The True Story of Carson Beckett

CH 1

A/N: Beginning of Episode 3 .
Disclaimer: I do not own Stargate Atlantis.  If I did CARSON BECKETT WOULD HAVE NEVER DIED!!!! lol I do own my OCs though.

"Have you found anyone yet?"

Carson was silent for a moment a blush lighting up his face, "No.  No, I've been far too busy."

"Actually I was talking to the mice but how about you?" Rodney stood up straight walking over to Carson.  "There are plenty of beautiful Athosian women here.  I mean we saved their lives, we have to cash this in before they realize we're total losers."

Carson shook his head smiling as Rodney prepared himself for the ATA gene therapy.  "I'm surprised at you Rodney.  Being the first to undergo human trials."

"Wait what?"

Carson suppressed a chuckle as he explained everything to Rodney ending the man's hesitance by sticking the needle into his arm.  Rodney let out a whimper before Carson shooed him off.  Carson leaned against the counter with a smile, thinking about the woman Rodney reminded him about.  He chuckled before grabbing a load of files on the Athosians.  Weir had asked him to give them a full medical examination and immunizations.  By the 4th Athosian he was rubbing his neck, "I need lunch," he muttered as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"I can come back later?"

He jumped with a start and turned to the arrival of his newest patient.  He breathed in heavily a blush forming on his cheeks, "N--no, no, it's alright love, just a wee bit peckish.  I'll be fine, honestly."

"Are you sure?" the brunette smiled softly at him, her chocolate brown eyes studying him.  "Doctor?"

"Huh?" What was she saying? "Oh, right.  Mhmm, yes, very sure.  It's nice to officially meet you."

"Meet me?" she slipped a strand of hair behind her ear before covering her face with her hand.

"Oh...  Uh----...  T--Teyla told me about you.  Said your family were the doctors of your people.  P--Prylen wasn't it?"

"Yes.  My mother and father have taught me everything I know," He knew his scottish lilt made her name sound more like the "praline" cookies then how her own people spoke it, but thankfully she didn't correct him.

"Maybe we could have lunch together sometime---and talk over our medical knowledge I mean."

"I'd like that," she smiled, "Maybe you should take a break now and we could go get lunch?"

He smiled, "Sounds good.  Doctor Anderson?"  An older woman with wire rimmed glasses wheeled her chair across the floor before peeking out from behind a curtain.

"Yes, Doctor?"

"I'm going to lunch.  Do you mind doing the next examination?"

The woman looked at Prylen and smiled, "I'd love too," she got up and strode over, thrusting a hand out for Prylen, "It's a handshake dear," she took the younger woman's hand in hers and shook lightly, "It's nice to meet you, I'm Doctor Gwenyth Anderson."