Little Rodney dove from the bed and was to the door before Sheppard could even blink.

"Rodney!" John said, alarmed, but Rodney was to busy scratching at the door to even notice. He picked up Rodney before he opened the door, so he wouldn't go flying through the halls without him. "Rodney," John looked down seriously, "We're going to get you back, okay? Before you know it you'll be pestering me about annoying scientists who can't do anything themselves." He smiled reassuringly, though it wasn't clear who he was trying to reassure.

A Lab

As soon as they entered the lab with the panel Rodney shattered all of John's hope that this was going to go calmly and smoothly. He shot out of his arms and right onto the table to start messing with the panel. No one had the nerve to even try to stop him.

After a few moments John heard a distinct "ancient-y" sound, looking around the room he saw Ronon, who was standing across the table from Rodney, glow as he turned into a cat.

There was a long pause as all involved stared in shock.

John blinked, swiveled, and saw Rodney, oh Rodney, he seemed to have an "Oops!" face. But he quickly turned back to the panel and nudged a few more buttons, and then everyone in the room could distinctly hear a, "Yes!" with an arrogant smirk tucked to the end without even a thought, "It worked! . . . The second time. You guys can hear me right?"

"Can they hear you? I'm a cat, Mckay!" Ronon, most definitely still outraged, and considerably bigger than Rodney, he seemed to have turned into a type of Tiger, probably a Pegasus style, still outraged he bared his teeth at little housecat Rodney.

Rodney, terrified out of his wits, screeched in alarm. Sheppard swooped him up in his arms, cradling him while muttering assurances to calm him.

Later, in Sheppard's room

"So little Rodney, you'll be back to normal in an hour or so?" John was back on his bed scratching behind Rodney's ears. "This panel turns you back, but the Ancients specifically made it so it has to take a whole hour. Isn't that a little odd?" He was definitely teasing the little guy.

Puuurrr

"Rodney?"

MmmMmmm . . . Maybe I set it to an hour, maybe I didn't.

John smirked, "What, you like being scratched?"

. . . What'ya gonna do if I do?