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Red Sky At Dawn - Part Three
Title: Red Sky At Dawn - Part Three
Author: Kellifer_fic
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis, that is,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
pegasus_b
Rating: Mild (later chapters mature)
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. They come from the SciFi Original Series Stargate:Atlantis. Don't own, don't sue!
Summary - “How about I make you a deal? You don’t come into my lab and start smashing fragile pieces of technology with a book, and I won’t come up to the infirmary and start bashing you patients in the head.”
Notes: Branching off from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
raqs 's Under a Broken Moon
Continuation from The Palest Sky
“Doctor McKay!”
His name screeched caused Rodney to jerk, managing to spill scalding hot coffee over his hand. He in turn yelped, dancing around the labs with his hand cradled to his chest before spinning to glare at who had been the cause of his injury.
“Oh, perfect! Were you bored and needed more patients?” Rodney demanded, seeing Keelan skid to a halt in his doorway. She ignored his snarky comment and dumped a loosely wrapped object on his table. Rodney looked at it and realized there was actual blood on the covering. “What the hell are you doing?”
“My scans revealed a foreign object in his body. I was able to remove it and there is a tiny light that’s bleeping. I’m not very techie but I have a bad feeling I know what this is.”
Rodney had been running his hand under cold water and looked up at Keelan, blinking. “What scans? His who? What the hell are you talking about?” Rodney danced away when Keelan held out a small object at him. She rolled her eyes and shoved it into his hands with more determination until Rodney was forced to take it.
“It’s bleeping!” she repeated and Rodney finally looked at the tiny object that had been thrust into his fingers. His brow furrowed as he used fingertips and the bottom of his shirt to wipe away some of the blood.
Cold certainty gripped him.
“This is Wraith technology.”
xxxxxx
“What’s all the hubbub?” John asked, stepping off his puddlejumper. He’d been hoping for a little time off but had been recalled by an agitated sounding Elizabeth. He’d made a joke about being on his honeymoon but she’d patiently asked him to return, not offering further explanation.
She’d simply said, “We’re on an open channel, John. I just need you back here.”
Teyla had already been packing the clothing they’d brought across to the mainland when he looked at her and they took a moment to smile at each other, a silent communication running between them that yes, this was their lives and they would be anything but peaceful.
Elizabeth met them in the control room and smiled apologetically. “I’m sorry to have called you back, but I wanted my senior officers here.” She offered by way of explanation.
“I’ll see you back in our quarters,” Teyla offered but Elizabeth turned eyes on her.
“No, Teyla. I’d like you to come too. You know a lot of the people from different planets in this system and your knowledge might be useful.”
Teyla and John raised eyebrows at each other.
She led them down to a lower section of the city, only recently classed habitable. It had been a surprising discovery as it turned out to be the Ancient equivalent of a brig. There was a cell whose bars looked to be more ornamental than useful, and that’s what they’d turned out mostly to be. They were simply the markers of an energy barrier.
Ducking into the cool depths of the brig, John pulled up short and Teyla ran into his back. She went up on tiptoes to look over his shoulder and gasped in surprise. Sitting in the middle of the cell, cross-legged and with head bowed, was a man she had never seen before. Even sitting, she could tell he would be large, a mane of dreadlocks covering his head and wearing clothes that had been repaired many times and had seen better days.
“Hel-lo?” John turned curious eyes on Jack, who was already present and had hunkered down next to the cell so that he was on a level with the man.
“He was brought through from M5R-989.” Jack supplied. “Apparently our guys got him hit by a Wraith stunner and so brought him back through with them.”
“Christ, that’s not good.”
“No, I’d agree with that assessment. He yelled a whole lot about being set free when he first woke up but this time he’s not so talkative.” Jack waved a hand at their guest in a helpless gesture.
John looked from Elizabeth and then back to Teyla. He inclined his head and she nodded.
She approached the bars of the cell and mimicked Jack, hunkering down. “Greetings. I am Teyla Emmagen of the Athosian people. We do not wish you harm. What is your name?”
The man raised his head sharply and looked at Teyla, eyes narrowing. “I’ve heard of the Athosian people. They’re fairly primitive.” His voice was a low rumble and he raised an eyebrow, looking about his cell.
“Nomadic, not primitive,” Teyla snapped and the man snorted.
“Are you going to try and tell me these are Athosians too?” he prompted, indicating Jack, John and Elizabeth with a wave of his hand.
“No, these people come from another galaxy. They are known as humans.”
The man took his time looking over the other three people in the room, before his eyes finally settled on Jack. Without looking away from him, he said, “Teyla of the Athosians. Tell these people that they need to release me as soon as possible. I am a threat to their safety.”
