Baby mine, don't you cry
Baby mine, dry your eyes
Rest your head close to my heart
Never to part, baby of mine.
Little one when you play
Don't you mind what you say
Let those eyes sparkle and shine
Never a tear, baby of mine.
If they knew sweet little you
They'd end up loving you too
All those same people who scold you
What they'd give just for
The chance to hold you.
From your head to your toes
You're not much, goodness knows
But you're so precious to me
Cute as can be, baby of mine.
A very blue Professor Lefevre stalked through the halls of the university; a crumbled note clutched in one hand and a cobalt blue stained handkerchief in the other. Trailing behind him was a long trail of blue footsteps leading all the way back to his office and the innocently looking lunch box that had 'whooshed' out a cloud of cobalt blue powder dye as he had opened it.
The warm summer breeze danced through the halls, teasing his hair and stirring up new puffs of blue dye. He stopped in front the large double doors leading to the only lecture hall that was currently in use. Taking a deep breath, which immediately set him to coughing as he breathed in some of the dye, he opened the doors; trying to suppress the wheezing.
"Meredith!" Lefevre shrieked as he stumbled into the room; surrounded by a cloud of cobalt blue dust.
Meredith Rodney Duncan-McKay was blissfully unaware of his surroundings. He was busy writing down his latest math proof that would prove that he was right and that Miles was wrong, wrong, wrong. So engrossed was he in the perfect symmetry of the equations, that he failed to notice the very blue and extremely irate professor standing in the door.
Hearing his name being yelled out, he stood up, still not paying any attention to what was happening in the front of the room; trying to scribble the last equations down before they escaped from his mind.
"Yes sir. Is there a problem?" a soft voice enquired from about three rows in front of him; prompting him to finally look up.
"A problem Miss Meredith?" Lefevre hissed, unfolding the crumpled note. "'Roses are red. Violets are blue, and now so are you'. Signed 'Meredith.'" Looking up, the dyed professor noticed Rodney was also standing. "Yes Mr McKay. Do you have something to add?"
Rodney slowly slumped back into his chair. He carefully avoided making eye contact with the young lady, staring back at him from three rows down; or Lefevre, standing in the doorway. "No sir, nothing to add." He mumbled.
Lefevre transferred his glare back to the black haired young woman. "Well, come along then, miss. If you have the time on your hands to pull pranks like this, then you most definitely have the time to clean up after them."
"But... but... I didn't..." Meredith stuttered as she stared in shock at the professor.
Clapping his hands, he turned around and headed back out the lecture hall. "Chop-chop miss."
Meredith snatched her books and stuffed them into her bag. She slung her bag onto her shoulder and stormed out of the room after the professor.
Rodney groggily came awake at the persistent ringing of the doorbell which was steadily accompanied by very loud pounding on his front door. Rolling over, he picked up his watch from the small table next to his bed to look at the time. He groaned and pulled his pillow over his head; hoping that whoever was at his front door would take a hint and leave.
"Open up McKay! I know that you are in there!" the person at the door shouted, all the while still banging away.
He lay on his back with the pillow over his head and sighed. He knew who was at the front door and he was not looking forward to this confrontation: especially not at 3:00 in the morning. Kicking off the light blanket he was sleeping under, he sat up and ran his hands through his short hair. With a grunt he pushed himself up, stumbled out of his room and down the corridor to the front door of his apartment.
He yawned and absently wondered why all the life altering conversations in his life always seemed to take place at the most unholy hours of the night.
"Damn it McKay if you don't open this door right now I will break it down!" The person on the other side yelled again, all the time still hammering away.
The hammering and the yelling yanked him abruptly from his sleep. He blearily sat up and looked around, trying to figure out what was going on.
"Open up, you no good bastard. I know that you are in there!" The thumping on the door had taken up a sort of rhythmic quality that was echoing in his brain.
He shook his head as he tumbled off the couch where he had fallen asleep, spilling the half a dozen physic books that he had open to the ground.
