Title: Bob – the pet rock
Author: Lady Valmar
Genre: General
Rating: K
Archive: FF, SGAHC, Wraithbait
Spoilers: Season 2 setting
Date: 05-11-06
Summary: Just read and don’t ask. This is my tribute to my pet rock bob. LOL!
Inspiration: Kind of got a plot bunny from reading Dark Wolf666’s “Attack of the Dust Bunnies”.
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I don’t own Stargate Atlantis or any of the characters, So stuff not owned by Stargate Atlantis is mine and therefore please ask and do not infringe nor steal my original themes, concepts, ideas or characters please.
Notes: This is an old post on fanfiction.net that I decided to submit here as well.


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                                                         Bob - the pet rock

                                                          By Lady Valmar

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*Melodramatic music ensues*

It wasn’t until he had returned that everybody had seen the change. The slight way he carried himself, different than before. He wasn’t particularly handsome or charming. He wasn’t your usual hero or even your geeky hero he was just himself and yet…different somehow…

All of Atlantis knew about the change within the hour of his arrival. He was still yelling as usual, screaming about bugs and dirt.

No it wasn’t that…

Perhaps it was the small green rock in his hand, with the words my pet rock scrawled across its surface and the fact that he was petting it and cooing at it.

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“For lack of a better word he was drugged. It looks to be some type of Marijuana though it’s a unique strain that I’ve never seen before,” commented Beckett, pacing from Rodney’s bedside, his clipboard in hand.

“Sheppppard! There are donut holes on my toilet seat!” giggled Rodney, drool sliding out his mouth.

Sheppard just stared at Rodney. “Uhh…doc?”

“Yes Colonel?”

“Do you know how long it will take for the effects to wear off?” asked Sheppard, his hands on his hips.

Rodney shouted in the background. “I hate it when people make fun of my Bob. He’s my pet you know and I see no reason to make funn…of him! Owww…Carson did you see the pretty pink butterflies just now…their soooo pretty!”

The two men looked at each other.

“He’ll be alright. It should wear off sometime tomorrow. Don’t worry I’ll keep an eye on em,” said Beckett.

“I hope so…”

Then both men promptly raced to Rodney’s side as he began poring water on his pet rock and dabbing it with a napkin.

“Rodney!”

“He was dirty!”