“You’re military, aren’t you?” Jack hazarded and the man’s eyes hardened. Taking a chance, he barked. “Name and rank, soldier.”
“Specialist Ronon Dex,” Ronon answered and then his face hardened.
“Well, now we’re getting somewhere.” Jack grinned. “Now, why are you so dangerous?”
xxxxxx
“You leaning over my shoulder doesn’t help,” Rodney snapped. He could see that Keelan was fascinated with what he was doing and also just dying to tell him what she thought the object was that he was handling, but he’d snorted, said something obligatorily nasty about medicine as a science and she had quickly closed her mouth, but hadn’t actually left.
“Oh my god.” Rodney turned his head, coughing roughly and then turning back to glare at Keelan. “The least you could have done was clean off the blood and guts from this thing.”
“No guts,” Keelan said primly. “It came out of his back. There may be spinal fluid though.” Rodney looked at her, appalled, and she grinned back at him, shrugging.
“Just, stop interrupting me. I need to-“ Rodney paused, noticing something.
“What?” Keelan prompted.
“My god, this is a tracer device.”
“Is that like a tracker?” Keelan asked.
Rodney blinked at her. “Yes, it’s a tracer device and was made by the Wraith and was in a human…and it’s still transmitting!” Rodney exclaimed when he brought his hand-held device towards it to measure its readings.
“Oh my god!” Keelan exclaimed, leant across the table and snagged up the heaviest looking object she could find, which happened to be a science journal. She brought it down in an arc towards the tracer that Rodney had just put on the table. Rodney squeaked and shoved the tracer out of the way, thereby getting his hand smashed by the book.
“Are you crazy?” he yelled, cradling his burnt and now mashed fingers to his chest.
“I’m sorry! I thought if it was a tracer we should destroy it.”
“It’s more important for me to find out just what kind of range this thing has, how long it’s been transmitting for and if there’s any way to reverse the signal. I can’t do that if it’s in itty bitty pieces all over the floor.”
Keelan grimaced. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t think.”
“How about I make you a deal? You don’t come into my lab and start smashing fragile pieces of technology with a book, and I won’t come up to the infirmary and start bashing you patients in the head.”
“That’s hardly the same-“
Rodney held up a hand. “To me, it is.”
Part Four
Author: Kellifer_fic
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis, that is,
pegasus_bRating: Mild (later chapters mature)
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. They come from the SciFi Original Series Stargate:Atlantis. Don't own, don't sue!
Summary - “How about I make you a deal? You don’t come into my lab and start smashing fragile pieces of technology with a book, and I won’t come up to the infirmary and start bashing you patients in the head.”
Notes: Branching off from
raqs 's Under a Broken MoonContinuation from The Palest Sky
“Doctor McKay!”
His name screeched caused Rodney to jerk, managing to spill scalding hot coffee over his hand. He in turn yelped, dancing around the labs with his hand cradled to his chest before spinning to glare at who had been the cause of his injury.
“Oh, perfect! Were you bored and needed more patients?” Rodney demanded, seeing Keelan skid to a halt in his doorway. She ignored his snarky comment and dumped a loosely wrapped object on his table. Rodney looked at it and realized there was actual blood on the covering. “What the hell are you doing?”
“My scans revealed a foreign object in his body. I was able to remove it and there is a tiny light that’s bleeping. I’m not very techie but I have a bad feeling I know what this is.”
Rodney had been running his hand under cold water and looked up at Keelan, blinking. “What scans? His who? What the hell are you talking about?” Rodney danced away when Keelan held out a small object at him. She rolled her eyes and shoved it into his hands with more determination until Rodney was forced to take it.
“It’s bleeping!” she repeated and Rodney finally looked at the tiny object that had been thrust into his fingers. His brow furrowed as he used fingertips and the bottom of his shirt to wipe away some of the blood.
Cold certainty gripped him.
“This is Wraith technology.”
xxxxxx
“What’s all the hubbub?” John asked, stepping off his puddlejumper. He’d been hoping for a little time off but had been recalled by an agitated sounding Elizabeth. He’d made a joke about being on his honeymoon but she’d patiently asked him to return, not offering further explanation.
She’d simply said, “We’re on an open channel, John. I just need you back here.”
Teyla had already been packing the clothing they’d brought across to the mainland when he looked at her and they took a moment to smile at each other, a silent communication running between them that yes, this was their lives and they would be anything but peaceful.
Elizabeth met them in the control room and smiled apologetically. “I’m sorry to have called you back, but I wanted my senior officers here.” She offered by way of explanation.
