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Miss Pookamonga: Thanks.
When Sam found that Rodney wasn't in the labs she wasn't too worried, when he wasn't in the labs he was usually in the mess hall.
When he wasn't in the mess hall she felt small pricklings of doubt in the back of her mind. But she pushed them aside and decided that he was in the infirmary, getting a splinter out perhaps?
But when he wasn't in the infirmary, that's when she started to worry.
She checked several other places before eventually asking Chuck for help.
He was at the East pier.
Maybe he just wanted to be alone, think about things, but deep down Sam knew that whatever was going on, it must have been bad for Rodney to keep himself locked away at the East pier to work on it.
When she finally found him, he was in a beach chair reading out of a laptop.
She crept up behind him quietly until her head was right by his ear before clearing her throat.
Rodney jumped seven miles high, leaving his skin behind, before turning around to face her.
"Hey Sam." He smiled nervously.
"What are you doing?" She asked, raising her eyebrows and crossing her arms.
"Ah, well, you see…" Rodney glanced at the computer screen and back to Sam. Computer. Sam. Computer. Sam. Computer. Sam.
Eventually he grinned brightly. As if a brilliant idea had just occurred to him.
"Have you ever heard of 'fan fiction'?"
Word count: 214
What do you think?
Can anyone guess what type of fan fiction he was reading?