John POV

I was impressed, watching O'Neill block hit after hit. I knew she'd been highly skilled in combat before her accident, I'd read that much in her file, but to be able to hold her own against Ronon was something else. Even if he was going easy on her. I watched her walk out of the room, feeling more respect for her than I did previously, if it was possible.

"I knew she was a good warrior," Ronon commented and I shook myself out of my stupor. I looked back at him and he was grinning.

"Come on big guy, let's get to the shooting range, you can show me how you do with guns," I told him and he chuckled, shoving my shoulder lightly.

"So long as you're not too distracted," he teased and I raised a brow at him. Distracted?

Evelyn POV

I headed to the lab after dinner, changing the configurations on our 3D printer so I could print the transformer for Zelenka. A few moments of whirring away and I crossed my arm over my chest, I was still a little annoyed at McKay. I heard gentle tapping across the bench and looked down at my side. Micro was making his way over and I offered him an arm to climb up. He made his way up to my shoulder and rested there, tapping me gently on the collar a few times.

"I'm alright Micro," I sighed. "Just a long day, is all."

It tapped me on the shoulder again and I walked over to the printer and pulled out the still warm piece. I lifted my hand up to my little friend and he jumped onto my ready palm. I lowered my hand to the bench and looked at him.

"I'm headed back to the hanger, are you coming or do you want to stay here," I said and it tapped my palm. "Okay, but I warn you, McKay's in a real mood."

I put him back on my shoulder and then carried the piece back to the hanger where I found McKay and Zelenka leaning over a computer together. They jerked their heads up when I cleared my throat.

"Did you finish the piece?" Zelenka asked and I held out a brand new transformer which should work exactly as the old one did. I placed it on the bench beside them.

"Alright, let's give this bad boy a try," McKay said, walking over to the materialiser and slipping the piece into place. "We're ready to try using the interface program we wrote."

"Sick, okay," I nodded and perched on the corner of the desk they'd been working on. He looked at the German scientist from earlier and gestured for her attention.

"Start her up, but slowly ease her into it," McKay said.

"No, no, no, no," Zelenka argued. "Some of these calculations are not right."

"Maybe you just don't understand them," McKay replied, indignant as always. There was a small explosion in the Dart wreckage and sparks sprayed everywhere. A thick plume of smoke filled the room and the German scientist spoke agitatedly as another guy got the small fire under control with the extinguisher.

"What the hell happened?" McKAy demanded.

"We started it up," the German scientist replied.

"I said 'Slowly ease her into it'!" McKay lectured and I rolled my eyes.

"I was at three percent," the German woman defended.

"The power requirements are delicate, we should have run more simulations before we.." Zelenka said and McKay rolled his eyes.

"Yes, yes! Twenty, twenty hindsight," he said.

"McKay you're being rude again," I told him. He waved me off dismissively.

"You shouldn't be here," Zelenka told him.

"I'm sorry?" McKay asked.

"I'm telling you, these calculations are wrong. Having two consciousnesses inside of a single brain must be very texting," Zelenka said firmly.

"Listen," McKay said and was cut off.

"You're making mistakes," Zelenka said. He held up a tablet for him and McKay scanned over the program again. "Now, leave before you do more harm than good."

McKay looked at me to step in, for someone to back him up and I shook my head. A quick glance at the tablet and Zelenka was right, he was making mistakes. And he was rude all the time. He needed to take a step back from this.

"Doctors always make the worst patients," I told him. "You can't be the one to fix this, McKay. Let Zelenka and I do this, we're not going to let you down."

He nodded softly and walked out of the room, head hanging low. I felt bad but, he couldn't be here. He was going to screw something, or hurt himself, and I didn't want either.

"Don't stay up too late," I told Zelenka, looking at the clock.

"You're one to talk," he pointed out and I laughed. "I'm not the one who put themselves in the medbay, am I?"

"No, which is why I'm heading to bed. Because if John catches me up any later than this I'll get another one of his lectures," I said and Zelenka laughed.

"He cares for you, you know," Zelenka told me.

"I should hope so, I save his butt all the time," I joked and shook my head, gesturing to the door with my thumb. "Goodnight, Zelenka."

I walked past the medbay, debating on whether or not I should talk to Beckett about him prescribing me something. I did feel pretty tired, but I had a lot swirling around in my head. I saw McKay run past me at full pelt and I raised an eyebrow and chased after him.

