Away From Atlantis

Disclaimer I don't own Stargate Atlantis, or any of the characters you know of yet, and I don't own the episode Sunday, I have pulled parts of the script so if you recognize parts there is a reason, because it is probably from the episode. Disclaimer over.

This story starts after The Game, and ignorers Irresponsible, so Kolya is still alive.

Chapter Three Song is Breaking the Habit Linkin Park

It's two weeks after our last chapter, so John's been part wraith for six weeks, that he's known about.

Sunday

9:00 John

First thing every morning before he was even out of bed, he asked himself "What do I have to do today." So that morning when he realized it was Sunday, and all he had to do today was have some fun, he couldn't hold back his grin. He'd looked forward to the day he made Ronon and Teyla play some Golf with him, and that day was today.

10:00

It was after breakfast, and he was heading back to his room to get his golf clubs, when he found Ronon.

"Come on Ronon, let me get my clubs and then we can find Teyla."

"She's not with you?"

"Nah I slept in, so let me get my clubs and we can hunt her down."

John turned to continue on to his room, he knew Ronon and Teyla were not that enthused about learning golf, so when he didn't hear Ronon following him right away.

He called over his shoulder, "Come on, it will be fun."

He heard Ronon's sigh, and rolled his eyes.

They reached his room, John grabbed his clubs, and handed them to Ronon.

They began to search for Teyla.

Half an Hour Later

John caught sight of her, and called. " Oh, hey there you are!"

He ran over to her. "I've been looking all over for you."

"Oh?"

"What, you forgot?"

"I... no!"

"You forgot." he said a little disappointed.

"No, you were going to teach Ronon and myself how to play Golf."

He grinned at her "Thats the plan."

She look at him apologetically, "I'm afraid I have made other plans."

"What other plans?"

"I am having lunch with Elizabeth later today."

"Well you still got time."

He watched, as she tried to come up with some other reason not to play with him, and smirked.

"Yes, true."

"However, I'm afraid I have been quite delinquent in filing my mission reports."

He knew quite well she may be a little behind but no where near what she was implying, he sighed a little, but decided to let her off the hook. He listened to her finish.

"I had hoped to be caught up before I met with Elizabeth."

"Okay." he said making sure to let his disappointment show lest they realize he did this for his own amusement.

She tried to go on like she wasn't relived. "If you'd like I could cancel..."

"No. no. no. no." he waved her off. "You go file your mission reports, and besides Elizabeth could use a little time out of the office."

"Some other time." he said.

Teyla smiled, glad she'd put if off another month. "Some other time."

She bowed lightly and shot Ronon a smirk. Ronon scowled mockingly.

She left.

Ronon turned to him. "You know I have some mission reports to turn in..."

John cut him off. "Nice try. It's gonna be fun."

"Fun?"

On a Pier

They headed for the small open room, that John and a couple of others had some green set up.

John set his clubs down, and got set up for his first shot. As he set up, he talked a little with Jim one of the other guys who plays.

John readied his self and swung.

His first shot went close to half a mile out.

Jim noticed and complemented him on.

"Thank you, Jim."

"So thats it, you just hit a little ball as hard as you can?"

John sighed, "No it's a little more complicated then that, First you have to get it through a series of sand and water hazards, then when it's on the green you putt it in to the hole."

"So you just hit as hard as you can?"

"Basically, Yeah."

Ronon stared out over the water, well Jim cleaned his stuff up.

"I take it that this is a water hazard?"

"Well, Atlantis isn't really made for golf, so we just have a driving range."

"That's it." Ronon said looking bored.

"I may make it seem simple, it can be very hard, I've been playing since I was six."

"A-hun."

"Getting as good as I am, takes time. I mean I have a sweet swing now, but I was awful at six. It's taken me years..."

Ronon put a ball on his and swung as hard a he could one handed.

They couldn't see where it landed.

"Whoa... Jim was astonished.

"Like that?" Ronon asked just a little smug.

"That was okay." John couldn't quite had his wince, he had a sinking feeling if he played with Ronon for to long he'd end up hating Golf.

"Okay! Jim said, we can't even see where it landed."

"Well it's not a distance game it's an accuracy one."

"Pick a spot," Ronon said, "and I'll hit it there."

