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Fly between blue and green

Soar, dive down, bronze and brown

Dragonmen must fly when Threads are in the sky

-Sing the Fighting Thread song, then quickly moves on before she gets obsessive and listens to it 34 TIMES IN A ROW AGAIN, moving to the Dragon Lady fast jig--Slight twitching-

Lol So yeah, here's your fourth chapter! Just watched The Daily Show with Jon Stewart. GOD I love that show! Jon's the best! Lol

Ed Helms: "Maybe we're just lazy... thinkers?"

Erikstrulove and M.A.- Actually... you're both completely correct. Lol Smart girls. That's exactly what she was going to ask. "Back home.... Were you seeing anyone seriously?" Shame how things turned out. But! Hope still shines bright!

Also, M.A.- You strange woman! LOL! Loved the long review. "Straight to the top of The List." And Rodney just admitted to lying the first time he was questioned. Foocl. -Shakes head- Crazy. You're all crazy....

On with the actual reason for this chapter's being!

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Chapter 4- Wrong? Never.

"McKay, are you still messing with that lever?" John asked, annoyed, as Rodney sat down across from him in the conference room.

"Yes."

"Look, didn't you say it was a disguise machine? Then why not just leave it alone?"

"Because the Ancients were an advanced race. Do you really think that they would mess up on something that they would have found easy compared to some of their other endeavors?"

John paused, then exclaimed, "You said it was a failed disguise machine!"

Rodney looked annoyed now, as if talking to such an inferior angered him. "I just think we should study it more. Why would the Ancients make a machine that turns you ridiculous colors? There must be a reason."

John grinned, his voice smug. "Why don't you just say it? You. Were. WRONG!"

Rodney glared, jaw set in that stubborn way of his, and said nothing. This gave John the answer he needed, however, and the major pointed at him, excited.

"HA! The great Dr. McKay was wrong! How about that!"

"Major, I wasn't wrong.... Just misled."

"Wrong, wrong, wrong," John teased in a sing-song voice.

"Listen here, Major," Rodney ground out, glaring full force, "I was not-"

"Rodney McKay was wrong!" John crowed, interrupting him. "Hoo hoo, wait till I tell Ford!"

Rodney was about to stand, looking seriously pissed off, when a sudden slam startled them into swinging their gazes around.

Standing in the doorway was Dr. Elizabeth Weir, Teyla and Ford nearly cowering behind her.

Did I mention that this was a very angry looking Dr. Weir?

"What the hell is the matter with you people?" She snapped, glaring at the two of them. "Can I not leave you alone in the same room for more than five minutes without you squabbling like children?"

"Uh...." Both men were at a loss for words- shocking in Rodney's case- and Rodney just gaped silently at her. He'd never seen her so mad- even when he had blown up that Ancient device, or when he had accidentally burned Carson's lab notes to a crisp, or when he had-

"And it's always over something completely inane!" She fumed, interrupting Rodney's thoughts. "I'm sick of this! Act your age, for once! That color machine didn't affect your brains, I'm sure, so act like the intelligent men you supposedly are!" She glared once more, then stalked to the head of the table and sat down hard, dropping her stuff with a clatter. Teyla and Ford meekly walked in after her and took their seats.

"Now," she began, seeming much more calm, though her eyes burned. "I've got your next mission here...."

"What's with her?" John whispered to Ford cautiously as Liz began explaining things.

"PMS," Ford muttered back.

"Excuse me."

They looked up to the source of the poisonous voice, and found a smiling serpent awaiting them. "Is there something you'd like to share with all of us?"

"Uh, no," John said softly.

"Oh, good. Because I do so hate-" She punctuated the word with a slam of her hand on the table that made them all jump, "-to be interrupted when I'm talking! Can I continue now?"

John wisely said nothing, staring at her in total shock. Rodney still hadn't recovered and had yet to attempt to do anything but breathe.

"Thank you! Now like I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted...."

The meeting continued without a hitch, no one daring to say anything, and Rodney had eventually recovered. The four team members stood after Liz dismissed them and left herself, the three men a bit lost as to what had just happened.

"Okay, that was officially the strangest thing I've seen yet," Ford commented, thinking to himself, And that's even including Major Sheppard and Dr. Weir's color changes. Now that was strange; I didn't think it could get topped, let alone so quickly.

Teyla smiled slightly. "Dr. Weir is merely having an off day. She will be fine by tomorrow, I am sure."

"Yeah, right," John agreed, giving Teyla an odd look, obviously still thinking on Liz.

"I'm.. going to go.. work in the lab," Rodney said quickly. "I'll see you all at 1500 for the mission?" And with that he was gone.

Ford stared after him and John grinned.

"He's a terrible liar," Ford pointed out.

"I know. But with him off with Liz this gives us a rare and open chance to plan a little bit.

"Are you certain that this is wise, Major?" Teyla asked uneasily.

"Of course I am! Have I ever been wrong before?"

Aiden and Teyla traded looks and John gave them strange 'what did I ever do?' looks.

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"Hey, Elizabeth! Elizabeth!"

Liz turned as Rodney ran up to her, still peeved, but not as badly.

"Rodney."

He winced slightly at her curt tone, but still walked with her as she began moving again. "Look, Elizabeth, are you okay? Because that woman back in the meeting? That wasn't the normal you. Is something wrong?"

She sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. "I know. And I'm fine; I think I just need some sleep."

"Won't argue there. You should take a day off."

Liz chuckled, in considerably better- though more tired- spirits. "What I need is caffeine. I can't afford to take a day off."

"We won't think less of you; everyone needs a break now and again."

She smiled wryly. "Even you?"

"No, not me. Sleep is unnecessary for me," he said arrogantly. She smiled but he stopped their forward motion- aka walking- with a hand on her shoulder, turning her to face him.

"Seriously, Elizabeth. You need rest. You're no good to us unconcious." For reasons he couldn't even begin to fathom, he brushed her hair behind her ear. They stood, eyes locked for a moment. Then he cleared his throat and dropped his hand, looking away. "Well, I have work to do before the mission. I'll see you then; get some sleep. For me, if nothing else."

Liz smiled slightly. "All right, I'll try."

Rodney nodded, then quickly walked off. He'd have to be twice as snarky now to the others to belay the thought of him going soft.

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"AT-1, are you ready to embark?" Liz asked the team standing before the Stargate from her position in the control room.

"Ready and waiting," John replied cheerily, his eyes and grin screaming 'I know something you don't know!'.

I'll have to see what's going on when they get back, Liz thought absently.

"Then you're clear to go. Good luck." She was addressing the entire team, but her eyes were glued to Rodney on the last bit.

"Thank you, Dr. Weir. Come on, McKay," John ordered, stepping through the Gate and ignoring the glare Rodney shot him.

He cast a pleading look back at Liz as if to ask 'Do I have to?', but she merely smiled teasingly in return. With a sigh that resigned himself to his fate, he stepped through the Gate that the waiting Teyla was holding open for him.

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A/N: Oh Lord! And here I was hoping for a quick, maybe 6 chapter story. Looks like my imagination has other plans, however. -Sighs and shakes head- So.. for those of you who were looking for a longer one... this may end up being at least 10 at the rate I'm going. Lol I know this chapter is actually a bit shorter than I wanted it to be- to my eyes, anyway- but I'll have Ch. 5 up soon. This was simply the best place to end was all.

Do I even need to mention flames? Unless they are flames de l'amor! -Looks confused- That made no sense. Lol

- V.