Chapter Two: 'What the-?'
The girl who stood in front of him was beautiful, so beautiful, it made his eyes hurt to look at her. She had long, shining blonde hair and a pair of bright green eyes framed with thick lashes. Her eyes were so deep and wide they seemed to stare at him with a childlike innocence. She was probably older, but she looked about fourteen and had the height to prove it. Rodney couldn't speak.
She opened her rosebud mouth and smiled at him.
"Samuel?"
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The room was dark and mysterious. He liked it that way. The little light that reached it reflected off of the shiny metal walls. He liked that, too. In fact he liked everything about the room, especially the fact no one could see him. The cold metal chair he sat it was identical to the chairs the other four in the room sat it. He grinned, revealing shiny teeth.
"So, you've located them?"
The second in command, a woman who he knew to be tall and graceful, spoke up. "Yes sir. She led us to him, just as you knew she would."
The man's grin widened. His bright brown eyes glowed with satisfaction.
"Yes. And that should teach you, Jareth," He gestured to a shadow in the corner, a shadow with an aura of annoyance surrounding it, "To doubt me."
Jareth's blue eyes glared through the blackness.
The leader smiled with an evil twist to his mouth and breathed out loudly.
"Send them in."
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The girl gazed up at Rodney. He stared back at her, and sighed. She had probably got the wrong house.
"I'm not Samuel. There is a Mr Samuels over there, but you've got the wrong house. Sorry."
He made to close the door and she stopped it with a firm hand. Shudders raced through his arm. Her strength surprised him. The girl stepped into the front room, pushing past Rodney, shoving him into the doorframe. She walked up to the sofa, and gently sat down, ignoring Rodney's surprised look. She tilted her head, looking at him with soft eyes.
"You really did it this time, Sam. You actually erased everything…." She sighed. "Well, you don't remember, but I'm Camilla. You used to call me Cammie."
The shocked scientist was still stood at the door, his questioning gaze fixed on Cammie. He slowly closed the door and hobbled over to her.
"I'm pretty sure I don't know you, erm, Cammie, and-"
She reached up and with one slender finger, closed his mouth.
"Shh. Now, I've come to save you, Sam. And don't argue." She added, as he was about to retort. "You'll remember soon, don't worry."
Rodney flicked her hand away from him, annoyed.
"I don't know you, Camilla. So if you don't mind, can you go? I'm gotta be in work soon and I don't-"
"Shh."
"No. No shushing. Go, please."
She stood up, pressing herself against Rodney and moved her mouth up to his lips. He stood frozen, shocked. As her mouth was about to meet his, someone whacked him on the back of the head with something heavy. Then, seconds later, there was a loud bang from the bedroom. Cammie swung round, startled.
"They're here, Sammie! We've got to go!"
"Ow! Who are here? And what just-"
There was another loud bang and the door swung open, scattering debris everywhere. A black clothed man, in an army tack vest, carrying a P-90 rushed in. Cammie jumped forward and punched him full on in the face, sending him flying to the other side of the room, and cracking the other wall. Rodney was frozen to the spot. Cammie screamed something to him, something like 'THEY'RE HERE! COME ON SAMMIE!' and grabbed his wrist, flinging open the door, and dragging him into the street. Before McKay could resist or argue, there was the sound of bullets, bullets that began to pepper the ground around them.
His instincts kicked in, and he began to run, following the small woman in front of him. She pulled out a gun from her small handbag and began firing back. They leapt into a small orange car and Cammie began to drive, very fast away from the frantic houses.
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Sheppard looked down at the console and tried to remember what the code was.
For some reason, he couldn't remember the final code for activating it. He glanced around, even though he knew that no one would be in McKay's quarters, and racked his brains. Was it 4592? No, that was the third code. It was definitely four digits. It could be 6254… but no. Damn McKay and his codes! Sheppard had definitely written down the first three, but the fourth, what did he do with that? He couldn't remember much. He briefly remembered why he couldn't recall it.
He had been in the gym. Ronon was getting some water from Sheppard's bag. Sheppard had been resting, nurturing the umpteenth bruise he had since sparring with the far-too-good-at-this-to-not-be-cheating man, when he had caught a snippet of a conversation outside the door. It was Zelenka and some random scientist, and, even better, they were talking about exactly what he wanted to hear!
"Yes, Doctor McKay has definitely annoyed the Colonel this time."
"What did he DO?"
"He took all of the Colonel's comic books, yes? And locked them in his safe!"
Sheppard had frowned angrily. That's where they had got too! He was gonna kill that McKay.
"Wow!" The rookie scientist was sounding a bit too happy for the Colonel's comfort now. He made a mental note to track him down and threaten him a bit.
"Yes, and the codes are so easy! Doctor McKay gave the paper to me to get rid of! I think they are..." He had gone on to list three of them. Zelenka had just got to the last one when-
Ah, yes. Ronon had whacked Sheppard round the head.
Sheppard grimaced, remembering it with sharp clarity.
He turned back to the safe, and the gate activated, sending alarms off all over Atlantis. He sighed. Rodney was back.
