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POV: Elizabeth Weir

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Dangerous Toys

I sighed and looked at the load of paperwork piled up on my desk. I glanced at the computer screen to find that instead of clicking on a productive icon, I had clicked on the game of solitaire. I clicked it closed when the sound of footsteps reached my ears. I swiveled in my chair to turn and face whoever it was that wanted my attention.

The scowl on Rodney McKay's face almost made me wish that I could get back to the paperwork, but instead I put on my best face and inquired:

"So, Rodney, what is the problem this time?" The scowl deepened and I thought I knew the reason why.

"If you call putting John Sheppard in the same room with me 'amusing,' Elizabeth,I want you to take a look at the mess he made." The griping hadalready started and I braced myself for more of it. "He clearly does not know the significant value of 'silence' and 'staying out of the way.'"

"And the mess?" Rodney led me to the lab he had been working at since earlier this month, and opened the door. My jaw dropped. It was a mess. It looked as though a tornado or a bomb had gone off – the latter being not too far from the truth. "How did this happen?"

"Ah, yes, how did this happen? While I was trying to perform a delicate procedure, a certain, inquisitive someone happened to have been playing with a particular item that I had set aside with some care. I was not paying attention until something dropping caught my attention. John Sheppard had been playing with a mysterious item we had found on some planet or other." I bit my lip to keep from smiling at McKay's specifics. "It turns out…" he indicated the mess with a sick little smile on his face, "it was an explosive device." He turned grim again, as did I.

"And John Sheppard?" I heard myself say shakily.

"He was the closest, he was hit by a piece of flying shrapnel. He's in the infirmary" I didn't wait to hear the rest of the sentence, as I dashed down the narrow hallways of Atlantis. I nearly missed the door to the infirmary, but I was through it in a moment and found Carson missing. I grabbed a nearby nurse.

"Where's John Sheppard?" She looked surprised for a moment before pointing to a cubicle with curtain drawn. "Thanks." Despite the rushing, I walked slowly towards the cubicle, hearing Carson muttering to himself. Suddenly the curtain was pulled back, and I found myself facing a surprised Carson.

"Well, Elizabeth, I didn't think ta be seein' you so soon." A slight smile played at the corner of his lips.

"How is he?"

"Well, he'll be a bit sore, but otherwise he'll be fine. You can go on in now, if you wish." Carson excused himself to go see another patient while I entered the curtain.

What I found was a very much alive and griping John Sheppard. He held up a finger.

"Don't laugh, okay? It's bad enough having McKay and Carson know." I looked at John, still not knowing the reason why he was in the infirmary.

"Look, John, all I know so far is that you were hit with a piece of shrapnel. Are you okay?" He sighed and leaned back on the pillows heaped behind him.

"Oh, no," he sighed, "you heard Rodney's tale didn't you," it was a comment, rather than a question. "Well, look, here's my side. I was going to get Rodney for something, but on the way to his lab I forgot why." He gave me a glare to keep me from chuckling, but so far it hadn't been funny. "I entered his lab anyway and he saw me come in. Granted, he gave me a warning not to touch anything, but then, what was in the lab that looked dangerous anyway? Don't answer that. I waited until I could get Rodney's undivided attention so I could talk with him – and not just at – but he was always distracted. Finally I got tired and bored and walked over to find one of those paddleball things we've all had as kids."

After my questioning glance, he explained it further. "You know the wooden handle with the ball on the rubber-band? Well, anyway, I was playing with it when suddenly the rubber-band snapped. Before I could do anything, it flew against the wall and bounced back to smash into something…less protected. It happened to be some sort of explosive thing, because the next moment I felt as though I had been shot. I look down and there's this piece of rubber ball tucked into my arm," he held up his arm which was bandaged quite thickly. Next to the bed was a jar and in the jar was a pink item that looked suspiciously like a rubber ball.

"So you weren't hit by shrapnel?" The relief in my voice was clear. John smirked.

"Nope, but I aim to make that the story – what would happen to my reputation if people thought I could be disabled by a simple paddleball toy?" I couldn't help it, relief and amusement finding outlet through my laughing.

"What was Carson's recommendation?" I inquired. I didn't catch the grumbled reply, so I leaned closer, asking, "What?"

"I said: not to play with paddleballs." I looked over my shoulderto find a very smug Carson standing behind me. I glanced at the rubber ball in the jar and couldn't contain my amusement. Carson and I began to laugh, with John merely glaring at us.

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