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The Testing of Wills.
Ch. 5
Rodney was in his suit before he really even thought about forming a plan. He had his weapon before he had one that was plausible in his head, and he was halfway down the hallway before he realized that he was going to need help. And since he wanted to get through this plan before their visitor had time to find out about it, he went for the person nearest him.
"Carson, put this on and make it quick." Rodney said, as he tossed a vest at the good doctor. Dr. Beckett looked at the vest and then at Rodney, all dressed up and carrying two weapons. "C'mon, hurry up!" insisted the anthropologist, and Carson sighed, pulling it on. He really should have asked for a reason, but he really didn't think he wanted to know. Rodney handed him the second gun, which was smaller than the one Rodney himself carried, and motioned for Carson to follow as he walked down the hall.
"We're not abou' to do wha' I think we're abou' to do, are we?" Carson asked. Rodney didn't answer, but when they got to the teleporter, he looked around and then looked at the doctor.
"When the doors to the lab open, jump out and run for cover before she can shut the doors again, okay?" he asked, more for clarification than verification. Carson groaned quietly to himself and the two of them walked into the transporter, preparing to spring out again.
When the doors opened, they sprang out, and barely avoided being crushed by the doors as their hacker attempted to close them prematurely. Carson got up and looked around for cover, but then he saw the intruder and stopped.
"Wait a minu'. Are you wha' this fuss is all abou'?" he asked, and Rodney's head popped out from behind a console to yell at Carson for stopping to question the person who had almost killed Aidan Ford, a very capable if not injury prone lieutenant. The warning caught in his throat as he took in the sight of their alien intruder.
"Well," Rodney said, standing up and walking out to stand next to Carson. The two of them stared at the young woman as she glared daggers at them, and he took a deep breath. "So much for the monster in the closet syndrome."
"Oh, aye, Rodney. She's a fierce beast, eh?" teased the Scottish doctor. Rodney sulked.
"Shut up." he said. Then he turned to the girl, who looked to be about thirteen, despite her strange eye color. "Come on, you." he said, and she narrowed her eyes further. "You're going to have to explain yourself to Doctor Weir."
"It was very wrong, wha' ye did, playin' around with all those things." added Dr. Beckett, much like a father would to a daughter. "Ye could have hurt someone."
"That was my intent." she said, and they stopped, but only for a second. Then Rodney went to grab her arm, only to be thrown across the room in one, effortless motion. Carson cursed and backed away, pointing the gun in her direction.
"Rodney, are ye okay?" asked the doctor, and there came a responding groan. The girl smirked, and turned back to her console. She worked at it for a few moments and then a small shield shimmered into existence around her. Carson held his groan back, but barely. "Perfect."
"Wazzat?" asked the stunned scientist. Carson glanced at him and then looked back at the girl.
"Who are ye and why are ye doing this?"
"I am none of your business, and you are not fit to be here." she responded. Instead of her usual upbeat manner however, she seemed livid. Edging closer, Carson tried to see what she was looking at but couldn't. It was like she was seeing things he couldn't.
"Whaddya mean, not fit to be here?" demanded Rodney, getting to his feet.
"Your species is clumsy and foolish. You go to places where you are not welcome and try to barter for things that you do not deserve to know about. You have visited six worlds, and on each one, you could not even stay out of trouble for one hour. What is worse, you have woken up the destroyers of worlds, with no way to defend against them or protect those whom you have unleashed the destroyers upon." she said, her working becoming more and more furious. Carson shared a look with Rodney that plainly said that this girl was bonkers.
"None of that was our fault." Rodney defended. She bleated in response. "Listen, if you're trying to get us to leave, just because you don't like us, you've got another thing coming."
"This is our home now, we can't go back to where we came from." Beckett added, in an attempt to be useful. The girl only scoffed.
"If I wanted you to leave, I would have opened the wormhole and ordered you to go." she snapped, red-orange eyes flicking back and forth, still looking at nothing. Her fingers had stopped moving, but Carson and Rodney could see that commands were still being given.
"Well if you don't want us to leave, then what?" demanded Rodney. She stopped, and she looked at them, and her cold stare sent icy daggers of fear into their hearts.
"I want you to die."
A/N: Gasp!! Okay, sorry, short one, but it all gets explained...eventually. and this is not a self insertion, or she'd be taller and older and stuff. anyway, review, I wanna know if you like it or not. And I'm sorry for mangling Carson's speech pattern, but he is Scottish.
