Title: Not Officially ClearedRating: G
Author: MacGateFan
Disclaimers: These fine looking male specimens are sadly not owned by me.
Notes: Written for the ShepsAtlantis LJ Community.
Sheppard looked around the halls and quickly slipped into his quarters. He silently thanked Beckett and his nurses for putting him in scrubs. A wave of dizziness caught him off guard as he rummaged in a drawer for a change of clothes.
Sheppard took a deep breath as he willed the room to stop spinning. When it finally did, he grabbed a pair of pants and headed to the bathroom. The tingling sensation in his chest still would not go away, but he ignored it for the time being. He had people to save
Towling off and heading back into his quarters, Sheppard almost jumped out of his skin when he saw Beckett standing in front of him, arms crossed. What do you say to a ticked off Scotsman? Sheppard asked himself. Somehow 'hello' didn't seem very wise.
"And just what do you think you are doing Major Sheppard?"
Happy that Beckett spoke first, Sheppard shrugged and pulled on a black t-shirt. "I'm going back up to the control room and then I'm going to bring Teyla and Ford home."
"Son, you just took a blast to the neck and chest with a Wraith stunner. Even though you may feel fine..."
Sheppard cut him off. "I do, Doc."
Beckett glared at him and continued, "I'm worried about the effect it will have on your respiratory and circulatory system."
"Doc, please. I need to be doing something other than sitting on my ass. I just want to go to the control room and check out the situation." Even go on the rescue mission, he thought.
The physician sighed. "Very well, but the minute you start feeling any numbness, or other ill effects, I want you to report to the infirmary."
"I will," Sheppard replied. "Scouts honor."