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"If I sent him back…" Sheppard repeated trying to figure out a continuation of the statement.
"Stargate command will give you a dishonorable discharge for not following orders." Weir stated putting down her pen and pinching the bridge of her nose with her thumb and pointer finger in frustration. "They do not like you over there you know."
"It doesn't matter at least I would walk out with a clean conscience." Sheppard growled.
"But they would send him back and you would have accomplished nothing." Weir frowned.
Sheppard bit his lip than sat down in the chair across from Weir, "I hate it when you're right. So what do we do?"
"We play along for now, he will not be put on military detail until he turns eighteen which is three weeks away, but if an opportunity arises…" Weir smiled leaving the statement open ended. "Maybe we can talk him into joining different department."
"I am not sure I like the aspect of a daycare center." Sheppard commented.
Weir looked behind Sheppard and she closed her eyes a bit ashamed and off guard.
"Well it's not like I like the thought of working at a retirement home either." Tristan smirked leaning in the doorway.
Sheppard was taken off guard by the directness of the comment, and Weir could not help but release a brief giggle.
"How long have you been standing there?" John questioned.
"Does that matter?" Tristan stated.
"You two be nice." Weir instructed. "Or there will be problems for both of you."
"Yes mam." Tristan nodded.
Weir laughed shaking her head, "It's Doctor Weir Lt. Conner."
"What did you do to Rodney?" Sheppard asked looking behind his shoulder not seeing him in the gate room. "He was supposed to be watching you."
Tristan laughed, "Is that some kind of joke. Mention something to strengthen his ego and he'll do anything; that or food."
Sheppard gave himself a face palm, the kid was right and he was the wrong person to watch over him. The kid reminded him a little of himself mostly because he had a lot of attitude.
"Tristan why don't I escort you to your courters." Weir smiled standing up than looked back to shoot Sheppard a sharp glare.
Sheppard breathed deeply rubbing the annoyance off his face. He waited until Tristan and Weir were gone than stood up and walked out into the control room. McKay looked back at him with a look of confusion across his face. Sheppard motioned for him to come over Rodney pointed at himself and John nodded.
"What was that?!" Sheppard hissed under his breath. "You were supposed to be watching the kid."
"Zelenka needed me I told him to stay put." Rodney stated. "Besides I needed air… you know he said that Sam Carter created the idea of the midway station?! The nerve I don't like him."
Sheppard grinned, "Not bad kid."
"What?" Rodney questioned.
"He knows you well enough to know what will set you off. I bet he knows the whole team. He has done his research no doubt with help from O'Neil. Dang it." Sheppard explained.
"What does that mean?" Rodney questioned.
"We got to watch our backs." Sheppard stated. "But before I go…"
Within seconds Sheppard's flat hand had made contact with the back of Rodney's head.
"What was that for?" Rodney stuttered.
"I don't know… for being you." John frowned than walk away.