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I know this is a tad short... there will be a properly long installment over the weekend, to go with my long weekend... woo!
Title: The Past Always Finds You - Part Seven
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kellifer_fic
Characters: Team
Rating: PG13
Note: Prologue - the sga_flashfic entry Minor In Action
Spoilers: None.
*Thanks to my beta superfox*
Link to Part One
Summary: “You can’t. They belong here. If we do this now they may never trust us and we’ll…” Rodney looked pale and stricken. “We'll lose them again.”
…Then…
The first blast left a ringing in his ears and the second left him blind. He pitched forward onto his face and someone stepped on his back, right at the tail of his spine and he would’ve protested if he didn’t have a face full of dirt. He lifted his head slowly and realised that it must have been later because although his vision was blurred, it was back to some degree and there was also no one around.
“Hello?” he croaked to the flat expanse of land around him. The grass was blackened in a halo surrounding him. Something clicked in Sheppard’s brain and he realised he was alone.
“Lorne!” he screamed.
The not so distant Now…
“We have to get them out of the city.”
Despite his leg, Daniel could move when he wanted to and Rodney found he was practically running to keep up with Daniel’s stiff legged gait. Elizabeth was on Daniel’s other side, looking grim and Rodney’s gaze skimmed over her, looking for support that he didn’t find.
“You can’t just chuck them through the gate!” Rodney protested, his voice high. He couldn’t believe everything was happening so fast. He and Radek had presented their suspicions, and he had been careful to reiterate that they were purely still unfounded suspicions and now Carson and Radek were back in the labs with their samples trying to get a definite answer and Daniel and Elizabeth were making a decision on the fly, based in Rodney’s opinion, on nothing concrete.
“Rodney! We’re not just pitching them through the wormhole. They’d be taken to Charlie site. It’s the most logical-“
Rodney skirted them both and managed to halt their progress by planting himself in the middle of the hallway. “You can’t. They belong here. If we do this now they may never trust us and we’ll…” Rodney looked pale and stricken. “We'll lose them again.”
Daniel crossed his arms, looking deeply tired. “When are you wrong?” he asked, his tone resigned.
Rodney opened his mouth and then closed it again. “I have on occasion been a little rash-“
“You and Doctor Zelenka are the best minds we have. Tell me you’re wrong, that there is no way keeping them here could be dangerous to Atlantis or Earth itself. Tell me that.”
Rodney threw up his hands. “It’s so easy for you to come swanning in here and playing at being in charge when all the while-“
“Rodney,” Daniel interjected, his tone gentle and derailing the rant Rodney was building up to halfway through. “Yelling at me about my shortcomings, vast as they may be, doesn’t tell me what I need to hear to keep them in this city.”
Rodney, looking haggard and defeated, stepped aside.
***
John bristled as soon as the marines entered the room. The two at the door came to attention only a second earlier and their expressions changed from bored to determined, something that set off all kinds of warning bells in John’s head.
“I’m sorry, Sirs, but you’ll have to come with us,” one of them said very politely, reaching out a hand in Lorne’s direction. John leaned forward at the same moment, snagging the cuff of Lorne’s shirt and yanking the smaller man behind him.
“You don’t want to ever touch him,” John growled.
***
Rodney was swinging back and forth in one of the control room chairs, Ronon watching him with a bemused expression. “I’m sorry, what?”
“I said, at this very moment four hardy marines are getting their asses handed to them and then we’re going to be in a lot of trouble.”
“How do you know that?” Ronon asked, one eyebrow raised.
“Well, I’m not sure if anyone has ever told you about this, but there was once this people called the Genii and a group of them came through to Atlantis, trying to take over the city…”
***
All four marines had shifted focus to John, thinking he would be their main obstacle and once he was incapacitated, they would be home free.
Lorne, quicker than he looked and certainly stronger, soon changed their minds and the marines found that two to one wasn’t very good odds when fighting men who were desperately trying to protect each other. They tried to back off and explain just what they were there for, but by then it was too late and all four ended up flat on their backs, out cold.
Later, sitting in Daniel’s office and trying to explain just what had happened, Major Epps wished desperately that he could pitch himself off the nearest balcony because their worst case scenario had been realised.
