Rodney McKay was definitely not your average brilliant scientist. Usually, he was referred to as being extremely above average, one of the most intelligent men of his time. However there was a dark side to this man that few knew about…a secret kept hidden from those who would dare to abuse it. Until now that is…
“How many times do I have to tell you Rodney? I don’t want to hear about it,” a brown haired man stated as he walked down the empty halls of Atlantis. A shorted brown haired man followed him, trying and failing to keep up with him.
He headed down the hall once more and made his way to the infirmary where he found his Scottish friend reading some paperwork. “You won’t believe what just happened!”
“No, but I think you’re about to tell me,” Carson Beckett said as he looked up from his work.
“He won’t allow me to go on the mainland to research an unknown species of bats. His specific words were that my attention should be directed towards something more important. Argh! That man is insufferable!” McKay ranted as he swung around his arms in annoyance.
Carson frowned and then sighed.
“Bats? Should you really be doing research on something so dangerous? What would happen if someone found out?” he stated. McKay went quiet. He stared at the ground beneath his feet.
“They won’t…they can’t…” he whispered.
(Why would McKay want to research bats, anyway? He's not a biologist.)
“Open the gate! We’re coming in hot!” Sheppard’s voice was heard over the intercom. Elizabeth immediately ordered one of the employees to lower the shield protecting the gate. A moment later, both teams that had gone off world had returned.
Ronon opened his eyes and then realized that he wasn’t in Atlantis anymore. He was in an open field with long grass. The field was empty and no one was there. It reminded him of the planet where Sheppard had been trapped with a group of humans who were trying to ascend.
He heard a rustle in the leaves. Ronon turned around and saw a small boy running towards him. He appeared to be around 8 years old. He wore black slacks and a white button down shirt. His hair was black and his eyes were a clear blue. It took Ronon awhile to realize that this boy was actually Rodney McKay.
Someone was chasing the boy. It was an older man wearing a black cape. He had eyes that were glowing blood red and sharp canine teeth.
“Come back here boy!” the man shouted.
“No!” Rodney yelled as he continued to run. He tripped in the grass and landed hard in the dirt.
The scene changed.
Ronon was now staring at an older version of Rodney McKay. He was wearing a black trench coat and boots. His hair was black and went to his shoulders. The woman that had been with him in the clearing was standing beside him. They were talking gently.
(I'd stare too if Rodney was only wearing a trench coat and boots.)
When the 20th century came around, Rodney was found wandering through a town in Scotland. He was walking when he heard the sound of a young boy crying. Usually he would ignore it, but something drew him to the sound. He found the boy crying in the streets.
“What’s the matter?” he asked.
The boy looked up at the longhaired man and then sniffed.
“I can’t find my mother…Daddy died and I can’t find her anymore…” he whispered. Rodney sighed and kneeled down to the child’s level. He knew that he shouldn’t meddle in human affairs, but he just couldn’t leave the boy here.
“What’s your name?” he asked.
“Carson. Carson Beckett.”
“Well Carson. How about you come with me and I’ll help you find your mother,” he offered. Carson looked up and wiped away his tears with the back of his sleeve. “Okay…”
Ronon smiled. He had always wondered how the two had met. But then he realized that Rodney mustn’t have aged much in the past years if he had meet Dr. Beckett when he was a child. Once again the scene changed. After two years, Carson finally left Rodney, but only after the two of them had become close. The Scottish man had finally found his mother and Rodney was forced to part with his companion.
This left Rodney with a sense of longing towards his own loneliness. He decided to disguise himself as a small child and entered an orphanage. He wanted to experience the childhood that he had never had…
It wasn’t long afterwards that the McKay family adopted him. He fooled them all by appearing like a normal human, but on the inside he was still a vampire.
“Rodney? What’s wrong?” Carson said.
“I need to feed,” he muttered as his blue eyes flashed red. Carson frowned.
“You just feed yesterday,” Carson complained. He moved to the small refrigerator and then took out a small pouch of red blood. He tossed it to Rodney and then the scientist sighed again.
“I know, but there’s something about the new member on our team that causes my blood to react. I can’t help it,” Rodney said. He looked at the bag of blood with a hungry look on his face.
“Ronon Dex? The off worlder?” Carson repeated. “What happened?”
“You shouldn’t worry about it. There’s just something very appealing about him. I can smell his blood clearer then others and it’s tempting me…” Rodney whispered. He opened his mouth and his canine teeth lengthened drastically. Then the scientist sunk his fangs into the bag.
(Drinking out of the 'carton'. How uncouth, Rodney.)
“Are you having fun looking through my memories?” Ronon heard a voice whisper from behind him. He turned around and came face to face with the vampire like Rodney, the one that used the illusion to hide. His hair was longer now, up to his waist, and he still wore the black trench coat with the leather boots. His arms were crossed over his chest and he was giving Ronon a calculated look.
“Rodney?” he asked.
“You look different.”
“This is my true form.”
(Why write about Rodney, if you have to make him look like someone else to be attractive? It's Rodney, not Angel.)
“What’s happened this time and what do I need to do to fix it?” Rodney muttered angrily. He muttered a few other words underneath his breath, but their ears weren’t able to pick it up.
Elizabeth sighed and turned towards the scientist.
“It’s just the usual we’re going to die because the enemy is heading here scenario,” Elizabeth explained quietly. McKay blinked in annoyance.
“Do I look like a mind reader? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Rodney answered.
(That's okay, Rodney. No one does.)