Igigi

[lit_gal]

It's Abby's turn to give the scientists the "Welcome to Pegasus" speech. Lorne has never seen Rodney do it this way




Evan Lorne wandered onto the control level of the Gate room where he could hopefully get a little peek at the new science recruits. The colonel had given him permission to zat anyone who looked like he might try to strangle Rodney as the man attempted his version of welcoming them, which usually came down to less welcome and more threats, complete with color pictures of dead people and all the ways the city tended to kill those who were too stupid to live.

Even from the balcony above the main room, he could see the official Powerpoint presentation of death. Evan suspected that the SGC showed recruits the pictures ahead of time because there used to be a lot more people who were vomiting at this point. Hell, even the soldiers normally got a little green around the gills at the idea of having your brain liquefied from the inside by nano-thingies. That wasn’t something you could fight.

When Evan leaned over the rail, he was shocked to see Abby Scuito standing near the gate, projecting her images onto the wall.

She clicked it off and then typed something into her laptop and the room grew brighter. “Any questions?” she asked. Most of the room was too stunned to say anything.

“Great. Now we’re moving on to the important things. First, I know that most of you had graduate assistants. You made them do your paperwork. You made them grade and file things and write the boring parts of your grants. And then the university administration told you that you absolutely couldn’t have graduate assistants work on the form-whatevers, so you went to your graduate students and told them to do the form-whatevers and not tell administration. And then you bribed them with Caf-Pow and chocolate. You are all experts in doing no paperwork.”

Abby was pacing along the front of the room. If someone dialed in, she would have to jump out of the way, but right now she had the Stargate behind her and it meant that all the eyes were on her.

“Now Rodney doesn’t know this because he’s bad with people. That’s Rodney McKay for anyone who doesn’t know him, and no one else is allowed to insult him because Rodney is all sorts of awesome, but saying he’s bad with people is a little like saying that Colonel Sheppard has cowlicks. It’s too obvious to be an insult. Now because he’s bad with people, it’s never occurred to him to bribe them to do his work. It has occurred to me. I have been bribed and I have been the briber. And let me tell you, there will be no bribing anywhere on Atlantis.

“Everyone does his or her own paperwork. Rodney does his own paperwork. Radek does his own paperwork. And you will do your own paperwork. You will not fail to log where a sample came from only to find out that we could have a potential cure for cancer only you were too lazy to write down which planet it came from. You will not shove a sample in the back of the storeroom only to later find that that planet has a great source of naquadah and you were too lazy to do the required tests before filing it away. If I find abandoned samples, I will hunt down every fingerprint, every speck of DNA, until I know every person who ever breathed on that sample. And when I find you, you will suffer.

“If my paperwork isn’t important enough for you, then your paperwork is not important to me. I will delete every grant request, every personnel evaluation, every materials application and vacation request and every other document that you have ever filed.”

Okay, Evan could officially call this the least appropriate science meeting he had ever attended. Normally Rodney just threatened them with death, which a person could argue was hyperbole. Evan was almost positive that Abby meant every word she said. The scientists started to mutter unhappily, and Evan braced himself for the rush of protests and flood of people up to Dr. Weir’s office to file complaints.

Weirdly, it didn’t happen. After several minutes of whispers and shifting, the scientists all settled back down. Abby had been leaning against the Stargate, but now she started up again.

“Next. You do not treat anyone as your personal whipping boy-slash-grunt. Yes, we have Hoff who are city workers. We have welders and electricians and plumbers and none of them will do your work for you. If you are assigned to repair a system, that means you repair it. If one of the Hoff were going to repair it, Radek would have told them to go with you. So if you don’t have a worker, you don’t get to chase one down and take them with you. All Hoff are Radek’s minions, not yours. And if Radek is busy, they are Rodney’s minions, and if you try to turn them into your minions, badness will follow. None of you have minions. You are minionless. And you are not to turn soldiers into minions under any circumstances.”

Evan caught the eye of one of the Marines standing guard. Yeah, they both appreciated that. Evan could not count the number of times he had to rescue some poor airman or private from the clutches of a scientist.

Abby just seemed to be getting started, though. She got even louder as he told them, “Every member of the armed forces in this city was chosen because of their special forces training and off world experience. This is the most prepared, most battle ready and impressive fighting force the world has. You have a Japanese soldier descended from a Samurai. You have an officer who was cut off from reinforcements and single-handedly killed over sixty of the enemy. By himself. While rescuing two members of the city command staff. If you order anyone in this city to carry your boxes, I will hunt you down and let the Marines use you for targets, and if I’m in a good mood, I might tell them they have to use zats or paint guns instead of real weapons.”