The Testing of Wills.
Ch. 5
Rodney was in his suit before he really even thought about forming a plan. He had his weapon before he had one that was plausible in his head, and he was halfway down the hallway before he realized that he was going to need help. And since he wanted to get through this plan before their visitor had time to find out about it, he went for the person nearest him.
"Carson, put this on and make it quick." Rodney said, as he tossed a vest at the good doctor. Dr. Beckett looked at the vest and then at Rodney, all dressed up and carrying two weapons. "C'mon, hurry up!" insisted the anthropologist, and Carson sighed, pulling it on. He really should have asked for a reason, but he really didn't think he wanted to know. Rodney handed him the second gun, which was smaller than the one Rodney himself carried, and motioned for Carson to follow as he walked down the hall.
"We're not abou' to do wha' I think we're abou' to do, are we?" Carson asked. Rodney didn't answer, but when they got to the teleporter, he looked around and then looked at the doctor.
"When the doors to the lab open, jump out and run for cover before she can shut the doors again, okay?" he asked, more for clarification than verification. Carson groaned quietly to himself and the two of them walked into the transporter, preparing to spring out again.
When the doors opened, they sprang out, and barely avoided being crushed by the doors as their hacker attempted to close them prematurely. Carson got up and looked around for cover, but then he saw the intruder and stopped.
"Wait a minu'. Are you wha' this fuss is all abou'?" he asked, and Rodney's head popped out from behind a console to yell at Carson for stopping to question the person who had almost killed Aidan Ford, a very capable if not injury prone lieutenant. The warning caught in his throat as he took in the sight of their alien intruder.
"Well," Rodney said, standing up and walking out to stand next to Carson. The two of them stared at the young woman as she glared daggers at them, and he took a deep breath. "So much for the monster in the closet syndrome."
"Oh, aye, Rodney. She's a fierce beast, eh?" teased the Scottish doctor. Rodney sulked.
"Shut up." he said. Then he turned to the girl, who looked to be about thirteen, despite her strange eye color. "Come on, you." he said, and she narrowed her eyes further. "You're going to have to explain yourself to Doctor Weir."
"It was very wrong, wha' ye did, playin' around with all those things." added Dr. Beckett, much like a father would to a daughter. "Ye could have hurt someone."
"That was my intent." she said, and they stopped, but only for a second. Then Rodney went to grab her arm, only to be thrown across the room in one, effortless motion. Carson cursed and backed away, pointing the gun in her direction.
"Rodney, are ye okay?" asked the doctor, and there came a responding groan. The girl smirked, and turned back to her console. She worked at it for a few moments and then a small shield shimmered into existence around her. Carson held his groan back, but barely. "Perfect."
"Wazzat?" asked the stunned scientist. Carson glanced at him and then looked back at the girl.
"Who are ye and why are ye doing this?"
"I am none of your business, and you are not fit to be here." she responded. Instead of her usual upbeat manner however, she seemed livid. Edging closer, Carson tried to see what she was looking at but couldn't. It was like she was seeing things he couldn't.
"Whaddya mean, not fit to be here?" demanded Rodney, getting to his feet.
"Your species is clumsy and foolish. You go to places where you are not welcome and try to barter for things that you do not deserve to know about. You have visited six worlds, and on each one, you could not even stay out of trouble for one hour. What is worse, you have woken up the destroyers of worlds, with no way to defend against them or protect those whom you have unleashed the destroyers upon." she said, her working becoming more and more furious. Carson shared a look with Rodney that plainly said that this girl was bonkers.
"None of that was our fault." Rodney defended. She bleated in response. "Listen, if you're trying to get us to leave, just because you don't like us, you've got another thing coming."
"This is our home now, we can't go back to where we came from." Beckett added, in an attempt to be useful. The girl only scoffed.
"If I wanted you to leave, I would have opened the wormhole and ordered you to go." she snapped, red-orange eyes flicking back and forth, still looking at nothing. Her fingers had stopped moving, but Carson and Rodney could see that commands were still being given.
"Well if you don't want us to leave, then what?" demanded Rodney. She stopped, and she looked at them, and her cold stare sent icy daggers of fear into their hearts.
"I want you to die."
A/N: Gasp!! Okay, sorry, short one, but it all gets explained...eventually. and this is not a self insertion, or she'd be taller and older and stuff. anyway, review, I wanna know if you like it or not. And I'm sorry for mangling Carson's speech pattern, but he is Scottish.