John Sheppard was loose in Atlantis, and he was pissed.
Part Eight
Title: The Past Always Finds You - Part Seven
Author:
kellifer_ficCharacters: Team
Rating: PG13
Note: Prologue - the sga_flashfic entry Minor In Action
Spoilers: None.
*Thanks to my beta superfox*
Link to Part One
Summary: “You can’t. They belong here. If we do this now they may never trust us and we’ll…” Rodney looked pale and stricken. “We'll lose them again.”
The first blast left a ringing in his ears and the second left him blind. He pitched forward onto his face and someone stepped on his back, right at the tail of his spine and he would’ve protested if he didn’t have a face full of dirt. He lifted his head slowly and realised that it must have been later because although his vision was blurred, it was back to some degree and there was also no one around.
“Hello?” he croaked to the flat expanse of land around him. The grass was blackened in a halo surrounding him. Something clicked in Sheppard’s brain and he realised he was alone.
“Lorne!” he screamed.
“We have to get them out of the city.”
Despite his leg, Daniel could move when he wanted to and Rodney found he was practically running to keep up with Daniel’s stiff legged gait. Elizabeth was on Daniel’s other side, looking grim and Rodney’s gaze skimmed over her, looking for support that he didn’t find.
“You can’t just chuck them through the gate!” Rodney protested, his voice high. He couldn’t believe everything was happening so fast. He and Radek had presented their suspicions, and he had been careful to reiterate that they were purely still unfounded suspicions and now Carson and Radek were back in the labs with their samples trying to get a definite answer and Daniel and Elizabeth were making a decision on the fly, based in Rodney’s opinion, on nothing concrete.
“Rodney! We’re not just pitching them through the wormhole. They’d be taken to Charlie site. It’s the most logical-“
Rodney skirted them both and managed to halt their progress by planting himself in the middle of the hallway. “You can’t. They belong here. If we do this now they may never trust us and we’ll…” Rodney looked pale and stricken. “We'll lose them again.”
Daniel crossed his arms, looking deeply tired. “When are you wrong?” he asked, his tone resigned.
Rodney opened his mouth and then closed it again. “I have on occasion been a little rash-“
“You and Doctor Zelenka are the best minds we have. Tell me you’re wrong, that there is no way keeping them here could be dangerous to Atlantis or Earth itself. Tell me that.”
Rodney threw up his hands. “It’s so easy for you to come swanning in here and playing at being in charge when all the while-“
“Rodney,” Daniel interjected, his tone gentle and derailing the rant Rodney was building up to halfway through. “Yelling at me about my shortcomings, vast as they may be, doesn’t tell me what I need to hear to keep them in this city.”
Rodney, looking haggard and defeated, stepped aside.
John bristled as soon as the marines entered the room. The two at the door came to attention only a second earlier and their expressions changed from bored to determined, something that set off all kinds of warning bells in John’s head.
“I’m sorry, Sirs, but you’ll have to come with us,” one of them said very politely, reaching out a hand in Lorne’s direction. John leaned forward at the same moment, snagging the cuff of Lorne’s shirt and yanking the smaller man behind him.
“You don’t want to ever touch him,” John growled.
Rodney was swinging back and forth in one of the control room chairs, Ronon watching him with a bemused expression. “I’m sorry, what?”
“I said, at this very moment four hardy marines are getting their asses handed to them and then we’re going to be in a lot of trouble.”
“How do you know that?” Ronon asked, one eyebrow raised.
“Well, I’m not sure if anyone has ever told you about this, but there was once this people called the Genii and a group of them came through to Atlantis, trying to take over the city…”
All four marines had shifted focus to John, thinking he would be their main obstacle and once he was incapacitated, they would be home free.
Lorne, quicker than he looked and certainly stronger, soon changed their minds and the marines found that two to one wasn’t very good odds when fighting men who were desperately trying to protect each other. They tried to back off and explain just what they were there for, but by then it was too late and all four ended up flat on their backs, out cold.
Later, sitting in Daniel’s office and trying to explain just what had happened, Major Epps wished desperately that he could pitch himself off the nearest balcony because their worst case scenario had been realised.
John Sheppard was loose in Atlantis, and he was pissed.
Part Eight