Evan cringed. Oh that was not going to go over well. He appreciated the effort, but SGC scientists were just sort of programmed to treat the military like well-armed pack mules. Hell, General Hammond had encouraged the military to put up with every indignity because it was the only way to keep valuable scientists in the program. They couldn’t openly publish, they weren’t getting the sort of pay people in private industry got, and they were regularly shot at. Appealing to their ego and making them feel valued was the only way to keep some of them.

Sure enough, one of the scientists stepped forward. “Who the hell are you to tell me how to treat people?”

“Someone who knows more than you,” Abby shot back. “And if you didn’t listen to me introduce myself, that’s just too bad because I don’t repeat myself. I just take revenge on people who don’t listen.”

“I want to talk to your supervisor. Where’s McKay?” The guy started turning in circles, and Lorne vaguely recognized him from the SGC. He’d been one of the worst for pointing to things and ordering them moved about. Evan had once heard his team suggest that if the man got Goa’ulded, they’d all have trouble telling. Hell, McKay was cut from the same cloth. He was always telling his team what to do, and Sheppard had the same ‘put up with it’ attitude as most of the SGC people. Evan wondered if he could get Abby to repeat this whole speech for McKay.

Abby started laughing. “Do you really think he’s going to side with you?” she demanded. “Okay, short cheat sheet. I’m Mom. I’ll help you with anything that you’re stuck on, and I won’t even make fun of you. Now like all mothers, I reserve the right to ground you until your hair turns gray if you screw up, but I’ll still love you. But Rodney is Dad. And he’s the ‘wait until your father gets home’ Dad. He’ll scream and rant and tell you all about how you’re the biggest disappointment in the world. Anyone who wants to complain to Rodney had better be prepared to be called an idiot because complaining to him is an idiotic thing to do. Rodney has no patience for stupid.”

“I’m not listening to this.” The man turned around and started to walk off. One of the guards stepped in to block him.

“I’m sorry, sir, but no one is allowed to leave the Gate area without finishing the orientation speech.”

“Get out of my way.”

“No, sir, I will not.” The sergeant reached out to block the guy from reaching the exit. Evan couldn’t put his finger on why he thought it, but it did seem the sergeant was enjoying the chance to refuse the mouthy scientist’s order.

“Doctor,” Evan said loudly, “perhaps you would like to come up here and speak with Dr. Weir.”

The man turned around and looked up to where Evan stood.

“Yes. I would. At least one person around here has some common sense.” He charged up the stairs with the sort of fury Evan normally associated with Rodney after someone had done something so dumb that everyone could understand the depth of the stupidity.

“This way,” Evan said, guiding him toward Dr. Weir’s office. She normally had a line of people with complaints, and at least half of those would go home by the end of the day. Evan figured this guy was about to buy himself a one-way ticket off Atlantis. Behind him, he could hear Abby explain how Radek was the crazy uncle who would call you an idiot, but at least he would do it in private, sparing you the horror of having Dad Rodney question your genetics in publicly.

Evan dropped Dr. Windbag off and headed back to the balcony in time to hear Abby telling them to always listen to their military people.

"If they tell you to jump, you jump. If they tell you hop on one leg and spread chicken feathers, you do it!"

Evan hadn't expected that. Several of the new scientists turned and glared at him as if he was about to give that order. Sadly, this was still going better than it normally did with McKay. No wonder the colonel tended to avoid the Welcome to Pegasus, Science Edition. The military version was both shorter and more entertaining. Welcome to Pegasus. Do not touch anything. Do not go anywhere where the lights aren't on. Don't turn on the lights. Be prepared to throw yourself between danger and any random scientists. Don't fuck up. Actually, that might have been the exact transcript of Sheppard's last speech. He didn't go for all the patriotism and brave new frontiers grandness Ellis had lectured about.

Abby continued without a pause. "And if they tell you something that you know will likely lead to something blowing up, you tell them it will blow them up, and then you come and get McKay. And if they tell you to do something that's just normal-dumb, especially if you're in the field, then you do the dumb thing, and then you come and you get me or McKay or Radek and you tell us. And maybe the dumb thing had a really good reason that the soldiers just didn't explain well."

Evan had to admit that sometimes happened. Trying to explain foot care to a botanist was like trying to distract a butterfly long enough to get it to put on a tac vest. Evan knew that first hand.

