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Rodney's Alarm
by talyn10
“Of course I’m right. I’m always right” … “Of course I’m right. I’m always right” … “Of course I’m right. I’m always right” … “Of course I’m right. I’m always right”
“What the…?” Rodney thought fuzzily as he reluctantly tried to pry open his gritty eyes. His mouth felt like he’d chewed on something that was furry and long deceased. Some of his limbs seemed to be missing, or maybe just numb, he wasn’t sure which. Slowly his brain started to wonder why he was hearing his own voice saying the same thing over and over again.
“Of course I’m right. I’m always right” … “Of course I’m right. I’m always right” … “Of course I’m right. I’m always right” … “Of course I’m right. I’m always right”
“Can I tell myself to shut up?” he muttered still trying to come to grips with whom, and where he was. Tingling was coming from his extremities… good that meant they were still there. He seemed to be uninjured; he wasn’t in the med lab with Carson hanging over him so he was okay. Or maybe he was lying on the floor somewhere, dying, and no-one knew. His heart jolted and adrenaline started rushing as he sat up abruptly.
His blurred vision told him that he was in his quarters, sitting fully dressed on his bed. Finally the brain caught up. Three days of concentrated work, long hours, late nights… lots of coffee… staggering into his quarters in the early hours, too tired to remove clothes and then oblivion.
“I need coffee NOW.” Rodney whimpered as he tried to ignore his own voice constantly repeating.
“Of course I’m right. I’m always right” … “Of course I’m right. I’m always right” … “Of course I’m right. I’m always right” … “Of course I’m right. I’m always right”
“Okay, now I’m really becoming annoying” Rodney snarled, then a sheepish expression crossed his face as he thought about what he’d just said. He looked around to make sure no-one else had overheard him. Then he tried to figure out where his voice was coming from. He could see nothing obvious so he began quartering his room trying to locate the source by sound. After a minute he found the voice – his voice - was loudest near his alarm clock. Right next to the clock, and attached to it by two short wires, was a small device emitting the noise.
“Aha!” he cried in triumph as he yanked on the wires and silenced the annoying repetition. Holding the device up and examining it, he pondered who could have placed it in his room… “Hm, there could be quite a number of suspects who’d like to make my life a misery, starting with Zelenka, Kavanagh, Kusanagi, or maybe Heightmeyer – it would be just like her. The list with all probability ends with Zelenka.” He thought about the usual suspects for a while and then grinned evilly, “Zelenka!” he exclaimed.
I bet Radek did it because he is still annoyed about what I did to his laptop, Rodney chortled to himself. The little ‘adjustment’ he’d made to Radek’s computer was a constant amusement, since no matter what Radek did, he could not get rid of the extra program Rodney had installed.
Still with a smirk on his face Rodney transferred the device into a desk drawer that held quite a few other assorted bits and pieces of equipment. He slammed the drawer shut with satisfaction before heading to the shower and contemplating revenge.
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