"First off your grip. It's all wrong." John said pointing at Ronon's loose 'swing it around like a weapon', grip.

Carson came up from behind, "Oh, yes, of course there you are."

Jim went over to Carson, "Hey Doc I was just coming to see you. I've been having this weird pain right..." he held his hand over his right lung.

Carson interrupted him. " Hold on. Stop right there, this is the first day off I've had in over a month."

John felt a little twinge of guilt for his not so small part in that.

"Dr. Cole is in the infirmary and will be glad to help you out."

Jim smiled a little. "Okay fair enough."

Carson patted his arm. "Right."

Jim head off to places unknown.

John practiced his swing and asked. "What's up Carson?"

He put his hands on his hips and in and enthusiastic voice said. "Fishing."

Ronon turned to him, and said, "What?"

Carson elaborated. "Rodney and I are headed to the mainland to catch a fish that seems a bit like a trout. Care to join us? Sport of kings."

John took his next swing, "I thought horse racing was the sport of kings."

"For the boring kings maybe."

"Carson, your scottish. This is your sport, your game."

Carson shook his head, "Golf was never my thing." "Come on last chance."

Ronon and John exchanged skeptical looks.

John spoke for both of them, "I think we'll pass."

"All, right. But don't be jealous,when we come back with a record breaking space trout."

He snapped his fingers "Thank you."

John grinned at the man, "We'll try to contain our selfs."

"Oh, aye."

Then the scottish man turned around and left.

Ronon took another swing, and it also flew ridiculously far.

John also took another swing, and was setting his self up for another, when Ronon threw down the club he was using and said. "Come on, time to play a real game."

John couldn't resist, well Ronon walked over and grabbed his clubs, John tried a one handed swing. It went over the side and he heard it slash.

He groaned, then he muttered to his self. "Should known better then to try to best Ronon

at a physical sport." He followed Ronon.

(11:05 a.m.)

John stood in the gym, and if he understood this right, Ronon was going to make him play a violent version of capture the flag, with swords.

This was going to hurt.

"Grab the other guys flag, hun? That's it?"

"That's it." Ronon said not trying to hide his smirk, tucking his flag in to is pants, with the end hanging out.

John copied his placing of the flag.

"No penalties ad stuff?"

"What?" Ronon asked a little taken back.

"If the other guys pulls your or tries to bite you."

"Bite back."

"Right." John nodded, his sinking feeling was there for a reason.

"You ready?"

"Ready as i'll ever be."

John blocked the first two hits, but Ronon shoved him forward grabbing his flag. John caught himself, but he'd still lost his flag. Ronon grinned holding his flag, "That's one for me."

John sighed. He came back over, and snagged his flag from Ronon, "Two out of three."

"Round two, one handed."

"What?"

"Round two, one handed."

Yeah I heard you, but what?"

"After each round the level of difficulty is increased, to simulate injury in battle."

"Round two, one handed."

"Why don't you let me get better at round one first before we move on to the harder part?"

Ronon smirked, his hand behind his back.

"Fine."

John put his hand behind his back.

John held out till Ronon kneed him in the stomach. He lost again.

"That's two for me."

"Three out of five." John groaned.

"You know I can do this all day. I haven't even broke sweat yet."

John really didn't like Ronon's smug smirk, he straightened.

John took back his flag and wooden sword, "Yeah, Yeah, yeah."

"Round three."

Ronon put his hand behind his back, and lifted one leg, tucking his foot behind his other knee.

"Oh come on. Oh you are so making this stuff up! This is not a traditional Satedan sport. This is an excuse to make me look dumb and to kick my ass."

Ronon smirked, and shrugged. "If you want to quit..."

John sighed. And put his arm behind his back, and hooked his foot behind his knee.

Twenty seconds later Ronon elbowed him in the face, and he landed hard on his back.

"I'm sorry."

John just stayed on his back, his head spinning. "This game sucks."

Ronon couldn't hide his amusement, "Well, you need to focus."

"I don't know if that's going to be possible again."

He lifted his head again, sighing. "Here, help me get up. I got an idea."

Ronon helped him to his feet. Then he slapped Ronon's arm. "Ouch!"

"Hurts doesn't it." he said feeling a little better.

(1:00 p.m.)