"And maybe the soldier was just being stupid. In that case, we tell McKay. He will then track that soldier down and explain in the loudest, most excruciating detail possible exactly how stupid the soldier is being. He will go to the lunch room and tell everyone in a loud voice that the Marines remove brain cells during basic training. He will publicly mock the idiot. He will berate him. He will compare his intelligence to inanimate objects in a way that even the inanimate objects will take offense at. Evan, am I wrong?" Abby turned to him with a sweet expression that did not match reality. The reality was that she was McKay's twin, separated at birth and taught to hide her teeth under a layer of smiles.

"Um, pretty much," Evan agreed. He really didn't want to get dragged into this.

"Of course I'm right," she said. And again, Evan had a tickle of an urge to get DNA tests on her and McKay. Unfortunately, Abby wasn’t done with him. "But if McKay called you an idiot and told you that science absolutely did not work that way, and Earth still ordered you to do something, would you?"

Evan took a step away from the balcony. He did not like where this was going--not even a little. "Ma'am, I'm a soldier. I follow orders."

If looks could kill, at least half the scientists would be up on a murder charge. However, as the second-in-command of a frontline base, Evan did not have the luxury of debating civilian control versus military. If his officers issued an order, he followed it. He let Colonel Sheppard worry about what the civilians wanted. That was one job Evan never wanted.

"Military." Abby said the word with this indulgent fondness that Lorne really thought he should be taking offense at. "I love them but you know how they are," she said, nodding. Sadly, most of the scientists were nodding along with her. "And they have such good hearts that you can't hate them any more than you can hate puppies, and you are not allowed to hate puppies. I will kick you off the planet if you try."

Now Evan knew he was offended.

"Which is why we still go to McKay. He pressed charges against three of them, and Tony made sure they were all put in prison. And when Colonel Everett didn't listen to him, Rodney locked the colonel in his bathroom and took over the control tower."

Evan had heard that story more than once. No wonder Everett had retired shortly after leading Atlantis through the siege. This place really was rough on commanders.

"And when Colonel Everett tried to arrest Rodney, Rodney created a forcefield that Everett couldn't get through, hijacked the wormhole, dialed Earth, and blackmailed General O'Neill into getting his ass out here and fixing things. If soldiers are doing something wrong, McKay is your first, last, and best chance of making them so very sorry-sorry-sorry-sorry. Their quarters will have no hot water. All the fresh food will vanish when they show up in for lunch. They'll get stuck in transporters for hours or the city will simply initiate cleaning protocols and dump them in the ocean for a long, cold swim."

Evan frowned. Radek had sworn that had been a random accident. He said that he and Samas were working on protocols to make sure it didn't happen again. Six Marines had been forced to swim halfway around one of the piers before finding a place they could crawl back up to the deck.

"Rodney McKay can do all that and keep his job because he's just that good. You aren't. So you need him. You need him to tell you when you've screwed up, and you need to him to tell the military the same." She started pacing the room in front, and Evan had a flashback to watching Patton.

"But you understand this. Radek and Rodney and I have worked for the military for longer than some of our baby Marines have been alive."

Evan cringed when one of the younger Marines looked down from the upper deck to look at her incredulously. He was six foot two or three and he must have been over two hundred pounds, so Evan was guessing it was a long time since anyone had called him a baby.

"We like them, and if you make our military people miserable, we will make you miserable. We will exact revenge. I will personally lose every piece of paperwork you hand in and do not assume that I can't lose it if you go around me and turn it in directly to Dr. Weir. I can find anything and I can lose anything. The military are here to protect us. More than once they have put their own bodies between us and danger. They offer to die for us, and we will honor that. Every single one of you will join a hand-to-hand self-defense class."

"What if we're no good at it?" a weedy woman asked loudly. She sounded more panicked than defiant.

Abby smiled at her. "Then take Evan's patented 'even Dr. Lee couldn't fail it' self-defense course," she said gently. Abby waved at him. "Major Evan Lorne can teach anyone anything," she said. She offered him a not-entirely-innocent smile.

Evan could feel himself blush and he definitely avoided making eye contact with any of the military people. She wasn't on his team so flirting wasn't against the regs, but Evan had never had a woman do it so unapologetically or publicly.

"I didn't become a geneticist to fight. My hands are too important to risk," a man on the other side of the room said. He did sound defiant. "I will never be some muscle-bound thug." Evan wondered if Dr. Weir was about to have her second visitor.

"You know what's the great equalizer?" Abby bounced on her toes. "Guns! Evan, can you loan me your weapon?" Abby looked up with this hopeful expression.

