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"Ring! Ring!"

Rodney sighed, looking up from the piles of books and equations, and began rooting through the mess for his cell phone. He located the lit screen and pulled it out from under a pile of papers he had been helping to grade. He rolled his eyes at the caller ID telling him it was his sister.

"I'm working on my thesis this summer! End of discussion!"

"Hello Jeannie, how are you today? Fine, thanks, Mer, and you?" She parroted.

Sigh. "Jeannie, I'm really busy…" His voice practically begging for her to drop this topic they had been arguing over for the better part of a week already. He was slightly tempted, against his better judgment, and didn't know if he could hold out much longer. Something Jeannie probably knew and intended to use to her full advantage.

"I know, I know, dissertation, classes, grading, networking, blah, blah, blah! Which is exactly why you need a break. You've been pushing yourself for your whole life and this is the last summer you have available to do whatever you want to do before being pulled in every direction by that professional scientist's world you somehow want to belong to. You should have fun! You do remember what fun is, don't you?" She continued without letting him get in an answer. "Besides, do you know how much trouble I went through to get you this job offer?"

"Yes, yes, you've told me, repeatedly! But, seriously, how much trouble could it have been to get a job at a summer camp? It's not like asking for a grant or anything."

"Honestly, Mer, you can be so dense sometimes! It's a camp for gifted children, all the councilors have great credentials, and I really think you would fit in for once in your life!"

"Maybe I don't want to fit in, huh?" Rodney yelled, just to be ornery, and then felt very childish. "This is important, Jeannie, I'm doing important work here! And, you know, you could stand to do more with that brain of yours, too."

"Don't change the subject, Mer! You've got your whole life ahead of you to do 'important work'! Live a little!"

"You're not going to drop this, are you?" He sighed.

"No! You are going to come, and you are going to enjoy it!"

Rodney just huffed. Jeannie's voice softened, "You will, Mer, trust me for once, okay?"

Rodney sighed, he wouldn't tell her but she was right, he did want to relax, have a little fun, before committing his whole life to science. "Okay, alright, you win!"

Jeannie squealed in Rodney's ear. "Yes! Oh, god, Mer, you'll have so much fun! This is gonna be great! I'll e-mail you the details later! Oh, god! I love you, Mer, bye!"

"Love you, too."

Rodney closed the phone, looking over his crowded desk, and allowed himself a smile. He was reluctantly beginning to look forward to this adventure his sister had been spouting about.

~*~

Jeannie hung up and turned excitedly to her computer, opening her e-mail and typing rapidly.

Fr:

To:, , ,

OMG!!!! He's coming! Love you all! See you soon!

She sent that and opened another.

Fr:

To:

Rodney's coming! I had to beg him every waking hour for the last 5 days! But I did it! I can't wait for you to meet him, he'll love you. Be patient with him- he takes some getting used to but I'm sure you'll love him, too! Can't wait! Love you!

P.S. you owe me big!

Jeannie was really quite proud of herself at having convinced Rodney to do something he had initially adamantly refused to do. She could be more stubborn than him sometimes.

~*~

Rodney cast an appraising eye over his room mentally going through his extensive check list. He had packed anything he thought he could possibly need from his homemade sunscreen to clothes for any and all natural and manmade occasion, even throwing in his own laptop. He'd done his research, he was a genius after all, and knew he would have access to a small collection of high-tech goodies but he wasn't about to trust some unknown country bumpkin's definition of high tech when he could easily bring his own. Everything he wasn't bringing was neatly packed into boxes and stacked into a corner of the closet. He had also been kind enough to meticulously clean the room and leave an extensive list of expectations for the occupant his roommate had found for while Rodney was away. He took a deep breath and fervently hoped he wouldn't regret this uncharacteristic decision. After a moment he turned, grabbed the last bag and left the room, closing the door behind him.

Rodney left the bag sitting in the entranceway of the little graduate housing apartment he shared before making his way into the kitchen one last time. He never really thought he could get along with someone other than family well enough to stand living with them but his roommate and he had so much in common he had found it surprisingly easy to settle into a comfortable familiarity and even a friendship of sorts.

Kevin was pouring over some books and munching on some chips. He had opted to take summer classes for the first time this year, strange that this was the only time Rodney wasn't taking classes.

"You off?" Kevin asked, closing a book and leaning back in his chair.

"Yeah." Rodney opened the refrigerator and grabbed the last of the food that was *his*. He piled a few bottled drinks and various snacks into a bag. The rest of the food that he had bought was being donated to Kevin.

"You already got the place rented, right?"

"Yeah."

"Just make sure they get my list. I don't want to come back to a disaster area."

"Don't worry. They're really clean, I did my homework, and I know you well enough by now."

"Yes, well, you should." Rodney sighed. This was a little strange. He'd never had someone he would come so close to calling a friend. He really didn't know the proper way to leave this.

Kevin stood up and gave Rodney a quick half-hug, "See you, McKay."

"Yeah, you too." Rodney grabbed his bag on they way out.

His little car was packed; he really hadn't wanted to risk leaving anything he might need behind. Rodney placed the food bag within easy reach and pulled the car onto the street. He had never really liked driving but plane tickets were always too expensive for him so long car rides were just something he had forced himself to get used to, only this time he wasn't heading north.