The Night if Full of Mares
I do not own Stargate: Atlantis
NO spoilers
Warning! This chapter's even shorter than normal. But, to make it up to you, I'll start writing later today.
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The heat was really bothering Chuck. He sat with his hands folded in his lap in front of Elizabeth's desk. After an embarrassingly long medical examination, he'd finally been given clothing and something to eat. But it felt so warm in Weir's office! Perhaps it was just because of old Atlantis being so damp and chilly.
"Chuck!" sighed Elizabeth as she half ran into the office. She had a barely controlled smile on her face. "I can't believe it, first Rodney….now you!" Her eyes were full of hope. Chuck smiled back.
"It's really nice to be back, ma'am." he said. But secretly, the technician was itching to get his mountain of questions answered. "What exactly happened to us?"
"I don't know." Elizabeth admitted, tilting her head. "But I have Dr. Zelenka working on it now." Chuck bit his lip slightly. "What about McKay?" he asked automatically.
"Ah, yes. Dr. Keller is forcing him to sleep for a while. He's been up for over thirty hours!" Chuck twitched.
"Thirty ma'am?" he repeated, trying to think back. A lot of what had happened in old Atlantis was fading. He was, however, sure that Rodney had not been gone that long. "Well, how long were we gone?"
"A week."
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Sheppard looked sideways at Lorne. They had no idea where Carson was, or where they were. Sheppard looked ready to kill something, so Lorne just tried to avoid him. He really wished he had a weapon. Really wished. Suddenly, Sheppard stopped walking. He looked around, his mop of spiky hair reflecting light form a window. Lorne blinked and nearly started laughing. It looked so big! He clutched his stomach, trying to cut off his snorts of laughter.
Sheppard turned around to stare at the major. He frowned. Lorne was nearly doubled over in laughter. Sheppard put his hands on his hips, looking ludicrously girly. "What's so funny?" he asked, his mind feeling a bit fuzzy. "I…don't…know!" Lorne managed to finally gain control of himself.
Lorne was a bit scared now. Sheppard's hair really wasn't anything humorous. Why had he been laughing? He suddenly felt a pang in his stomach. God, he was starving… and thirsty, too. He couldn't believe he hadn't noticed it before! Sheppard winced, putting a hand over his own stomach.
"Did you feel it too?" he asked.
"The sudden-hunger-pain?"
"And…water-needing-pain…" Sheppard added. Lorne's mouth twitched. Water-needing pain…he thought. He was then laughing once more. Sheppard joined him, banging on the wall with his fists.
Carson breathed a sigh of relief. He'd finally found Lorne and Sheppard! "Lads!" he called, running toward them. Abigail followed, holding her dress down. However, Carson froze when he got close enough to really see them. They were practically on the ground, leaning on each other and stumbling around blindly. Lorne was gasping endlessly, and Sheppard was nearly pitching forward with strange spasms. Blood trickled from the corner of the major's mouth, and Sheppard looked ready to collapse.
Carson stared for a moment, too shocked to move. Then, he was pushed forward by Abigail. "They're sick, Carson!" she wailed. She sounded afraid. Beckett approached them, holding out his hands.
"Come on, lads." He moaned. "Stay still."
"C-Ca-arson!" Sheppard hiccupped, looking incredibly drunk.
"What's…wrong….w-with ussss?" gasped Lorne.
Carson noticed that the strange spasms running through the colonel's body were laughs. So were Lorne's gasping sounds. However, looking into their eyes, Carson found pure terror. He quickly maneuvered Lorne to lean against his shoulder, as Sheppard had the wall. He then got them both to sit down, which took quite a bit longer than he had expected.
His mind and heart racing, Carson knelt beside Lorne, tilting the major's head up. "Open your mouth, son." He said quickly. Lorne couldn't comply. Carson, wincing, pried it open. Lorne's mouth was flecked with blood. Examining his lips, Carson realized that the blood was coming from the side of his mouth. Thank God. No internal bleeding. But his larynx was probably getting one hell of a beating…
It was the same with Sheppard. Carson had no idea what was wrong with them. And then, quite suddenly, it stopped. They just stopped laughing. Their chests heaved, taking in much needed air. Lorne coughed, wincing. Sheppard rubbed his neck.
"Okay," hissed Lorne. "This…is…getting weird."
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Rodney snored, drooling all over his pillow. It was a good dream. He was eating ice cream, and cake, and pie, and more cake…but wait! Abigail's face suddenly appeared in the middle of his pudding bowl. Screeching, he dropped it.
"The grumpy one's research…something's wrong…."
Gasping, Rodney awoke. He groaned, looking at the bedside clock. 2 AM. Great, he thought. Now I can't sleep. Throughout the few minutes it took him to get dressed, he kept thinking about what Abigail had said.
"There's nothing wrong with my research!" he scoffed to himself. But it couldn't hurt to check. Off to see Zelenka!
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Notes
Okay, I know this story is moving really slowly and I know the chapters are way too short. But I just want to let everyone know, no matter how slow this may go I always finish my stories!