"What?"

"I'm going to show them what a good shot I am." The worst part about the request was that Abby had this bubbly expression like this was the best idea in the world.

"No," Evan said firmly.

"What? I'm not going to hit anyone I'm not aiming at," she said, and that was definitely a pout.

Evan was in over his head. "Call it one of those military things," he finally said. "No firing weapons in an area that hasn't been secured for weapons fire."

Abby rolled her eyes, and several of the scientists laughed. "Military," she said in mock exasperation. At least Evan hoped that was an act. "I wouldn't hit anything I didn't want, but when it's not about science, you just have to let them be all anal about their weapons and stuff. But the best part is that with a weapon, you can defend yourself without having to get close enough to the bad guy to risk getting hurt. Problem solved!" She clapped her hands together.

"I'm not fighting," a woman said. She looked like she was edging toward the stairs to Weir's office.

Abby nodded. "Okay. Then go back. You don't get to play with all the cool Atlantis toys unless you take one of the classes. Boss's orders. Now you can do handguns or you can do bantos rods which is a really cool Athosian ninja thing or you can do hand-to-hand or you can do knife fighting, but you have to do one of those. Anyone who doesn't has to go back to Earth and they will only get to play with the toys we think aren't cool enough and choose to send back home for the losers."

"That's not fair!"

Evan couldn't even tell who said that, but Abby whirled around to face the whole group. "What's not fair is you not taking this seriously. Every five year old in the city is armed, and if there are enemies, they know how to run and hide, and if they're cornered, they can fight. They know how to fight their way to one of our soldiers, and you're saying that if there's an invasion, you're going to stand around with your thumb up your ass and wait for the soldiers to do all the work. I don't want my Gibbs or my John or my Evan any of my baby Marines dying because you're too whiny. If someone invades, I'm going to lock myself in my lab, and if someone gets in, I'm going to shoot them, and my people aren't going to die trying to rush a well-guarded corridor to save me. And if any of you cause any of my people to die, you'd better get transferred back to Earth before I can find you. Seriously." Abby had silent tears running down her cheeks, but Evan wasn’t sure if that was fear or just an excess of emotion. She had an intensity in her voice that made the hairs on the back of Evan's arms stand up. "Because I will hurt you."

She marched down into the crowd of new scientists, and people stumbled to get out of her way until she stood in front of a man whose hair was just starting to turn white. "They put their lives on the line because that's their job. They protect us. But we have to protect them. We have to make sure we don't get ourselves in the kind of trouble where they have to go on suicide missions for us. They can't tell polyisobutylene from carbonic anhydrase, and they trust us to defend them from a world of science they don't even understand. They live in a city that could kill them all tomorrow, but they trust us to tell them the truth and keep them safe, and I will do anything to protect my people. Anything."

Evan held his breath. Gibbs always talked about Abby as someone to defend, but right now he had the feeling that if she had a weapon, she might shoot this guy in the leg just to make her point.

"They trust us," Abby said, her voice strangled with emotion. "We have to take care of them. We have to take care of every last baby Marine, and that means that we let them teach us how to fight, and then we work really hard to take care of the city so we never have another invasion. We've had a few, so it's not like we're being paranoid. So if you stay you have to promise to take care of our people. All our people."

She whirled back around and marched to the front.

"Next item on the agenda. Pegasus galaxy is really freaky and it's too easy to get all weird sitting in your own room thinking about all the aliens that want to eat you. So we do not let people sit along in the dark every night. Well, you can six nights a week, but everyone will be signing up for at least one of our social events."

This was new. Evan had never heard McKay give this part.

"Over here we have sign-ups for bowling. I lead the bowling leagues, and you can see we have theme nights four days a week. Costumes are optional and we are very open in our definitions since clothing can be expensive since it's all handmade around here. I recommend Goth night because we have a very good blood punch we serve. Pirate night is really popular too. The three nights that aren't themed are for serious bowlers, and the teams have tryouts scheduled so check for times." Abby moved to a different section of wall, and now Evan could see the white board leaning against the Ancient walls. "These are the book club sign ups. Fair warning, if the title is a girly book, there's a very good chance we're going to start talking dish about who is dating whom and which guys have the very best asses. Men are welcome, but if you're offended by healthy sexual liberation of women, keep your attitudes to yourself."

Abby looked up to where the young Marine still watched. "Danny, what do the guys do on the manly book days?"

The Marine coughed and looked over toward Evan before answering. "We discuss the book."

