Chapter Eight: 'Apprentice' of sorts.
Clark cocked his head slightly, before scratching it. "That means nothing to me...but Ok." He replied, folding his arms against his chest. He tensed his arms, and then winced. Looking down at his arm, he realised the graze he'd gotten from the Wraith was healing up, but was still there. "How come that Wraith weapon hurt me?" He asked the room at large.
"What do you mean?" Sam asked, "Trust me; you're lucky to get away with a graze like that..." She said in disbelief
"I'm not worried about the fact that I got hit; I'm worried about the fact that it hurt."
"Why, it's not like you've never been hurt before..." Sheppard said from where he was resting against the console.
Clark had obviously made some kind of face at that, because Mckay came through the small group; eyes wide.
"You haven't been hurt before, have you?" He asked in astonishment, giving Clark a once over.
"No." Clark responded, scratching his neck awkwardly. "Look; I just want to put my feet up...I've gotten rid of the Wraith..."
"Got put your feet up in the Infirmary." The Major said, standing up and walking over to them.
"I don't need to go the infirmary; give it another five minutes and it'll be as good as new!"
"That's an order, Lieutenant." Sheppard replied curtly, before walking past him and down the stairs.
Clark looked from where Sheppard vanished back to Sam.
She shrugged lightly. "He's staying in-command of the Military Contingent. You'd do best to stay on his good side. He's a good guy, Clark. Listen to him." She then turned around and picked up a small, white game-boy looking console and handed it to him. "Say your destination and then go find the red dot. Easy." She finished with a grin.
Clark nodded, and then frowned "Oh, here's a present for you. Thought it'd be useful.." He said, putting his hand into the inside of his jacket and passing her the hard-drive. "I took it from the last Wraith ship."
Sam took it and stared at it, grinning again. "Wow...you're right, this will come in handy. Thank you. I'll get some people on it right away!" She said, turning around and walking farther into the control room.
Clark sighed and looked at the device. Lifting it up to his mouth; he spoke clearly. "Infirmary."
When Clark arrived at the Infirmary; it was jam packed full of Marines and, what he guessed were Teyla's people; the Athosians.
Walking to one of the only empty beds, he took a seat and waited patiently. Every time someone came over to help him, he waved them off, telling them to go and help someone who actually needed it.
An hour later, he was the only one, (awake), who was still there. He was laying on his back, staring at the ceiling when a petite, raven hair girl, around the same age as himself, came up to him.
"Hi. I take it no one's having a look at you, at the moment?" She asked, looking up from a clipboard.
Clark focused on her and smiled, before shaking his head. "No. It's nothing serious, I just have a small graze." He said, sitting up and moving his arm so she could see.
She nodded slightly, before moving Clark's sleeve higher up his arm. She then looked up to him with a perplexed frown on her face. "I'm sorry, Sir, but no you don't..." She responded, her nose crinkling up as she smiled confusedly.
Clark looked down at where the graze was suppose to me. "I did tell the Major it'd be healed in no time..." He said with a sigh, swinging his legs over the side to sit up properly. Tugging his sleeve down, he began getting up. "I'm sorry for wasting your time, Miss...?"
"Lang. And sit yourself back down. While your hear, I may as well do a check up on you." She replied, pushing him back down gently.
He got himself comfortable again, before asking, "So, Miss Lang. Do you have a first name, or do we have to stay professional?" He asked with a raised eyebrow and a smile.
She smiled back, shaking her head lightly. "Lana." She said, taking out a syringe. "Hold still, you'll only feel a slight prick." She added, going to inject it in his arm.
Clark cringed, as before he could stop her, she'd jabbed at his arm and the needle bent. "Yeah...that won't work." He said the obvious, scratching the back of his head yet again that day.
Lana blinked and brought the syringe to eye level and cocked her head slightly. "That's alright...Let me just got and get another one..." She sighed, about to walk off.
Clark grabbed her arm gently and pulled her to face him. "No, I mean, you won't be able to stick a needle in me. Nothing can get through my skin...the graze I got dealt by a Wraith today was the first time I've experience pain. I've never been ill. I've never even gone and seen a Doctor, before today."
Lana was having trouble speaking, as she kept opening and closing her mouth with no sound coming out, until she uttered a soft, "How?"
"Well, you see, I'm an Ancient..."
Lana laughed, before cocking her head again. "Really..."
"Hmm, believe me, it came as a shock to me too." He sighed.
She shook her head again, staring at him. "Ok, what planet did you come through the Stargate from?"
"Earth..." Clark said simply, before raising an eyebrow at her. "And it's not like you'd know if I made one up off the top of my head anyway; because I'm pretty certain you don't know any planets in the Pegasus Galaxy accept this one."
Lana's eyes narrowed slightly, as she also raised her eyebrow challengingly. "Oh, yeah, and why would you think that?"
"Because; you have the newer Atlantis Expedition Uniform; meaning you came with the rest of the reinforcements; which also means you know about as much as I do about the Pegasus." He said with a smile.
Lana stared at him for a few seconds, "Hmm...ok, smart arse." She said, grinning, her nose crinkling again. "Well, there's nothing I can do for you, then. I've never treated an Ancient before."
Clark nodded gently, standing up. "Ok, well, I best go and try to suck up to Major Sheppard." He replied with a grimace.
Lana smiled and nodded. "You go, suck up, and I don't want to see you in this infirmary again..." She said, before grinning again, "...at least, not in here injured."
Clark smiled. "I can't promise anything..." He said, walking to the doorway. "Bye." He waved behind him as he walked out, before coming to a standstill, thinking.
Summoning up all his courage, he breathed in, before turning around and walking back to the doorway.
"Lana."
She looked back up from her clipboard which she had in front of her. "Hmm...?"
"Would you accompany me for lunch, tomorrow?" He asked, leaning against the door frame.
Lana cocked her head, staring at him, before gently biting on her bottom lip. After a few seconds of thought, she nodded slightly, smiling. "I'd love to...but I don't even know your name...?"
Clark smiled. "Clark, Clark Kent."
She nodded again, grinning. "Then I'll see you, tomorrow at lunch, Clark." She replied, turning back to her clipboard.
Clark nodded to himself, before turning around and walking out; heading to the control room. Grinning like an idiot, all the while.
