Stargate: Atlantis. Siblings.

CHAPTER 10:

"Why am I always waking up here?" I asked Mr. Scottsman.

"Ooh, I don't know, love. But it's alright," he flashed a cheerful Beckett smile, "I like the company."

"Then I'm glad to help," I smiled back at the Scottish doctor as he walked to another patient on the other side of the room.

I looked to the right and saw my reflection staring back at me through the metallic shine of a bedpan. "Holy shit," I leaned forward towards the reflective surface and squinted, "I look like shit."

"It's about time you figured that one out." John threw his apple up in the air as he walked into the infirmary, "I've been tellin' ya that for years."

"Ha. Ha. Hilarious." I stuck out my tongue, "I'm telling mom."

"Nope," he shook his shaggy head gently as he spoke, "not part of the deal. You could only tell mom if you broke your back, and you didn't. Ergo I'm safe." He smiled an obnoxious smile as he came and sat down beside my bed, tossing the apple back and forth from hand to hand.

I sat and stared, watching, almost mesmerized by the apple. "Fair enough. But you owe me a LOT of beer."

"Once you're off the painkillers we'll get right to it." John took a loud bite of apple.

"Deal," I stuck out my hand to shake on it, "painkillers plus booze means a really sloppy night really fast." I shook my head in thought as I recalled my hand and wiped it off on the bedsheets. Sticky apple juices. Blech.

"Yup," he nodded and made a face as he reminisced, "I remember when you got your wisdom teeth out and insisted on comin' to my Hobo's and Crackwhore's party…"

"Oh god that was a mess." I threw my head back and shut my eyes with a smile.

John continued speaking, he began gesturing with his hands resulting in apple juices flinging everywhere. Most likely on purpose. "Ya, ended up having to call mom to pick you up when you passed out in a plant-pot in the front yard dressed in only a garbage bag and fingerless gloves clutching a 40 of Old English in a paper bag."

"After getting so dizzy off T3's that I walked into a wall and fell into the shower stall when I went to go pee." I paused for a moment, "fortunately I didn't pee on myself."

"Yeeaaa… not so sure…" He took another loud bite as he looked away nonchalantly.

My head shot up fast in protest, "I didn't!"

"Okaaaaayyy…" John gave me a skeptical look from the side.

"Y'gotta gimme credit though, I really stayed in character." I tried to find a positive in the memory.

"That you did…" He slapped my knee as he got up to go back to his duties.

Ronon and Teyla walked in just as John straightened up, "Are we… interrupting something?" Teyla spoke slowly so as not to startle us, unfortunately for John he was so focused on his apple that he jumped at the sound.

He regained his composer quickly and took another bite, "Nah," John turned around as we both laughed, "Just lookin' back on some odd memories that's all."

"You were a whore?" I snorted out a laugh at Ronon's question, "Noo, not quite, I was just dressed like one for a party."

"You wanted to be a whore for a party…" Ronon lifted an eyebrow, clearly confused.

"Ya she was a whore." John gave Ronon a good juicy slap on the chest as he walked past to leave, "she's had a loooooooootttttt of boyfriends if ya know what I mean." He winked, "stay awaaaayyy."

I shot up in my bed, "John!?" I grabbed a Kleenex box off the bedside table and hucked it at him just as he ran off with his beloved apple.

Next I looked to Ronon calmly, "I didn't have lots of boyfriends…. Well I did, but that's not the point I mean I-" Rodney showed up and cut me off, thank god.

"SO!" He clapped his hands together in order to pull the attention of the crowd. "Hey Rodney," I smiled, grateful for the interruption. "Oh did you figure out what that thing is yet?"

"No, Zalenka and I have been scouring the database and still nothing."

"Hmm." I looked back up at Rodney, "How 'bout the ZPM, any power left?"

"Yes! Actually, quite a bit." Rodney stood with a very excited look on his face. No doubt imagining all the things he could turn on and discover with the extra push of power.

I looked down in thought before my gaze shifted up to Ronon, "Oh, I'm sure it wasn't easy, so thanks for getting me down from the tree."

"No problem, it was actually pretty easy. You passed out and fell most of the way, I just caught ya a few feet up in the trees n' tossed ya over my shoulder."

My mouth dropped open before I screamed, "JOOOOOOOOHHHHNNNNNN!"

XXXXX

I stepped into the cafeteria with a ferocious temper.

Put me in danger, stupid pissheaded lunatic. I KNEW something bad was gunna happen but nooooOOoo, "c'mon, you'll be fiiine," I mocked my brother's voice as I noticed him and stomped towards him at the table.

"You."

"Me?" John looked up, startled, from his soup.

"You didn't tell me I fell out of the tree!"

"You didn't ask! And technically you didn't fall out of the tree… Ronon caught you."

"That doesn't count! Look at me!" I gestured to all the red scrapes and cuts all over my face and hands. "I'm a disaster!"

"Don't need to look at you to know that." He looked up at me, "you must admit, you set yourself up for that one."

"Definitely." Goddammit.

John went back to his soup, purposefully slurping as noisily as possible from his spoon.

I looked down on him in disgust, "You sound like a babbling brook."

"So do you, shuttup, I'm eating."

"Ya, why are you always eating, don't you have work to do?"

My question was met by silence which annoyed me even more. I stood there, bruised, scraped and broken, staring down at my brother. "Next time you get kidnapped I'm not saving you."

"Ronon and Teyla saved me." John smirked knowing he'd hit a nerve. All I want is some goddam appreciation! I huffed and stomped my foot like a child just before I let out the weirdest screech of frustration ever, "EEEEUUUAAAAAGHHHH!" (Sounding something like that) before I stormed away feeling all the eyes in the cafeteria follow me.