Evan rolled his eyes. He was an officer, not stupid. "Probably while drinking moonshine and playing poker," Evan guessed.

The Marine blushed. "I wouldn’t know about that, sir."

Abby was moving on. "Colonel Sheppard is in the surf club. If you join in the hope that you'll have access to him so you can talk to him about your pet projects, he maintains the right to set your surfboard on fire. If you always wanted to learn but haven't had time, he loves having newbies. Seriously, some of the coolest people in the city get out and surf. Teyla is awesome at it. And moving on. This is for our birdwatchers..."

Evan tuned out as Abby walked them past station after station—everything from film night to storytelling to rock collecting. Seeing as how he’d been on Atlantis a lot longer than Abby, Evan wasn’t sure how she ended up knowing so much more about what the city had to offer. He didn’t know they had a theater, much less a designated film study night.

And Colonel Sheppard was in the surf club. Evan supposed he shouldn't be surprised, but he was. He was wiling to bet money that either Abby or Tony had talked the colonel into it. Good for them. Leading Atlantis' military had sucked the life out of Ellis, and it was nice to see how easily Sheppard slipped into the role. Maybe getting out and teaching people how to surf was one of the colonel's secrets to success. It'd been a long time since Evan had time to indulge in his art, but maybe he should follow the colonel's footsteps and start an art club. It'd be nice to talk to people about his work and maybe show off a few pieces.

Dr. Weir came out of her office, and looked down at the milling scientists. Abby was darting through the crowd, and from the looks of it, she was having to drag a few people to board to get them to sign up, but she wasn't taking 'no' for an answer.

"I only had one formal complaint. That's a record. Did she tell them they had to take self-defense classes?" Weir leaned against the railing and watched the Gate room floor.

"Yes, ma'am. Baby Marines and all the puppy-like military on this base need the scientists to take care of us before we are forced into suicide missions because of our borderline insane need to take care of them."

Dr. Weir gave him a very odd look. "Maybe I should see if anyone recorded this."

"Yes ma'am."

After one last look down at the milling crowd, she headed back to her office where Dr. Blowhard waited for his ticket off the city. Most of the time, scientists either died or transferred back to Earth in fairly high numbers. Right after Sheppard took command, a small but significant number of military people requested transfers, but after that, they had stabilized and started taking in new recruits. The scientists were far less stable as a whole. Evan wondered if Abby's approach would change that. He made a mental note to flag their names and track attrition rates for this cadre.

"And now it's time for the big tour!" Abby called out, and she sounded terrifyingly perky. Once this was over she was going to be searching for caffeine like McKay after three days in the field with no rations. "This way, people. Our first stop is the wonder of the transporter!"

Corporal Withers moved to the balcony next to Evan. "And here I thought Dr. McKay was scary when he gave the welcome speech."

"I hope someone taped that," Evan said. It had been a thing of beauty.

"Yes, sir. Grodin got it all. She's downright terrifying."

"Yeah," Evan agreed, "she is."

"And a little hot."

Evan turned and glared at the corporal.

"Sorry, sir. I am unnnoticing that as we speak." Withers had the nerve to grin at him before retreating back to his post.

Evan looked down at the last of the scientists as they followed her out, all their belongings sitting in the gateroom ready for the logistical team to pick them up. Withers was wrong. She'd been a lot hot.

Comments

[strangefen.livejournal.com]

Abby rocks!

[lit-gal.livejournal.com]

I do adore her

[chaoskir.livejournal.com]

I totally adore you and your writing skills. I was able to imagine Abby and the crowd and it's totally Abby in her best way. That was great written (as always) and funny and just wondeful. Thank you!

[lit-gal.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much. Abby really did rock the crowd, and I swear I could hear her voice as I typed

[junnights.livejournal.com]

I LOVE THIS! - Abby is MAGNIFICENT! And the whole speech:D:D:D:D:D Oh the hints, and the 'events that has happened but only mentioned marginally' :D:D:D:D - I LOVE THIS (...just had to repeat it). You are honestly spoiling me:D (the very best kind). Can't WAIT until you start properly:D:D:D The whole McKay and Abby is similar in frightening ways is also BRILLIANT!:D:D:D Can't wait for more:D:D:D

[lit-gal.livejournal.com]

Abby is just being Abby. And I'm glad you're enjoying this, despite the fact that my muse does not seem to be going in order AT ALL! Stupid muse. Grrrrr.

