A/N: Possible prequel to my 'fic "Bruised Pride," but could probably stand alone. Inspired (as always) by BiteMeTechie's "100 starting lines" on the WPBA forum. Line #118, "Who ate all the Power Bars?"
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"Who ate all the Power Bars?" an irate voice bellowed. Teyla Emmagan, John Sheppard, and Ronon Dex paused in their meal. They looked around the commissary for the source of the complaint, and there, standing in the doorway, in all his intelligent splendor, was Rodney McKay.
"I demand to know who did it!" he shrieked. He looked truly very upset. His hair was mussed into all sorts of pokey angles, his clothes was rumpled, and his eyes were bloodshot and staring.
Teyla looked at John, wide-eyed and questioning. He shrugged and said, "Don't look at me, I got pie."
They both looked across the table, but their dining companion was gone.
"I wonder..." John started, but was cut off by an inhuman yell that resounded through the halls.
"I WANT MY POWER BARS!!!"
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Carson Beckett rushed through the door, pulling on his latex gloves as he went.
"Wha's goin' on?" he demanded.
Crouched by the prostrate body of the city's top astrophysicist, Sheppard looked up and shook his head bewilderedly.
"He just . . . collapsed, Doc, I can't explain it, all I know is that one minute he was yelling about power bars, and the next he was out cold!"
Carson kneeled next to Rodney's body and checked for a pulse.
"He's still with us, but his heartbeat's very weak. We'll need to get him on oxygen and an IV stat." He started barking orders at the nurses who had come running when the alarm was sounded. Within minutes, Rodney was in the infirmary and his condition had been stabilized.
"His condition has been stabilized," Carson said, taking off his stethoscope. "But ah don' know fer how long. He really was jus' talkin' abou' power bars?"
John nodded, looking to Teyla for conformation. She nodded as well, then added, "Screaming would be a more accurate term for it. He seemed very upset and kept claiming that someone had eaten all of the power bars."
"In the entire city? I find tha' a bit hard to believe," scoffed Carson.
John made a non-committal noise and looked around.
"Didn't Ronon say he was really hungry when we came back from our last mission?"
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A/N: Meh. The ending will probably make more sense if you read "Bruised Pride" but I'm hoping it's not too confusing. Teehee, Carson's fun to write, so many apostrophes... Gotta love those Scots.
