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Rodney had been over the moon with happiness since that morning. It had been the best morning ever. He couldn't ever remember having a morning that good, even though he'd never got around to eating his scrumptious pancakes with lemon syrup, nor had he got started on his jam, but there was plenty of time yet and besides he wasn't sure how to go

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[flyboy_shepp]

It'd been more than obvious before half the ITF showed up that another one of the most fucked up weekends John could ever remember was happening all over again, and as soon as they sent everyone home, he'd made his way back to New Atlantis without stopping. The last time this happened, he'd been freaked out, hit on by Pam, nearly got into a fight with Jim, and Carson had been a giant asshole.

He wasn't looking to repeat any of it.

Except when he made it into the clearing, only a glimpse at Rodney was enough to confirm that he'd gone through all that trouble to avoid everyone just to face a Rodney who probably wasn't Rodney.

As he tried his best to make it to his hut without being seen, John began to calculate how long it'd take him to grab a couple of clothes, maybe a book, that bottle of moonshine he kept for special occasions, and whether Alice would let him crash with her for the next few days.

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"JOHNNY BOY!" Rodney bellowed rambunctiously once he spotted his spiky-headed friend. He trotted over, intercepting the man before he could dash off - he looked in an awful hurry for some reason.

Grabbing him around the shoulders, he tried lifting him up for a big bear hug, but had to settle for a normal hug instead. "Gosh, what are those things made out of, legs of ham?" he asked, giving John's biceps a good squeeze as he pulled back. "It's so good to see you." He beamed.

[flyboy_shepp]

This was probably one of the few times John hated being right.

"Hey," he said slowly, eyes widening as he took in Rodney's...everything up close. There were the clothes, and the hug and now he looked like he was doped up on a bit too much morphine. "You too, buddy."

He glanced at his hut longingly. "What's up?"

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Rodney glanced upward in surprise, then he looked back to his friend, frowning. He was still holding onto his arms.

"The sky," he said. "And trees. Why? Did you lose a frisbee up there? Nevermind," he dismissed the subject quickly. "I'll go get it for you later. John, I got something real exciting to tell you!"

[ata_beckett]

Carson was currently occupied.

Sitting on the steps of his hut, he was rolling a joint, trying to get it perfect. It'd been what seemed like ages since he'd had one, and now seemed as good a time as any to get started for the day.

He'd barely thought about getting up early to go to a bloody clinic shift. People could put on their own fucking bandages.

Today, he really just needed to be left the hell alone for a while.

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Rodney perked up - perked up more when he saw his friend Carson. He looked down, but hopefully Rodney's news would cheer him up some. He trotted on over to his Scottish friend's side and beamed down at him for about two seconds before he just had to say something.

"Carson!" he said. "It's so good to see you, my old Glaswegian pal!" He couldn't actually remember if Carson was from Glasgow or not, but it was in Scotland and close enough. "What are you doing?" He peered curiously at his hands. It looked like he was rolling a cigarette. Rodney gaped. Weren't cigarettes bad for you? And Carson a doctor too! Probably the best doctor on the whole island! Well, if he was doing it it couldn't be that bad, Rodney decided.