How to Make an Apple Pie.
By afg (siggy) – www.ofnoconsequence.com
Rating: PG
Category: God knows.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Feedback: siggy.63@btinernet.com
Note: Written for The GateShip Wednesday Short 'Crystal Skull' Challenge. 

~oOo~

Geeks don't get to meet hot women. Geeks with bad sinuses don't get to meet hot 
women with then even less frequency.  Rothman knew he was a geek first class and 
had been since fourth grade. He'd sailed through his SAT's three years before his 
peers. The professors at MIT had virtually licked his boots to get him on their courses. 
In fact his theories on particle waves had practically blown their collective socks off. 
He'd been a geek god up until he'd joined the Stargate Program. Now he is a grunt, a 
dull thinker, a Bonsai amongst Sequoias, and standing in front of him, right now, is 
the tallest Redwood of them all. Major Samantha Carter and she is, without a doubt, 
totally pissed off at him. 

What is he suppose to do? I mean it isn't as though he hasn't tried. He wants Daniel 
back as much as the next guy. Plus, if it stops Major Carter looking at him as though 
she's going to come at him with a length of cheese wire, then all the better, but he's 
got nothing. It's just a damn skull, much like you'd find in any new age boutique 
downtown.  No radiation, no sound waves no emissions at all. He's seen livelier meat 
pies in the canteen. If she would just look at him the way she sometimes looks at 
Colonel O'Neill. Hell he'd even settle for the way she looks at Colonel Maybourne. 
She has a smile that could make men move mountains, but not for him. He can't get 
Daniel back. He can't solve the problem. He isn't smart enough,
but, oh, how he longs to impress her. Just once for her to notice him and maybe say. 
"Hey, Rothman that's a cool idea." That would keep him going for months, he could 
live on one of her smiles. The way things are going, he'll be lucky if she ever makes 
eye contact with him again. He knows what it is, of course. All the geeks here are so 
damn good looking. Look at Jackson; the guy has women hanging onto his pant leg 
wherever he goes. Even Siler has better luck than him. How is he supposed to 
compete? Him with the big nose and ever-present phlegm, it just isn't fair. 

He often thinks about transferring back to Area 51, he would dazzle them over there, 
but how can he leave this? Just the smell of the place sets his pulse racing and he isn't 
just talking about the women. He can't leave the nexus of the planet's technological 
future He might be an idiot but he isn't stupid. He is going to hang on by his 
fingernails if it kills him, and maybe, just maybe, on one perfect day, when all the 
matter in the universe arranges itself into such a rare and benign confluence, Sam 
Carter will smile just for him. 

The end

End Note: Yep, it's a stupid title but, it's based on a great quote by Carl Sagan.
'If you want to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first create the universe.'