[finlaure.livejournal.com]

YEAH ABBY!!! And to think Earth has lost such a powerful woman like that... for now. And as if Gibbs would let her go back without him. Reallly wonderful!!

[lit-gal.livejournal.com]

Earth really did lose when Abby decided to go to Atlantis, but face it, Atlantis needs her more. Elizabeth never knew how to handle the scientists. Abby can

[texanfan.livejournal.com]

Abby totally rocks, and she's lost too many people to countenance someone under her costing her someone else. And Tony and she totally worked out the social clubs. And she has Rodney so very nailed. Of course, she knows if push comes to shove Rodney is willing to throw himself into the fire to rescue the people she loves. Buys him many points.

So, Abby/Evan, eh? I think that sounds very interesting indeed.

Abby/Evan

[(Anonymous)]

Xanthe did that pairing. I think both of them seemed a little softer in that story though. (Weird, since it was a BDSM universe).

Re: Abby/Evan

[lit-gal.livejournal.com]

After I pair up the others, that leaves Abby with either Radek or Lorne, and honestly, I can't see her going for Radek. I think I should probably have a scene explaining why, though.

[texanfan.livejournal.com]

I think Lorne is a good match up for her.

[texanfan.livejournal.com]

I think the two of them work very well together here as well. That slightly harder edge to both of them makes them work well.

[lit-gal.livejournal.com]

I adore Abby as a character. She's strong and independent, but she can still be very quirky and needy. She's an interesting contradiction. I like contradictions.

And as someone who has been around a lot of hard scientists, Abby would likely understand them in a way that others couldn't.

[skeptic7.livejournal.com]

Wonderful! Taking care of little baby Marines? It must make up for having to leave your cat at home. I love the point of having to DO your own paper work and carry your own boxes. Doesn't Rodney make John do all the heavy lifting and ATA gene thing?

[lit-gal.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure how the Marines feel about having her characterize them this way, but it's Abby, so I'm sure she has them all charmed, even if she calls them puppies.

And Rodney totally makes John do the heavy lifting, but that's more a Rodney and John thing, and Rodney definitely does his own paperwork. Mind you, I don't think he does all the paperwork he should, but he's too much of a perfectionist to let underlings do work that his name will appear on

[shakatany.livejournal.com]

I loved seeing Abby take charge like that. To bad she never visited SGA in canon (or even that they had a similar character *sigh*.

Shakatany

PS 2 tiny errors:

She got even louder as he told them, “Every member of the she told them

I don't want my Gibbs or my John or my Evan any of my baby Marines dying because Evan or any of my baby Marines

[lit-gal.livejournal.com]

Thanks for those fixes.

Abby is quirky enough and smart enough that Rodney wouldn't clump her in with all the other scientists that he generally hates. I'm having fun adding her, even though some people definitely didn't want to have her on the city.

[sidra]

wonderful scene!

[lit-gal.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much

[catservant66.livejournal.com]

(happy sigh) Once again I got my husband who hates fanfic to happily listen to an entire chapter. He laughed out loud several times (as did I). This chapter is a thing of beauty.

Surprise laugh of the day: "Dr. Windbag"

Blindsided a laugh out of us both times.

[lit-gal.livejournal.com]

Now that is high praise indeed. Thank you so much for letting me know that he enjoyed it so much.

[yanagi-wa.livejournal.com]

Abby in protective Motherhen mode rocks. And so do you. *G*

[lit-gal.livejournal.com]

Those labs need a mother to motherhen over them after Rodney has verbally torn strips from their hides.

[yanagi-wa.livejournal.com]

I think one of the reasons Rodney is the way he is is that he is very aware of all the things that could go wrong. He's just not that good at explaining to idiots. *G* (Had a chemistry teacher that was much the same, "Bad things will happen." Not exactly what you want to say to a bunch of inquisitive, bored 16 year olds.)

Fantastic!

[k8terwaul.livejournal.com]

I am DYING from the perfection that is this addition to the Iggigi universe! Holy cow, that was BRILLIANT! Your Abby-voice is spot on, and having Lorne as the observer/narrator just works in ways I just can't describe.

Rodney-Dad, Abby-Mom, Uncle Radek, and baby Marines....

I just... just...

[glomps on to Lit-Gal and gives her a HUGE hug because this rocks so brilliantly]

AWESOME!

Re: Fantastic!

[lit-gal.livejournal.com]

Awww. Thank you so very much! I really did love writing this chapter, and at the risk of sounding mentally unstable, I have to admit that I could almost hear Abby as she ranted at the new guys.