They'd had lunch, grabbed some munchies, and back in his room. Drinking beer, eating pretzels and popcorn. Listening to his music on his computer, and talking.

Ronon slammed the beer can in to his forehead. "Like that?" he put the crumple beer can down.

John nodded, "Yeah, you got to hit it straight on, as hard as you can." He echoed his words with a gesturer. John smirked, he hadn't done that since he was twenty or something.

Ronon nodded, "Okay."

"You know this is what I'm talking about. This is how you spend your day off, kick back, eating junk, listen to some tunes." He popped the piece of popcorn in his mouth.

"You like this music?" Ronon asked eating some more.

"What you don't?" John asked, reaching for the ice pack they had gotten him, he didn't need it any more, his face had long since healed, but Ronon didn't know that.

"It's fine."

John nodded and reach for some more pretzels. "I'm going to stick with golf. Your game is a little too much like my day job."

Ronon snickered in to his beer.

"So how long you been here now? A year?"

"A year and a half."

Ronon picked up one of his comic books.

John looked up, had it really been that long? "A year and a half." He echoed. He reached, and grabbed some more popcorn, before asking. "Do you ever hang out with anyone besides me and Teyla?"

Ronon shook his head a little.

"I"m not trying to say we're sick of you or anything. I'm just... I don't know, are you dating anyone?"

"You mean like a women?"

John shrugged, "Or men."

Ronon stared at him. Then shook his head, and added, "No."

"I'm not ready yet."

John looked over at his friend, who was eating. But his posture said he was a little upset.

John asked. "Not ready yet?"

"Did you leave someone behind on Sateda?"

Ronon nodded seriously.

"Wife?"

Ronon broke eye contact and grabbed some more pretzels, "Close enough." He looked up briefly, and looked away. Grabbing his beer to take a sip.

John weighed what that meant, his friend didn't move on, or leave his friends behind, so a wife. Ouch.

"Sorry."

John reached for some more to eat. Ronon changed the subject, "What about you?"

"What about me?"

"When are you getting married?"

John couldn't hide his laughter. "Already been there, I'm not very good at it."

"Besides, there really isn't anyone here that... Yeah, well, you know..."

Ronon looked a little confused, then laughed, "See I always thought you and Teyla would, you know."

"Really?"

"Yeah why not?"

John considered the question, Teyla, friend, kinda pretty, tough... and just not his type. He knew he was fond of her, and cared but he always though more sister, friend type thoughts around her.

"I.." he shrugged a little. "I don't..."

BOOM!

Their conversation was interrupted with an explosion and the tower rocked.

The alarms started blaring. They ran for the transporter, it wasn't working, they took the stairs.

Ten Minutes Later

John followed the smell of smoke, and passed two medical assistants carting out a guy on a stretcher.

Ronon asked Carson what was going on.

"Some sort of explosion. There's at least three dead, maybe a dozen or so severely injured."

"DOC!"

Carson turned, shining his light that way. They then saw Teyla on a stretcher, piece of metal sticking out of her side, blood had soaked the gauze around it.

They hurried over, "Oh, Lord, Teyla." Carson began to take her pulse, and ask questions.

"Is she going to be okay, Doc?" John asked unable to restrain his worry.

Carson just looked at him, and issued orders.

"Carson is she going to be okay?"

"I don't know she's lost a lot of blood." Carson followed, the assistants carrying her.

John saw Radek, and headed over. Ronon stayed to talk to someone.

"What the Hell happened here Radek?"

"There was an explosion."

"I get that, but why?"

"Well I'm not sure yet. I wasn't allowed on the scene till the emergency crews cleared the floor."

"What took you so long?"

"The transporters are down, there are a lot of stairs. Where's McKay?"

"McKay is in his lab. He thinks he might have a lead."

"What kind of lead?"

"He didn't say."

Radek continued, "The good news is the structure is intact, so there's no danger of the tower falling down."

"There is, however, something very odd."

"What?" Ronon asked having come back over

"Well, the few eyewitness reports we have, say that Dr. Hewston just blew up."

"What the hell does that mean?"

"It's not even possible."

"Yeah, normally, I would agree with you Ronon, but from what we can tell, she was standing in right in the middle of the hall, here and just exploded."

