Wee Lass by Baalsgirl
Disclaimer: I neither own Stargate Atlantis, nor any of the original characters or settings used.
All I own is the story line and one non-original character.
Rating: PG / K
Season: 1 (I still wonder if 2'll be shown in spring...)
Spoilers: not really
Pairings: Rodney / Carson / John
Summary: A cute, little someone brought back from a mission causes our boys quite some trouble.
By chance, she even turns Carson into a conspiring, Gaelic mother hen.
Dedications: To all Carson, Ducky and kilt adorers in general; to Dr Dredd and Lou in particular: Gals, many thankies for the all great stories / merci beaucoup pour la attention :-).
AN: And again I've come up with some girl to tease the boys. Hopefully it'll be an enjoyable read for you this time ;-) .
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Sergeant Bates happened to be in the gate room as Major Sheppard's team returned from their mission. A certain feeling in the Marine's stomach made him stay, to wait and see what dangerous thing they might bring back this time. As he had suspected something like that jumped into his face not two minutes later:
Major Sheppard was the first one to pass him, followed by Lieutenant Ford, Teyla, McKay and something small, with curly, blonde hair, looking up at him with big, purple-blue eyes.
"Major?", he turned to Sheppard.
"Bates?" the major looked at him coolly.
"Who is that?" he exquired sternly, pointing at the intruder.
Sheppard chuckled, "Ah, that. I'd say it's a little girl who followed us. I think she likes you."
"Sir...", Bates raised his voice to protest, but was stopped by the little girl bouncing into his arms and smooching him all over the face, talking some kind of gibberish of which he couldn't make head or tail.
Nervously the sergeant tried to fend her off, but she was clinging to his body far too tightly. One of his men present tried to help him but didn't have much success, either; out of further tricks he finally aimed the Wraith stunner he was carrying and before anyone the team could hold him off, he shot the little girl.
"Hey!" John yelled at the two Marines.
"What's going on with you guys, shooting a helpless little kid?" Rodney yapped in addition.
That moment Elizabeth Weir came running down the stairs from the control tower, "What's going on here?" she inquired, eyeing everyone with a highly displeased look on her face.
"Obviously someone needed a little bang-around with his stunner", John filled her in with a sharp glare into Bates's direction, "Somebody'd better give Beckett a call."
That same moment the door slid open and Carson Beckett entered the scene, "What happened?" he enquired as he saw the crouched, human heap lying on the ground.
"Our Marines, here", Rodney explained, furiously pointing into a certain direction, "don't like children at all."
For a moment the Scottish physician looked at Bates and his subordinate, then questioned icily, "You shot her with that Wraith stunner?"
"Y-yes, sir", the young Marine carrying the stunner replied dutifully.
On that Beckett let off an angry tirade on appropriate measures, "What the bloody hell were you thinking? Firing a stunner at a wee little bairn! Do you have the slightest idea what damage one shot might cause to such a tiny person?"
"But I had no other choice", the guard defended himself, "the kid was acting hostile."
Still fuming Carson picked up the little girl and trotted off to infirmary, muttering, "I'll show you something about acting hostile..."
As the Scotsman had left, Rodney glared at the security officers gloomily, "Pray he's no longer cross with you on your next visit to infirmary."
With his expression turning into a content sneer he then followed his fellow team members to the briefing room.
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"Hello there", Carson smiled at his little patient as she opened her eyes again. He was about to ask her how she felt as she suddenly leapt to stand on the bed with a squeal and pressed a big, fat kiss onto his cheek.
"Och, aye, you're welcome", amused he set the not quite four feet tall power kid back down on the bed.
"I'm Carson by the way", he introduced himself with a sympathetic handshake, "and how about you, wee lass?"
"Wee lass, wee lass!" the girl cheered, jabbering on in some strange, incomprehensible language.
"Oh, well", the Scotsman sighed, "let's try something else", he crouched down in front of the child, pointing at himself slowly saying his name.
Indeed the little one seemed to comprehend what he wanted, "Carson, Carson!" she repeated happily before turning to point at herself squeaking, "Dana."
Content with the progress Carson grinned at her, "Hello, Dana-love, nice to meet you."
"Don't try teaching the poor girl your brogue."
With a slightly disgruntled face the Highlander turned around, "Major. How long have you been standing there?"
"Five minutes, maybe ten", Sheppard smirked innocently, "just wanted to see how our cute, little guest is faring."
"Quite well, I'd say", switching from an offended glare back to a normal look, Carson started giving the major some facts, "judging from the fact that the Stunner hit her right into the back, it's even a little miracle she's whirling around like this", pulling a really dark face, he added, "if I get my hands on that bloody irresponsible bugger of a Marine..."
John seemed to share his feeling, but said, "Calm down, Doc. Weir has already yelled him to about that size", he showed it between his thumb and index finger.
"He'd better not show up down here, though", Beckett grumbled.
That moment Dana called their attention with a cheerful titter.
"Oh, right", John remarked, "I haven't introduced myself, yet", smiling he approached her, "Dana, right? I'm John", he gestured at himself, "John."
"John!" with a merry hop, Dana pressed a smooch onto his nose.
That moment Rodney burst into the scene, "Seemingly you two've got a new fan club", he retorted, waving at Dana. "Hey, you, I'm Rod-ney", he told her with extreme slowness.
"Ron!" she stated, giving him a strong poke into the side, followed by a mischievous giggle.
