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Asleep on a dreaming sea...
Rachel's still form lay on the infirmary bed, the curtains drawn around her. She was on her side, pillows bracing her back and knees, one arm outstretched with the IV trailing into the back of her hand. Her eyes were closed and the nasal cannula fed oxygen into her lungs. Someone, likely Shelly or Carson, had taken her hair down from the French ( Read more... ) -
I can't get a dang thing done.
Rae sighed in frustration. Several people on her team called in sick today. She'd had to email Rodney to tell him about a couple projects she'd reassigned that would be delayed. Not pleased was a light way of putting his reaction. After shifting some duties, she retreated to her office for a few hours to work on paperwork. With her colleagues ( Read more... ) -
Well, a Process Man am I, and I'm telling you no lie...
TO: Calvin Kavanagh, Ph.D.
FROM: Rachel MacGregor, Sci.D
RE: Team Lead Meeting
Dr Kavanagh:
We need to discuss some possible reassignment of duties in the near future. Please come to my office some time before end of day today.
Thank you,
Dr. MacGregor -
the thrills of discovery...
The initial reports showed a new lab in this corridor. The set of rooms was open and lovely, well laid out with balconies and lots of windows. It almost reminded them of a doctor's office. Which was appropriate, as some of the equipment found had turned out to be medical in nature. Perhaps a consultation clinic of some kind? Dr. Wyndham-Pryce ( Read more... ) -
When I'm up, I can't get down...
TO: Lt. Col. Samantha Carter, Ph.D., SGC ( Read more... )