"McKay!" I called out and he stopped, turning on his heel. "Where's the fire, I thought we sent you to bed."

"You uh, did," he said kind of sheepishly. "McKay's asleep, I'm Cadman. I usually run when I can't sleep. Helps me wind down."

"And I imagine after today you've got a lot to be wound up about," I said. "Hey, listen, I'm really sorry about how McKay's been speaking to you.."

"Why, he's his own man. What comes out of his mouth is not your fault," she said and I nodded.

"Still, I don't have to like it," I said.

"Yeah, me neither," she agreed. "What are you doing up this late?"

"I couldn't sleep either," I replied.

"Wanna come for a run with me?" she asked and I perked up.

"Sure, that sounds fun," I told her.

Rodney POV

I blinked awake, wiping the drool from the corner of my mouth. I stretched a little before sitting up. I came face to face with a photo of a young woman in formal military wear standing beside what looked to be her parents. I stared back at my reflection in the picture.

"Where am I?" I asked. I looked around and then looked down. I was naked.. At least it felt like it.

"Where are my clothes?" I asked and heard stirring.

"Uhh… can't we sleep just a little longer?" Cadman grumbled and I reached for my watch on the bedside table.

"It is 2 in the afternoon. Where the hell are we?" I demanded.

"We're in my room, your mattress sucks," Cadman answered.

"That is a prescription mattress. I need that for my back. Now, how the hell did we get here?" I defended. I liked my mattress.

"I walked here, while you were sleeping," Cadman answered.

"You did what?"

"Yeah, it was a lot easier to use your body when you were asleep," she told me and I grumbled. I looked over to my side when I felt shifting and screamed. I saw the back of a woman's head, blonde head of hair splayed over the pillow. The woman groaned at the sound of me screaming.

"That's O'Neill," Cadman told me.

"What happened last night?!" I demanded and O'Neill pushed herself up off the mattress.

"We went for a run and then had a sleepover, you psycho," O'Neill answered, rubbing her face. "Cadman and I had fun."

"Aww, I had fun too," Cadman replied in my head. "Tell her I had fun."

"I'm not telling her anything until you explain to me why I had a sleepover in your room, with my subordinate, without my pants," McKay demanded.

"You're not wearing pants?" O'Neill demanded and sat up, climbing out from under the blankets to reveal she was in workout wear. I slowly listed the sheets to find I was still wearing my underwear.

"I still have underwear on," I told her and she raised a brow, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I should hope so," she warned me.

"Pants, where are my pants?" I asked Cadman.

"They're over on the chair," Cadman told me and O'Neill turned around, showing her back to me as I wrapped the sheet carefully around myself without looking so Cadman wouldn't see either.

"Seen it," Cadman told me.

"We have got to set some boundaries," I told her.

"Fuck you, McKay, you're the one who stripped down!" O'Neill said.

"No, not you," I told her.

"Yeah, sorry about that. I'm kind of used to sleeping in the buff," Cadman explained. "But since O'Neill was here I settled for underwear. Unless you'd have liked her to see it too."

"Okay you've crossed a line here, Cadman," I told her.

"I guarantee it was more traumatic for me," she replied and I winced as I made my way over to my pants.

"Why are my legs burning?" I demanded and O'Neill chuckled.

"I told you, Cadman and I went for a run together last night," O'Neill answered. "You're kind of out of shape, McKay."

"Oh, why in the world would you do that?" I asked.

"It helps me unwind," the two women answered in sync.

"Okay, okay, this is very important. Did you ingest any citrus? I, I am, I'm deathly allergic to citrus," I asked.

"Uh on," Cadman replied.

"Uh oh?" I echoed and I heard snickering.

"Rodney, look, I worked out, I came here and I went to bed. Jeez, loosen up," Cadman replied.

"McKay, you do know if she did ingest any citrus, you'd be dead by now, right?" O'Neil commented.

"Oh don't you start with me and all, I'm mad at you too!" I told her and she spun around, glaring at me indignantly.

"Excuse me? What about!" she demanded.

"Well.. uh.. a lot of things actually," I told her. She shook her head.

"I just can't with you," she said, making her way to the door and storming out of it.

"You're not very good with women, are you?" Cadman asked as she watched her go. I groaned. It was going to be a long day.