“I’ll see you back in our quarters,” Teyla offered but Elizabeth turned eyes on her.
“No, Teyla. I’d like you to come too. You know a lot of the people from different planets in this system and your knowledge might be useful.”
Teyla and John raised eyebrows at each other.
She led them down to a lower section of the city, only recently classed habitable. It had been a surprising discovery as it turned out to be the Ancient equivalent of a brig. There was a cell whose bars looked to be more ornamental than useful, and that’s what they’d turned out mostly to be. They were simply the markers of an energy barrier.
Ducking into the cool depths of the brig, John pulled up short and Teyla ran into his back. She went up on tiptoes to look over his shoulder and gasped in surprise. Sitting in the middle of the cell, cross-legged and with head bowed, was a man she had never seen before. Even sitting, she could tell he would be large, a mane of dreadlocks covering his head and wearing clothes that had been repaired many times and had seen better days.
“Hel-lo?” John turned curious eyes on Jack, who was already present and had hunkered down next to the cell so that he was on a level with the man.
“He was brought through from M5R-989.” Jack supplied. “Apparently our guys got him hit by a Wraith stunner and so brought him back through with them.”
“Christ, that’s not good.”
“No, I’d agree with that assessment. He yelled a whole lot about being set free when he first woke up but this time he’s not so talkative.” Jack waved a hand at their guest in a helpless gesture.
John looked from Elizabeth and then back to Teyla. He inclined his head and she nodded.
She approached the bars of the cell and mimicked Jack, hunkering down. “Greetings. I am Teyla Emmagen of the Athosian people. We do not wish you harm. What is your name?”
The man raised his head sharply and looked at Teyla, eyes narrowing. “I’ve heard of the Athosian people. They’re fairly primitive.” His voice was a low rumble and he raised an eyebrow, looking about his cell.
“Nomadic, not primitive,” Teyla snapped and the man snorted.
“Are you going to try and tell me these are Athosians too?” he prompted, indicating Jack, John and Elizabeth with a wave of his hand.
“No, these people come from another galaxy. They are known as humans.”
The man took his time looking over the other three people in the room, before his eyes finally settled on Jack. Without looking away from him, he said, “Teyla of the Athosians. Tell these people that they need to release me as soon as possible. I am a threat to their safety.”
“You’re military, aren’t you?” Jack hazarded and the man’s eyes hardened. Taking a chance, he barked. “Name and rank, soldier.”
“Specialist Ronon Dex,” Ronon answered and then his face hardened.
“Well, now we’re getting somewhere.” Jack grinned. “Now, why are you so dangerous?”
xxxxxx
“You leaning over my shoulder doesn’t help,” Rodney snapped. He could see that Keelan was fascinated with what he was doing and also just dying to tell him what she thought the object was that he was handling, but he’d snorted, said something obligatorily nasty about medicine as a science and she had quickly closed her mouth, but hadn’t actually left.
“Oh my god.” Rodney turned his head, coughing roughly and then turning back to glare at Keelan. “The least you could have done was clean off the blood and guts from this thing.”
“No guts,” Keelan said primly. “It came out of his back. There may be spinal fluid though.” Rodney looked at her, appalled, and she grinned back at him, shrugging.
“Just, stop interrupting me. I need to-“ Rodney paused, noticing something.
“What?” Keelan prompted.
“My god, this is a tracer device.”
“Is that like a tracker?” Keelan asked.
Rodney blinked at her. “Yes, it’s a tracer device and was made by the Wraith and was in a human…and it’s still transmitting!” Rodney exclaimed when he brought his hand-held device towards it to measure its readings.
“Oh my god!” Keelan exclaimed, leant across the table and snagged up the heaviest looking object she could find, which happened to be a science journal. She brought it down in an arc towards the tracer that Rodney had just put on the table. Rodney squeaked and shoved the tracer out of the way, thereby getting his hand smashed by the book.
“Are you crazy?” he yelled, cradling his burnt and now mashed fingers to his chest.
“I’m sorry! I thought if it was a tracer we should destroy it.”
“It’s more important for me to find out just what kind of range this thing has, how long it’s been transmitting for and if there’s any way to reverse the signal. I can’t do that if it’s in itty bitty pieces all over the floor.”
Keelan grimaced. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t think.”
“How about I make you a deal? You don’t come into my lab and start smashing fragile pieces of technology with a book, and I won’t come up to the infirmary and start bashing you patients in the head.”
“That’s hardly the same-“
Rodney held up a hand. “To me, it is.”
Part Four