Yay, my first Stargate Fan-fic! Although it is a crossover...Anyways, please Read & Review! Sorry, it's a short one. I'll try to make the next one longer, I promise!
CHAPTER ONE
Doctor Rodney McKay trotted after Lietunent Colonel John Sheppard, jabbering about how much he hated forests. Sheppard was trying to ignore his companion, humming a tune to himself.
It took him several moments to realize McKay had stopped chattering. He turned towards him, his mouth open to say something witty, but instead, what came out was, "Rodney? Where the hell are you?"
There was a groan and Rodney's voice squeaked, "Right here." There was a pause, and then: "Oh, God! Don't kill me. I didn't do anything!"
Sheppard whirled round, his machine gun out and loaded. What he was expecting to see was McKay, his back pressed against a tree, his eyes wide with fear, and a big, ugly alien, poison-tipped claws pressed against Rodney's breast. What he actually saw was Rodney, sprawled on the ground, his eyes wide with fear, and a tall man standing over him, pointing a small silver penlight at Rodney's chest, a bemused expression on his face.
Sheppard couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. Sure, Rodney was okay if your laptop was broken, but he did get annoying sometimes, especially if you had to spend almost every day with him.
Sheppard pointed his gun at the man. "I don't know who the hell you are, but if you hurt him, I will shoot."
The stranger raised his hands and took a step away from Rodney. "Sorry, sorry, so sorry!" he mumbled.
Rodney glared at him. "You tripped me!"
The stranger kicked him. "And you have an annoying voice. I think we're even." The man turned to Sheppard. "Er…you're not from here, are you? If you know what I mean…"
Sheppard shook his head, not daring to lower his weapon. "We're just travelers. Well, explorers, more like."
The man nodded knowingly. "Aaah. So you wouldn't mind if I…" He knelt down beside McKay and, with a faint buzzing, moved the penlight back and forth over Rodney's leg.
Sheppard eyed it suspiciously. "Is that some sort of scanner thing?"
"Mmm-hmm," the man grunted. He got his feet. "He's got a sprained hip and a bruised ankle."
Sheppard stared at him. "Are you some sort of doctor?"
He only shrugged. "I guess."