"Ow!" Rodney hopped up and down with a melodramatic look on his face, "that little madcap...", he exclaimed to the chuckles of both John and Carson.
"And it's RODNEY for you", he announced angrily into Dana's direction.
"Ron!"
McKay let out a pained groan.
"Perhaps it'd help if you stopped mumbling like that", Sheppard grinned at him stupidly.
"Maybe", rubbing his bruised side, Rodney trotted off again, leaving behind two still giggling colleagues and a little girl chattering to herself in a strange vernacular.
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With a sigh Carson shut the lid of his laptop, rubbing his eyes. He had worked through the night once again and It was morning already. Now he pondered whether he'd pay the cafeteria a visit before he rolled in or not. As he was just about to leave, somebody tugged at his lab coat.
"Carson?" Dana stood right behind him, eyeing him closely with her big, blue eyes.
Carson knelt down in front of her, "What's the matter, love?"
She babbled something incomprehensible, obviously waiting for him to respond.
He sighed, "I wished I'd understand what you want to tell me."
Sensing that she had lost him on the way, Dana repeated the phrase once again.
This time something seemed to snap in Carson's mind, he frowned, struck by the familiarity of a word "Wait a second..."
He walked over to the bookstand, pulling out a certain book. Eagerly he flipped through the pages, trying to look it up and, indeed he found something:
"Looks like you're hungry", he murmured more to himself, merely getting a big-eyed look from the little girl.
He furrowed his brows, thinking of a way to tell her that he understood what she wanted. Finally he grabbed pen and paper and painted a sandwich, showing it to her.
Dana nodded wildly.
Stunned Carson realised his deafness. He could've understood Dana all the time, only by listening more closely. Sighing he took Dana by the hand and walked her to the cafeteria, tugging the Gaelic dictionary under his arm for further use.
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As John entered the cafeteria he found Carson and Dana sitting next to each other at a table. She was blabbing about merrily while he fed her spoonfuls of vanilla pudding.
"Morning, you two", smiling he came to a stop beside them.
"Oh, good morning, Major. Would you like to join us?" Carson pointed at a chair on the other side of the table.
"Sure, thanks."
"John", as he had sat down, Dana offered him her spoon with a merry grin.
Sheppard gave a short laugh, tapping his mug with two fingers, "No, no, thanks, honey. I'll stick to my coffee."
With a little frown Dana turned to Carson, whispering something into his ear on what he slowly shook his head.
"Did you get what she said?" bewildered John furrowed his brows.
"She wanted to know if she was to put the pudding into your coffee", Carson gave in with a smirk, pushing the Gaelic dictionary across the table for him to see, "It's all in there."
Suddenly someone picked up the book from behind John, "Scottish Gaelic Dictionary and Grammar. Now, that's interesting..."
"McKay", John snatched the dictionary off him and shoved him to the side, "Stop lurking around back there."
"Sorry", pouting Rodney dropped into the chair next to him.
"Ron!" Dana welcomed him cheerfully.
He rolled his eyes toward the ceiling, uttering an unnerved groan, "Once again: It's Rodney, R-o-d-n-e-y, not Ron!"
"Ronny!"
Sheppard let out a cackle, "Slowly we're getting somewhere."
"Very funny, Major", Rodney pouted, "Err, Carson?"
Beckett put Dana's spoon back into the pudding, "Rodney?"
"Maybe now that you're speaking her double-Dutch as well, could you be so kind to tell little Dana, that I refuse to react on that stupid name?", McKay demanded.
Carson pulled a sulky face, "It's no bloody double-Dutch, it's still Gaelic for you."
"And why haven't you remarked that earlier?" Rodney teased.
"Because", the Scotsman paused to shoot him another offended glare, "I haven't heard much of it since I was wee."
Rodney couldn't help but bump his head against the table, having a fit laughing his head off, "You were wee!"
"What's so funny about that?", angrily Carson creased his brow. That moment Dana pulled at his sleeve, pointing towards the door, before she climbed into his lap, trembling with excitement.
"Wisha, lass", soothingly he caressed her hair, "it's okay."
John turned to see what was wrong: Sergeant Bates had just entered the room and was now nearing their table. From the corner of his eye the major saw Dana picking up her pudding bowl, obviously planning a little act of revenge on the security chief.
She raised the spoon, aimed and finally the slimy mass flew high into the air. Smiling John waited for the impact:
Aaand ... Touchdown!
The yellowish blotch had landed right between Bates's eyes. Fuming he grabbed the nearest napkin and wiped it off, not being braced for the next salvo of pudding torpedoes that hit him all over his shirt.
With a wrathful grumble his eyes scanned the immediate area for Dana, who had by then taken up a hiding behind Carson's back, with only one of her huge, violet eyes looking out on her enemy.
Angrily Bates came to a stop in front of the table, "That brat shouldn't be running around freely", he grumbled.
"Says who?" Carson retorted, putting a protective arm around the little one who was lurking from behind him, "You'd better excuse yourself for what happened or that little pudding shower will be the least of your problems."
"Are you threatening me?" the security chief snapped.
"Pretty much so", the Scotsman replied with determination.
Fuming Bates trudged off muttering, "There'll be repercussions."
"I just wonder for whom", Sheppard sneered, giving Carson a big thumbs-up.
To be continued...
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AN: Do you have an idea how hard it is to find a working Gaelic online dictionary? Sigh, I wasn't really successful finding one, yet. Do you have any suggestions where to look for one?
There's a drawing of Dana on http/