Once the infirmary was cleared, Beckett brought her over the uniform they'd stripped off her when bringing her into the infirmary and then closed the curtain to give her some privacy and went to collect her weapons, figuring they'd be a lot better off with her than hanging around in his infirmary.
"So you've seen these Wraith, Doctor Becker?" She asked him, as she emerged from behind the curtain, fully dressed except for her boots, which were on the bed. She saw the stack of weapons and headed for it, but her attention was still on the Doctor.
"Aye. Nasty buggers," he said. "And my name's not Becker, it's Beckett."
"What do they – I'm missing a gun..." She said, distracted. She'd put Jack's Beretta in the holster at the small of her back, and had strapped on the zat holster, but the holster that carried her Beretta was empty.
"I believe the Major picked it up when you dropped it, Colonel."
She frowned at the thought of having dropped any weapon – especially her Beretta, which had been her brother's before it'd been her own.
You had good reason to...Yeah, but still...
She attached the long sheath with the knife to the side of her belt, and then sat down to put her boots on.
"Where are you from, Doctor Becker?" She asked. "That's a Scottish accent? Or an Irish one?"
"From Scotland," he told her, debating whether he should remind her what his name was once more. "And yourself?"
"Wisconsin." She told him, pulling her boot on. "I've done a lot of traveling, though, so I can't really call any one place home, I suppose."
She stood up, and picked up her P-90.
"Thanks for taking care of us, Doctor. We owe you."
Carson shrugged.
"It's my job, Colonel." He told her. "However, I was serious when I said you should have another check up later, just to make sure there's no ill-affects from the beam, and please come back if you're having any adverse reactions."
"I will."
She headed for the door, her empty holster slapping against her thigh.
OOOOOOOOO
Sheppard was leaning against the wall, waiting for her when she stepped out into the hall. He stood a bit straighter, and gave her a half-smile as he handed over her Beretta.
"You dropped this."
"Thanks." She took the gun, worked the action to make sure the chamber was cleared, and then holstered it. "I was looking for that."
"I figured you would be." He gestured towards the left. "Would you like the grand tour of the place before we get you settled?"
"No. I'd like to drop off some of this hardware, first, if you don't mind? Then you can give me the tour while you tell me about these Wraith, and what happened to Sumner."
"I don't mind at all." He started down the hall. "You're going to be in the room next to mine, for now, Colonel," John told her. "Unless that's a problem?"
"Do you snore?"
"I don't think so."
"I can't imagine you're having loud parties..."
Sheppard shook his head.
"Then that's fine."
"Doctor Weir is just down the hall, and several of the Athosians are in the same section."
"Athosians?"
"A group of people we met when we got here – while we were looking for a safe place to go in case the power died in the city and the shields gave out."
"They were living here when you got here?" She asked, curiously. "Are they Ancients?"
"No, Colonel. They were living on another planet – a Wraith planet. We found them, and brought them back here when we realized how much danger there was on their own."
Sheppard almost expected her to get on him about them bringing back some civilians to the city when they only had a limited amount of supplies, but she just nodded.
"You can't leave people to die..."
"Yeah."
"So, the Atho-"
"Major!"
They both turned at the call, and Aiden Ford came trotting up. His normally cheerful face lit up when he saw Mitchell, and much to Sheppard's surprise, her face lit up as well.
"Colonel Mitchell! I was hoping it was you!"
"Lieutenant Ford," Mitchell held her hand out to him, and he shook it warmly. "It's good to see you."
"You two know each other?" Sheppard asked, surprised.
"Colonel Mitchell and SG-2 were my training officers when I joined the SGC, Sir," Ford explained. "I haven't seen her in years, but you never forget a person who shoots you with a zat intentionally."
"It was an accident..."
"Uh huh..."
"Mind your manners, Lieutenant," she warned him, but the smile on her face told Sheppard and Ford that Mitchell wasn't really pulling rank this time.
"Aye, aye, Ma'am." Ford said, grinning. "What are you doing here, if I may ask?"
"I brought you supplies."
"Why didn't Major Anderson come?"
Grief welled up in Melony at the innocent question, and she felt her face tighten.
Steady...Talon couldn't keep her emotions entirely in check without imposing his will – which he wasn't going to do – so the sudden pain in her expression was plain to see.
"He was... killed... a short while ago."
"Oh, God..." Aiden Ford hadn't really known Anderson that well, but he'd heard somewhere that when Mitchell went off to become a Tok'ra that she and the Major had become quite the item, so he knew that the loss was far more personal than just losing a subordinate on her former team. "I'm really sorry to hear that, Colonel. He was a good guy."
Mitchell nodded, unable to speak for a moment. Both men pretended to not notice.
"He was, Lieutenant..." she finally said, forcing a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "But... that's not here or there. Major Sheppard here was telling me about the Wraith – or he was going to – but I do want to talk to you later." About the Wraith, and to see how he'd been doing. She'd been pleasantly surprised to find someone she actually knew in the ranks. The only name she'd recognized was Colonel Sumner's. But, she hadn't went through the entire list, so maybe there were even more surprises to come.
"It'll be my pleasure, Colonel."
"Mine, too."
What's a zat?" Sheppard asked, curiously, as the two of them continued their walk.