"When I get my hands on you, you pain in the ass asshole, I am going to kill you!" The voice on the other side of the door screeched.
Not very imaginative, Rodney thought as he lurched to the front door of his dingy student apartment. His sleep addled fingers fumbled for a moment with the lock of his door before he finally managed to unlock it. He had barely gotten it open when he was rudely pushed out of the way. A small black haired whirlwind stormed into the cramped living room of his apartment.
"You fucking bastard! Do you have any idea what I have been through this afternoon because of you?"
Rodney didn't get the chance to answer before the whirlwind continued.
"I had to clean Leferve's entire office, all by myself. And what the fuck did you use as dye? Because let me tell you: it was bloody murder to get it off. And look what it did to my hands! I've tried bleach, ammonia, soap. I even tried frigging battery acid and it still won't come off!" The whirlwind held up two very dainty hands, stained a deep cobalt blue, for Rodney to inspect.
The sleep-fuddled young man shook his head and slouched to his kitchen to get some coffee. He was going to need a serious amount of caffeine in his system if he was going to make sense of this.
"Don't you turn your back on me! Meredith!"
He grabbed a cup that looked more or less clean and poured him a cup of coffee from the pot he had made earlier in the evening. He grimaced at the taste of the cold burnt coffee, but he drained the whole cup. Feeling the liquid reach his stomach, he sighed and turned around to look at the small whirlwind that had blown into his apartment at... Hey, what was the time anyway?
"Are you listening to me? Hi, I am talking here!" The whirlwind breezed into his personal space and snapped her fingers at him.
She was small, about 1.6 meters, with a bone structure so fine that it could only be described as delicate. Her skin was flawless and almost porcelain white. Her waist length hair was a black so deep that it appeared to have blue under tones. Her large dark brown eyes sparkled with barely contained anger. She reminded him of a Victorian fairy: small, fragile and utterly beguiling. There was a smudge of blue dye on her left cheek, highlighting the elegant sweep of her cheek bones.
Rodney could feel a smirk tug at his mouth as he looked the young woman standing in front of him over. "So what makes you think I have had anything to do with Lefevre's accident?" He asked as he turned to pour himself another cup of coffee. The word 'accident' was laced with sarcasm and a heavy dose of disdain. He held up the pot questioningly and gently waved it in her direction.
"Oh please, for a certified genius you are such an idiot." The scornful reply came. She eyed the pot suspiciously and then nodded. "I mean: what the hell? You signed the note with your name."
Reaching over her head, he pulled a clean cup from the cupboard behind her and poured another cup of coffee. He handed it to her and leaned against the counter to watch her.
She pulled a face at the taste of the drink. "God, this is horrible, do you have any sugar?"
"Nope." Rodney replied as he took another drink. He was studying her, cataloguing her movements, her mannerisms, her.
She glared at him; her eyes dark with fury, but at the same time glowing with an intelligence that fascinated him. "Meredith Conroy." She suddenly stated and held out her hand to him.
A smug grin spread itself out over Rodney's face. "I know." He took her hand and unexpectedly pulled her to him, turning around at the same time so that she was trapped between him and the counter.
"What the..." Meredith exclaimed as she started to struggle. "I have a black belt in karate."
Rodney only huffed and with his free hand he reached behind her to pick up a small unlabeled dark blue glass bottle. Pulling out the stopper with his teeth he turned the hand he was still holding so that he could pour some of the viscous liquid onto her palm. The moment the cold thick fluid touched the skin it started to dissolve the blue dye staining her hands.
"Oh." Was Meredith's only response, as she watched him work the cleaner into her skin. She looked up to see an arrogant and extremely superior smirk firmly in place on his face. "You really are as big an asshole as they say, aren't you?"
He let go of her hand and took a step back. Putting down the bottle on the counter next to her, he picked up his cup again. "Maybe."
Meredith watched him for a long moment before she finally smiled and said. "So who is your next target and what do you have planned?"
Choking on his cold coffee, Rodney glared at her. "Excuse me? Even if I have something planned – and I am not saying that I have – mind you. But even if I had something planned; what makes you think that I will tell you?"