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Sheppard jogged into the control room, still trying to think up the code. Teyla and Ronon were waiting for him, standing by the balcony overlooking the Stargate. He grinned as he arrived, taking his place by them, waiting for Rodney.
And waiting.
A large group of people began to filter through the puddle like 'Gate, but as far as they could see, none of them were Rodney. Sheppard frowned. There was no sign of the scientist. Teyla cocked her head and turned to John.
"Are you sure he is coming today, John?"
His frown got deeper as he looked at his chunky black watch. He could feel Teyla and Ronon's inquisitive gazes fixed on him and began to wonder? He nodded his head. Had something happened?
"Yep. And round about this time, too. Maybe he's just not through yet."
As soon as he finished his sentence, the Stargate deactivated. And McKay wasn't with the newly arrived group. Sheppard searched the crowd with narrowed eyes, looking for any trace of dark brown hair, bright blue eyes and a tubby physique. He found nothing. Teyla's brown eyes widened in surprise and she flicked her hair away from her round face. Ronon fingered his gun; something John had long ago recognised meant the Satedan was nervous.
Mr Woolsey strode to their side, his face happy and his mouth curved into a smile.
"I take it Doctor McKay is back? He has a lot of work to catch up on."
One worried look from Sheppard wiped the smile of off his face.
"Where is he?"
John sighed.
"He didn't come through the gate. Is he taking a few more days off?" But Sheppard knew that he would have been informed if Rodney was taking more days off than planned.
Mr Woolsey shook his head and Ronon spoke up, his voice gruff.
"Where is he then?"
The leader of the expedition half sprinted to the console.
"Dial earth, now."
The technician looked up, puzzled, but decided not to ask, before dialling the 'Gate . The sound of the machine dialling filled the room, ending with the whoosh of the event horizon, and Mr Woolsey clicked his radio headset.
"This is Mr Woolsey to Stargate Command."
"We hear ya."
Woolsey stopped for a moment.
"General O'Neill?"
"Yes, and?"
"What-"
"It's a long story. It involves much arguing and throwing of random objects. It has some dares in it too. But I doubt you'd use your precious time, and energy just to talk to me about what I am doing in Stargate Command, did you?"
"Um, no. General."
"Well…What do you want then?"
Just as he was about to explain, Sheppard turned on his radio and said;
"Sorry, sir, but we can't help noticing that Doctor McKay didn't come through the gate, with the rest of the group." His voice was slightly panicked.
"Colonel Sheppard? Are those your dulcet tones I am hearing?"
"Yes sir."
"Good. I was worried that someone has finally managed to impersonate your voice." At this, several marines barely stifled their laughs. Sheppard added 'Asking the marine's what's so funny' to his list of things to do.
"Well, sir?"
"I didn't notice, but I don't notice a lot of things, like the time and what particular brand of beer I'm drinking, for instance."
"Ok, sir, but…"
"Knowing McKay, he probably forgot. I'll get someone to call him."
"Thank you sir."
The gate deactivated and some form of relief washed over John. Yeah, he thought. Rodney's probably just late. That's it.
But something deep down in his gut told him he was wrong.
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"YOU'RE INSANE!" Rodney screamed, his head bashing against the side of the window as the little orange car swerved around another sharp corner, at about 70mph.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!"
Cammie gritted her teeth and jolted the car around a gentle corner, going onto the pavement for seconds. The startled passersby yelled and jumped out of the way, many whipping out phone to call the police. But as the car was going so damn fast, Rodney didn't know this. All he knew was that there was a huge probability that;
He was gonna die
He was gonna end up in a coma, then die
He was gonna die a little more painfully than a.
Did he mention he was gonna die?
Rodney began to pound at Cammie with his fists, but she was a solid as steel. The crazed woman at the wheel of the car ignored his futile efforts to beat her up, and continued driving like a drunken version of the Stig. Rodney realised, suddenly, that he had his mobile phone in his pocket. He reacted in and grabbed it and began furiously punching in numbers. The car swerved suddenly and the phone flew out of his hands and into the back.
Grumbling, he ignored the violent swaying of the car and, trying to block out what would happen if the car got hit now, unbuckled his seatbelt. Cammie appeared not to notice, and Rodney pushed himself into the back. His stomach lurched as they hurtled round another corner, but he held it in and snatched up the phone, still being thrown about by the rapid movements of the car. He remembered speedial and hit one, for Stargate Command, and lifted the phone to his ear.
Two beeps passed before he was picked up.
"Hello, this is Cheyenne Mountain, who are you?"
"Thank god! Look, I'm Doctor Rodney McKay, and this goddamned woman has just- CRAP!"
The car threw itself down a hill, and Rodney hit his shoulder. Hard.
"You gotta help me for god's sake! She's a maniac and-"
"SAMUEL! PUT THE PHONE DOWN! NOW!"
Rodney looked up and saw Cammie's half turned face, and the gun she was holding to his head.
"A gun?! Seriously?! For the love of go-"
She growled and pulled the trigger.
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