Locked Out
Disclaimer: I own Sara. But not any of the others. I just like playing in the sandbox that is Stargate Atlantis.
Sara stumbled down the hallway to her room. Her boss had kept her up all night long, yapping about how many mistakes she had made in her work. Only he would notice tiny spelling mistakes! Even Radek agreed that McKay was taking it a bit far.
She waved her hand over the sensor. It beeped at her, and the door refused to open. Sara sighed, and pulled off the panel. She tried rearranging the crystals, to no effect.
Sara had had enough. Her boss was hell incarnate, her good night's sleep had vanished and now her door wouldn't open. She sat down in the hallway with her head in her hands, feeling that it couldn't get any worse. Then she started crying quietly.
Nobody came along the hallway for a long time. It was early morning, and the only people who were awake were in the control room, watching over the stargate. But eventually, Sara heard footsteps. She didn't lift her head, too tired and fed up to even try.
The footsteps stopped right in front of her. "Whatcha doing?"
Sara stiffened. She recognized that voice. From when General O'Neill had visited the labs. Oh great, that's all I need. A military guy. He'll just look at me weird, or yell at me, and I've had just about enough! She glared at him. "Look, my boss has kept me up all night telling me exactly what I've done wrong, so I haven't had any sleep! Now my door won't open, AND YOU'RE ASKING ME WHAT'S WRONG?"
O'Neill paused. He sat down beside her and put his arm around her. "Sorry. McKay can be hell, I know. What's wrong with your door?"
"Dunno. Tried breaking in, didn't work. Wasn't gonna call my boss down to fix it, after the way I nearly bit off his head." Sara sniffed. Maybe this general guy is as cool as everybody says he is. "Honestly, I reckon he did it just to get back at me. The guy's a petty moron."
"I've got an idea, if you want to hear it."
"If it involves an axe and McKay's head, I'm in."
"I was thinking more of a prank, but there could be an axe. Just not with his head."
"Ok."
"We need to go to the armoury. Come on."
"I thought you needed a code or something to get a gun out." Sara walked with him.
"I'm a general, remember. It comes with certain…privileges. Like borrowing a paintball gun. Or two."
Colonel Sheppard passed the pair on his way to the mess hall. That's weird. Very weird. Then he walked into the mess, and saw McKay.
McKay was covered head to toe in paint. The kind of paint used in paintball guns. He glared at Sheppard. "What are you looking at?"
"Who did this?"
"That's what we've been trying to figure out." Ronon said.
"I passed General O'Neill and one of your geeks in the hallway. They looked awfully smug about something."
"Which one?" Rodney asked. He was incensed at the thought of one of his own playing a dirty trick on him.
"Short brown hair, slightly wonky glasses, female, relatively cute. 'Cept for the way she was smiling. Like a predator."
"Sara. Figures. This must be some sort of revenge."
"For what?" Teyla asked.
"She made a lot of mistakes in a report. Then she got angry when I told her about it, and stormed out, yelling something about how I'm a stupid moron. I've requested her transfer back to Earth."
"Ok…" Sheppard was interrupted by somebody telling him he was needed in the conference room.
When he got down there, John was confronted with General O'Neill and Sara, both of them wearing the same grin on their faces.
In all seriousness, John really couldn't be blamed for screaming and throwing himself at Sara when he saw the paintball guns lying on the table.