Leaning back against the counter, Meredith's smile took on a faint trace of evil. "Because, my dear Meredith Rodney Duncan-McKay, you so totally owe me."
"I owe you?" Rodney asked.
Holding up the one hand that was still stained blue, Meredith nodded. "So totally owe me."
They stared at each other for a long silent moment before Rodney burst out laughing. "You know, this could be the beginning of a beautiful and totally evil friendship."
"Well, in that case, you can call me Merri." She said with a bright twinkle in her eye.
"Rodney, for pity's sake. Please, call me Rodney." He turned and headed back to the living room. "Well, come on, you've got see what I've got planned for Lefevre next."
Rodney braced himself before he opened the door. It didn't do him any good. He was pushed out of the way as the blond haired woman, that had been knocking on his door, pushed past him into the room. Looking out into the hallway outside his apartment, he noticed SG3. Opening the door wider, he waved for them to enter. Walking to the kitchen, he sighed. So it has finally come to this. He wasn't really surprised. He knew that the SGC had been looking for a way to get rid of him, ever since he had shown up their precious golden girl.
"Couldn't this have waited until morning, Sam?" He asked wearily as he poured himself a cup of coffee. He grimaced at the taste; cold and burned. Perfect, disgusting coffee to go with the wretched conversation about to happen.
Colonel Samantha Carter sighed and shook her head. "I sorry Rodney, but the..." She didn't get a chance to go further before she was interrupted by a rude noise coming from McKay.
"Oh please, spare me Sam. We both know that you are not sorry about this." He waved a hand at the four men standing behind her. "Do you really need back-up to tell me that I have been fired?" He demanded in an angry voice.
Cater shook her head and pulled a large envelope from her bag. Handing it over to McKay, she waved her hand at the men behind her. "They are here to search your apartment to make sure that you are not in possession of any technology or information or papers pertaining to the SGC, Atlantis or any of our Alien allies."
Rodney turned and placed his cup on the kitchen counter. Opening the envelope, he pulled out the papers inside. Waving one hand distractedly at the room at large while he read, he absently replied. "Knock yourselves out. Just don't break anything and don't make a mess."
He casually wandered over to the couch in the area that served as a sitting room, still reading the legal documents stating his release from his contract and that he was still bound by confidentially clauses. He wasn't worried that they would find anything. Celeste would have taken care of it the moment he was recalled to earth. He smiled ruefully to himself: what was it with him and scarily competent women?
Having read through all the letters and notices and thinly veiled threats, he folded the papers and placed them back into the envelope. Looking up, he noticed that SG3 had returned and was standing next to his front door; obviously waiting to leave.
"Rodney," Samantha tried again, but McKay just shook his head.
"Don't, Sam, just don't." He ran a hand through his hair, got up and walked to the door. Opening it, he stood to the side to let them leave.
As she left, Carter turned and looked back at the man standing in the door. "For what it is worth Rodney, I really am sorry." She said softly before turning to leave.
Locking the door, Rodney stood a long time just staring at the closed door before turning to find his phone. Dialling a number from memory, he patiently waited for someone to pick up. "This is Dr. Rodney McKay. I would like to book a first class ticket to Ottawa Ontario Canada on the first available flight." He listened for a moment before he nodded and hummed; pleased. "Yes that will do nicely."
Putting down the phone, he turned to look at the apartment. One mistake. One mistake: trying to find something, anything that could protect the people he had come to care about. He would admit it was a dozy of a one. 5/6 of a solar system gone, but still, it was just one mistake. He sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. One mistake and seven years of hard work down the drain.
Seven years; he had been doing this for seven years now. Seven years of leading a double live, of pretending to be someone else. Maybe it was time to get out. He would kind of like to be himself again. Besides, he was pretty sure Merri would be glad if he got out of the game. Celeste would bitch at him, but in the end she would agree with his decision. Anyway, he really was getting to old to play this game anymore. With that thought he headed towards his room to pack.