Satisfied that Rodney was a good lab-companion, Radek had almost gleefully helped to tidy up the last work they'd been working on. So, by the time he made his way to Rodney's room (there was no point in trudging outside to sleep under the tent when Rodney had a spare space!) he'd all but collapsed onto the matress and it was only habit that had allowed him to remove the heavy glasses and carefully place them on the bedside.
The dreams that had come didn't awaken him, nor did the returning memories. In his sleep, he couldn't help but smile as the face of Elizabeth Weir emerged from a mist of dream. "Wake up, Radek" she called, reaching out to gently caress his face. "You need to wake up."
He suddenly became aware of the tall figure stumbling around next to him and he looked up, expecting his vision to be blurry. Except it wasn't.
It was the strangest feeling, watching as he stood, unsteadily, then moved towards the door. Then, another thought occured to him. Either this was an out of body experience, or...
Reaching up, he was dismayed to feel bald patches, thinning widows peaks, very little hair. "Rodney?!" he said, a surge of panic colouring his face. "Please tell me I'm still dreaming?"
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Date: 2007-05-23 03:50 pm (UTC)The dreams that had come didn't awaken him, nor did the returning memories. In his sleep, he couldn't help but smile as the face of Elizabeth Weir emerged from a mist of dream. "Wake up, Radek" she called, reaching out to gently caress his face. "You need to wake up."
He suddenly became aware of the tall figure stumbling around next to him and he looked up, expecting his vision to be blurry. Except it wasn't.
It was the strangest feeling, watching as he stood, unsteadily, then moved towards the door. Then, another thought occured to him. Either this was an out of body experience, or...
Reaching up, he was dismayed to feel bald patches, thinning widows peaks, very little hair. "Rodney?!" he said, a surge of panic colouring his face. "Please tell me I'm still dreaming?"