"So, what, a suicide bomb." John ask not quite believing the cheerful doctor would do that.

"Well, see, no, thats what I thought, too, originally, but I scanned the area, and there's no trace of explosive residue."

"We have no idea what we're dealing with here."

John head over to see what Rodney had come up with. Standing there waiting for Rodney to tell him what he had found out, was not how John wanted to spend the rest of his day. Finally, Rodney got on with it.

"All right I'm digesting this as I go, so forgive the rough edges."

"What have you got?" John said just a little impatient.

"Now, last night, Dr. Hewston, and her partner, Dr. Watson were cataloging a new Ancient lab we uncovered."

"They inadvertently activated this machine, here." he said, pointing to a screen.

"Now it started to emit a very odd type of radiation, but they were able to turn it off right away."

"Now, Dr. Beckett examined them and gave them a clean bill of heath, and so with no immediate apparent danger, we decided to figure out what the machine did... basically when ever we had time."

"That was a mistake."

"What is it?" John asked, now wondering how this related to Dr. Hewston blowing up.

"Well, the science of it is, well, spectacularly complicated, but it appears to be a weapon, one created by the Ancients to battle the wraith and one that was abandoned, because it didn't just effect Wraith, but Human and Ancient as well."

Zelenka was very interested now, "Affected them how?"

"Well, long story short it creates explosive tumors."

Ronon standing there, arms crossed, raised an eyebrow, "Explosive tumors?"

Zelenka was disbelieving, "What?"

"You've got to be kidding me." Ronon said.

"Yeah, I wish." Rodney said, putting his hand up to stop them. "Look, it's actually quite ingenious."

"Look, the device emits millions of irradiated particles that have been genetically programed to enter into our systems and gather behind the lungs."

Now, as they go, they collect trace elements from our body that they need to complete an explosive compound, which, once in place, the tumor reaches a critical mass and explodes."

"So, wait, this guy Watson..." John asked not sure.

"Yes, John he has almost definitely been exposed, yes."

"Look, we need to find him before the tumor ignites, which could be any minute now.

"McKay make a call for him on the P.A." John said thinking how could they tell the guy he's a bomb.

Rodney tapped his radio, "Chuck you need to put me on city wide." "oh aha."

"Dr. Watson. Dr. James Watson, report your whereabouts immediately."

They waited to hear where he was, when Rodney straightened. "He's in the OR right now?"

"Okay, I need you to get Beckett back on his radio, right now!"

John listened well McKay talked.

"Carson, the man you are working on right now has bee infected with an explosive tumor. We think it's what killed Hewston and caused the explosion."

Apparently Carson thought that was a silly explanation, and didn't believe Rodney.

"It is possible CARSON!" Rodney almost shouted.

"Look you need to get you and your team out of there. Sheppard has an ordnance-disposal team on the way."

John had ordered one to be on stand by for directions. He ordered them there, to the OR now.

"He doesn't have to move. You do!"

John hated one sided conversations, they were such a pain.

The alarm began blaring, John looked at a computer to see what Carson had done. Carson had locked down the whole floor, but stayed along with Dr. Marie.

As soon as John realized Carson was still there and told everyone, Rodney started to talk to him over the com.

John tuned out Rodney, as he tried to talk Carson in to leaving. John knew Carson wasn't like that.

The waiting was the worst of it, after an eternity Carson announced, he was done, the tumor was out, he was unlocking the floor. John sent his Marine in. Carson wanted the tumor out of his sight, so he took the tumor to the Marine. He started to say he'd made the pass off, when his radio died, with a burst of static, as the second explosion shook the tower. John knew then and there, Carson was dead.

(Two Days Later)

John watched the funeral through glazed eyes, he saw in flashes. Teyla standing there despite her injuries, Elizabeth with tears in her eyes, Rodney's guilt and sadness written across his face.

Rodney, and him leading the way through the Stargate to Earth, carrying Carson's body.

John in his room at Stargate Command. Sitting on the bed, only then did it hit him.

Alone in his room, after the funeral on earth, did he shed his tears.

wow that was hard... like I said I did pull parts from the episode so yeah.

Hope I pulled some tears from you there, I don't do mushy or sad well. And i love reviews not giving me any or many makes me sad.