddy, is it Daddy?”
“Kate, it’s me. I have the greatest news!”
“Rodney, what are you doing calling us. You know we can’t afford it.”
“We can now, Kate. I got the job.”
“Oh, thank God, Rodney. Thank God! If you hadn’t, I don’t know what we would have done.”
“There’s more. They gave me US citizenship.”
“But, Rodney, that takes months.”
“I know, I know. These people have more money than they know what to do with. And they like my theory on wormholes.”
“Oh Rodney, are you sure this is what you want to do. All of this sounds really good, but even I know that your theory doesn’t work, and I am a botanist. If these people are who they claim to be, they should know that.”
“I know how it sounds, but I have my citizenship and $160,000 a year.”
“A hundred and – Oh my God, Rodney! I can’t believe it. I knew it paid well, but I never expected –”
“I know, I know. Isn’t it great? Kate, I want you to take the money from the mattress and the broken toilet and buy yourself and the kids a good meal tonight. I’m going to wire my first pay check to you on the second of the month. You should have more than enough until then.”
“God, Rodney, I’m so happy.” She was obviously crying. “We’ll write to you everyday. I’m going to put Cleya on the phone, then you better go. I love you so much!”
“I love you, too.”
“Daddy?”
“Hi, honey.”
“Daddy, Mommy is crying.”
“I know, honey. It’s because she’s happy that I got the job in Colorado.”
“When are you coming home? I miss you.”
“I know Teddy Bear, but I have work to do out here. We might be moving here to Colorado. You would love it here, honey. There are so many trees and the air is so clean.”
Cleya spoke way from the speaker, “Mommy, Daddy says that we’re moving to Colorado.”
Rodney said, “I want you to think about that and draw some pictures with your brother for Mommy to send to me. I love you, Teddy Bear.”
“I love you too, Daddy.”
“Bye, honey.”
“Bye. I’ll start drawing right now. Bye!”
Overwhelming joy overcame Rodney, and choking sobs wracked his too thin form.
He would buy them a house with a yard. Buy a car. Have enough food for left-overs every night. Casta and Cleya would never have to stand in the Disease Control line for vitamin shots again. If only he could shove his good luck in the face of that weasel, Kavanagh. Then Rodney McKay began to think back to his time at the University of Washington.
Rodney was shown the room that would be his during his stay at Cheyenne Mountain. There was a large bed, side tables, posters of jet fighters on the cement wall, and a phone.
“The facilities are down the hall and to the right. Feel free, sir, to use the phone,” said the airman assigned to him.
“Where am I supposed to work?” asked Rodney. There was no desk.
“I have been told, sir, that you will be shown Doctor Carter’s lab after contact with Abeydos has been made at sixteen hundred hours. Until then, make yourself comfortable.”
“Right, thank you.”
The airman left the room and closed the door.
Rodney went to the phone next to the bed. Should he call his wife? Tell her that he had the job? Tell her that his new male boss had just hit on him? Shit, just let her know that your alive and have a good job.
Rodney dialed home. Four rings. “Hello?”
“Hi, yeah, I need to speak with Mrs. McKay in apartment #12.”
The gruff voice on the other line said, “By making this phone call, you understand that Mrs. McKay will be billed ten dollars every minute?”
“Yes, yes, yes. Just put her on the phone.”
“Please hold.”
Rodney fidgeted with his hands as the man took his time connecting him to the apartment. There was a click and then a ring.
“Hello?” It was his wife’s beautiful, gentle voice.
Rodney heard the small, faint voices of his son and daughter in the background. “Is it Daddy, is it Daddy?”
“Kate, it’s me. I have the greatest news!”
“Rodney, what are you doing calling us. You know we can’t afford it.”
“We can now, Kate. I got the job.”
“Oh, thank God, Rodney. Thank God! If you hadn’t, I don’t know what we would have done.”
“There’s more. They gave me US citizenship.”
“But, Rodney, that takes months.”
“I know, I know. These people have more money than they know what to do with. And they like my theory on wormholes.”
“Oh Rodney, are you sure this is what you want to do. All of this sounds really good, but even I know that your theory doesn’t work, and I am a botanist. If these people are who they claim to be, they should know that.”
“I know how it sounds, but I have my citizenship and $160,000 a year.”
“A hundred and – Oh my God, Rodney! I can’t believe it. I knew it paid well, but I never expected –”
“I know, I know. Isn’t it great? Kate, I want you to take the money from the mattress and the broken toilet and buy yourself and the kids a good meal tonight. I’m going to wire my first pay check to you on the second of the month. You should have more than enough until then.”
“God, Rodney, I’m so happy.” She was obviously crying. “We’ll write to you everyday. I’m going to put Cleya on the phone, then you better go. I love you so much!”
“I love you, too.”
“Daddy?”
“Hi, honey.”
“Daddy, Mommy is crying.”
“I know, honey. It’s because she’s happy that I got the job in Colorado.”
“When are you coming home? I miss you.”
“I know Teddy Bear, but I have work to do out here. We might be moving here to Colorado. You would love it here, honey. There are so many trees and the air is so clean.”
Cleya spoke way from the speaker, “Mommy, Daddy says that we’re moving to Colorado.”
Rodney said, “I want you to think about that and draw some pictures with your brother for Mommy to send to me. I love you, Teddy Bear.”
“I love you too, Daddy.”
“Bye, honey.”
“Bye. I’ll start drawing right now. Bye!”
Overwhelming joy overcame Rodney, and choking sobs wracked his too thin form.
He would buy them a house with a yard. Buy a car. Have enough food for left-overs every night. Casta and Cleya would never have to stand in the Disease Control line for vitamin shots again. If only he could shove his good luck in the face of that weasel, Kavanagh. Then Rodney McKay began to think back to his time at the University of Washington.