Disclaimer: Will she be accepted? Will they vote to send her away? What is
this, Survivor? Wouldn't you like to know?
The Testing of Wills.
Ch. 10
Major Sheppard recovered three days later, and under direct orders from Weir, he and 26 were civil to each other. She had apologized profusely and in several ways, all of them cultural. She and Doctor Beckett got along swimmingly, and she happily discussed her brethren with him. It seemed that the Pegasus liked variety in their servants, because that's what they were, and had programmed each with unique abilities and skills.
26 had been specifically built to maintain systems and erase viruses and the like. It was easily understandable how she had hacked so easily into their systems.
McKay sometimes joined them, but mostly he was nervous that something he said would set her off and he'd find himself in the fetal position in severe pain.
It took a while for people to get used to the concept of 26, and they still found it strange that her name was a number. When they finally realized that she really, really, really, really meant them no harm, they started to loosen up slightly.
"Good morning, 26." greeted Aidan. She looked up from the console, a slight 'deer-in-highlights' look on her face, and then she smiled kindly when she saw him.
"Good morning, Aidan Ford." she greeted, chirpily. He smiled and then went to report in. Even though he'd technically never left the 'office', he still had to report in and punch out.
Weir walked in, hair still slightly wet from her shower, and looked around.
"Where's Rodney?" she asked, and 26 checked before smirking.
"Sleeping. His alarm clock's been deactivated." she said. Weir looked at her and she tilted her head. "I could wake him if you'd like."
"Alright, but be gentle."
"Yes, Elizabeth." she said. She liked to use their names. Partly because she didn't have one of her own. Mostly because they were so nice to say. They were different.
She set about waking Rodney. Be gentle...sure, she could do that.
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"Rodney."
He moaned and rolled over, pulling the pillow with him.
"Five more minutes." he mumbled.
"'Fraid not, doctor McKay." The lights turned on and the windows opened, letting in the brisk morning air. "Rise and shine." came 26's cheerful voice. He opened his eyes and scowled.
"I will rise, but I refuse to shine." he muttered. She chuckled.
"You're late. Come on, get up."
"Alright, alright." he gave in, and sat up. then he paused. "You're not still watching, are you?" When he got no answer, he nodded and got up, getting dressed. 26, who had indeed been listening, but not watching, resisted the urge to do a catcall at him, as she feared it might give him gray hairs. He would never forgive her for that.
When he arrived in the gate room, she nodded greetings and actually glanced at him as he sat at his station next to her.
"Slept well I hope?" she asked.
"Oh shut up." he replied, and she smirked, disengaging herself from the console.
"All files checked and rechecked, updated, and checked again, Elizabeth Weir." she announced.
"Thank you, 26." acknowledged Weir. 26 nodded and gathered her stuff from the console. Most of it was food. She used the nutrients and everything else to power her systems.
"You really need a name." Rodney muttered, and she chuckled, leaving for the sick bay, where she was helping Carson study the arm that had been severed from a Wraith in their initial strike against Athosia. They were attempting to figure out how they drew energy from a person.
"Morning, Doctor Beckett."
"Morning, 26."
"Anything new?"
"I wish."
The two of them got to work and 26 looked forward to another day of interesting conversation and amusing interaction between herself and Major Sheppard.
The Testing of Wills.
Ch. 10
Major Sheppard recovered three days later, and under direct orders from Weir, he and 26 were civil to each other. She had apologized profusely and in several ways, all of them cultural. She and Doctor Beckett got along swimmingly, and she happily discussed her brethren with him. It seemed that the Pegasus liked variety in their servants, because that's what they were, and had programmed each with unique abilities and skills.
26 had been specifically built to maintain systems and erase viruses and the like. It was easily understandable how she had hacked so easily into their systems.
McKay sometimes joined them, but mostly he was nervous that something he said would set her off and he'd find himself in the fetal position in severe pain.
It took a while for people to get used to the concept of 26, and they still found it strange that her name was a number. When they finally realized that she really, really, really, really meant them no harm, they started to loosen up slightly.
"Good morning, 26." greeted Aidan. She looked up from the console, a slight 'deer-in-highlights' look on her face, and then she smiled kindly when she saw him.
"Good morning, Aidan Ford." she greeted, chirpily. He smiled and then went to report in. Even though he'd technically never left the 'office', he still had to report in and punch out.
Weir walked in, hair still slightly wet from her shower, and looked around.
"Where's Rodney?" she asked, and 26 checked before smirking.
"Sleeping. His alarm clock's been deactivated." she said. Weir looked at her and she tilted her head. "I could wake him if you'd like."
"Alright, but be gentle."
"Yes, Elizabeth." she said. She liked to use their names. Partly because she didn't have one of her own. Mostly because they were so nice to say. They were different.
She set about waking Rodney. Be gentle...sure, she could do that.
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"Rodney."
He moaned and rolled over, pulling the pillow with him.
"Five more minutes." he mumbled.
"'Fraid not, doctor McKay." The lights turned on and the windows opened, letting in the brisk morning air. "Rise and shine." came 26's cheerful voice. He opened his eyes and scowled.
"I will rise, but I refuse to shine." he muttered. She chuckled.
"You're late. Come on, get up."
"Alright, alright." he gave in, and sat up. then he paused. "You're not still watching, are you?" When he got no answer, he nodded and got up, getting dressed. 26, who had indeed been listening, but not watching, resisted the urge to do a catcall at him, as she feared it might give him gray hairs. He would never forgive her for that.
When he arrived in the gate room, she nodded greetings and actually glanced at him as he sat at his station next to her.
"Slept well I hope?" she asked.
"Oh shut up." he replied, and she smirked, disengaging herself from the console.
"All files checked and rechecked, updated, and checked again, Elizabeth Weir." she announced.
"Thank you, 26." acknowledged Weir. 26 nodded and gathered her stuff from the console. Most of it was food. She used the nutrients and everything else to power her systems.
"You really need a name." Rodney muttered, and she chuckled, leaving for the sick bay, where she was helping Carson study the arm that had been severed from a Wraith in their initial strike against Athosia. They were attempting to figure out how they drew energy from a person.
"Morning, Doctor Beckett."
"Morning, 26."
"Anything new?"
"I wish."
The two of them got to work and 26 looked forward to another day of interesting conversation and amusing interaction between herself and Major Sheppard.