Two Sheppard don't make a right

Song: When words meet heartbeats

Artist: Parachute

Day Five…

"Good morning sleepy head." Beckett grinned walking over next to Sheppard's bed.

Sheppard felt groggy, but Carson had been right he indeed felt better than he had last night. The drug was starting to wear off and he felt now that he could move. And with that he sat up and turned to let his leg over the edge. He realized that he was fairly alone in the infirmary other than a man across from him, he looked like a scientist. Sheppard did not recognize him, but they had gotten a few new groups of people in Atlantis in the past two weeks. Beckett waved his hand in front of Sheppard's face catching his attention.

"Is he okay?" John asked motioning a head jerk to point in the scientist's direction.

Beckett looked over and let a wide smile cross his face, "He's fine he's needs a break from Rodney who I guess has been unbearable even more so than usual since the accident."

"I can't imagine him being any more unbearable." John remarked. "But then again we are talking about Rodney here."

Beckett nodded in agreement slightly chuckling. Sheppard stood up and Carson seemed to have a sudden look of panic cross his face as he did. His body had been so sore from just laying for five days and his head was not throbbing from a splitting headache anymore.

"Be careful." Carson warned almost begging with his eyes to have him sit back down. "You have a concussion and one heck of a one at that. And it got me thinking about what you said last night."

"The other person in the room?" Sheppard commented giving a sense that even he did not believe it. "Just ignore it I don't even remember half the things I said last night."

"Well it got me thinking." Carson started crossing his arms. "You got a pretty good shiner on your forehead more specifically your frontal lobe in the area that controls visual pathways in the brain. I'm not saying that you did not see the person in fact it must have seemed pretty real."

"You think it was my brain playing tricks on me from the concussion."

John hated to admit that he was seeing things, but Beckett's possible explanation seemed more logical than anything he had been able to come up with. Not to mention it did not make him sound like he was totally going off the reservation.

Beckett shrugged, "Immediately after an impact of that magnitude, yeah you could have been seeing stars and unicorns."

Sheppard huffed a laugh he always had a way of explaining things so clearing in an unconventional way.

"I don't believe you should be suffering from any more vision impairments."

Sheppard nodded in acknowledgement, but took a step forward to only have a pressure pulling on his arm. He looked down to see three different needles sticking out of his arm preventing from letting him move forward.

"Why don't you lay down and I can remove them." Carson motioned him to lay down on the bed.

John obeyed laying down making sure that his forearm was facing upward so that Beckett could extract them sooner rather than later. He had been poked enough in his arm in the army that he did not find them scary anymore. And it made him realize that needles were the least of his worries when you were under a hail of gunfire, in a knife fight, or more recently face to face with a wraith. Having a fear of needles was childish.

"If you could pull them gently I would appreciate it." John suggested.

Carson pulled the first one out and it stung and Sheppard could not help but frown up at Carson, "Well now you're just being mean."

The second came out more smoothly than the first; he had not even realized it was taken out. It was not until the third when a problem started to arise. A burning starting to light behind his eyes. Beckett jumped back looking at Sheppard's eyes. They were pale white and the area around his eyes were a deep reddish black color, he could clearly see a dozen or more vanes highlighted in a darker red color. Carson was half expecting that John was going to shoot up and attack him, but he seemed to be battling the problem strictly internally. His body was thrashing back and forth violently as his hands were gripping the side bars enough to turn the knuckles of his hand white. He was finding it hard to breathe.

"Medical team to bay one." Beckett announced over his head set. "Medical team to bay one, once you arrive I want you to quarantine the area."

It did not take very long before Teyla and Ronan came running through the door, they must have heard the radio transmission. Beckett was already going through the shelves looking for various equipment.

"You guys will have to do; it is taking too long for the back-up teams to arrive." Beckett stated checking his watch. "I want you to put this place in quarantine…NOW!"

Teyla nodded running over to the computer she typed in her sixteen alpha-numeric code. And within seconds the doors to the infirmary started to seal shut only now did Teyla and Ronan get the chance to see Sheppard.

"What's wrong with him?" Ronan questioned.

Beckett walked over to Sheppard and checked his pulse, "I don't know."

Sheppard's breathing was become increasingly staggered as his breathing became very raspy. Beckett rubbed his eyes, he had no idea where to start he had never seen anything like this before. He could already see the bloodshot veins spreading as it was starting to appear on his arms.

"What do you need us to do doctor?" Teyla questioned a bit panicked at John's condition.

"Hold his arms and legs down." Beckett ordered. "He's starting to go into cardiac arrest. He is going to crash at any moment."

Teyla and Ronan nodded taking adjacent sides of the bed and attempting to hold Sheppard down, they're efforts were mediocre at best as he seemed to be more powerful than usual. Beckett turned around the corner appearing with a pair of paddles. Sheppard's body went limp signaling it was time. Beckett charged the machine and charged in to five hundred CC's. Teyla stepped back allowing Carson to make his way over to Sheppard. There was a clicking sound signaling the machine was ready, but just as it was Sheppard sat up and looked at his straight in the eye. Beckett was speechless his eyes were indescribable. But within an instant they started to fade back to his natural hazel colored eyes and his skin started to revert back to a natural shade. He fell back instantly grabbing his eyes, they felt like they were on fire.

"Beckett." Sheppard shouted in pain. "My eyes feel like they're on fire!"

Carson did not know whether to approach or to let him be, but his instincts of helping people took over. Beckett gripped Sheppard's hands pulling them away from his eyes. Things were flashing from one field of his vision to another and from the looks of it he seemed to half somewhere else. He recognized the space, but that was in another part of Atlantis. Beckett seemed to be flashing back and forth between the scenes making him think he was just seeing things. Everything seemed upside down as things seemed to be spinning. He looked like a deer in headlights. Carson pulled out a light pen and flashed it in and out of Sheppard's and they seemed to be reacting normally.

"What and the heck is happening!" Sheppard growled.

"Be patient John, you'll be alright." Teyla assured grabbing his hand.

"We need to move him into the isolation room." Beckett ordered staring to disconnect that hardware connected to him.

"No." Sheppard answered sitting up. "I'm better."

It went from burning to a slight sting within a matter of seconds and his vision was back fully not just half scope. He could see Beckett as clear as day who was shooting him a dumbfounded look. Teyla released her hand from Sheppard and she smiled in relief. Ronan too seemed satisfied that he seemed to better now.

"What just happened?" Sheppard questioned.

Nobody rushed to speak up, because nobody knew what to say. Sheppard could see it their eyes they were worried, the pin had finally dropped. Everyone was flashing back to what happened to Beckett he could see the replay happening in front of his eyes. They were worried that something was happening that they could not prevent.

"What's happening to me?"