A/N: Okay, sorry I changed screen names, as my other was fuller then shit with stories. So, as you can see, there are no reviews. =( I'd just like to say thanks to Bladeswin for reviewing again! Sorry I erased your comment. =(
Chapter Five: Rude Awakenings
A black figure stood alone in the middle of the room. Guns were pointed at him, but he didn't seem to care less. On his shoulder lay a boy, knocked out cold.
Without so much as moving, the nearest person burst into flames, and a bolt of lightning shot down the next.
The figure opened his mouth and spoke something, and the figures all tensioned, some shooting their guns off at the figure.
But it missed, seemingly bouncing off of an invisible barrier.
And the figure turned and beckoned at a man in a white coat over a uniform. And the male walked forward and handed over a small orb.
Once again, Carson awoke in a cold sweat. Muttering under his breath about having a bathroom installed in his room, he stumbled to one and vomited in the toilet once more.
Exhausted, the man sank up against a wall of the lavatory and closed his eyes, breathing deep breaths. He put a cold hand up on his sweating and burning forehead and winced in pain at the touch.
"I should get back to my room..." he muttered, gripping the end of the sanitizer, the equivalent of an Earth sink, and pulled himself to his feet and put one hand on the wall for support.
Slowly, step after step, the tired and sick doctor walked down the long dark halls of Atlantis base back to his room.
There were no sounds except the soft thumping of his feet on the ground and he had an eerie feeling, like someone was watching him.
Taking this as just lack of sleep, the doctor pushed on a button and the door to his room opened. He barely had gone a few steps before he passed out on the floor.
:time skip:
"This is the second time in the last week you had to be brought in from passing out," Weir said sternly, "now for the last time- Are you sure you're alright?"
"I'm fine doctor, really," he said waving his hands in front of him, "I just can't sleep lately."
"And why not?" Weir asked, folding her hands over her chest like a mother does to a naughty child and cocked an eyebrow.
"Just, bad dreams, nothing important," Carson said trying to smile, "No need to worry."
"Our head doctor's passed out twice in the last seventy-two hours," she took a few steps nearer, "I'm pretty sure that is something to worry about."
She reached out a hand to touch one of his cheeks and a dark look passed over his face and he smacked her hand away and there was a loud crack noise from it. Weir gave out a cry in pain and cradled her hurt wrist against her chest.
"Carson!" She snapped, glaring at the man and highly insulted.
The said doctor stood to his full height and a sneer passed over his face, a growl deep in his throat. The woman's eyes widened in fear as she stared at the normally sweet doctor. He took one step towards her and she stumbled backwards.
"I said it was nothing to worry about," he hissed.
"There is defiantly something to worry about," Weir said, regaining her courage.
The door slid open and John and Aerith entered the room. The dark doctor turned his head to see them, his lip still curled in a sneer, eyes narrowed. Weir opened her mouth to warn them but as he reached to hit her he was engulfed in a soft blue light and he fell to the ground in a heap.
"What did you do to him?" John asked, eyes wide.
"I put a sleep spell on him," Aerith shrugged, "He'll wake in a few hours and the shadow should have passed. Doctor, if you don't mind me acting, how did this start?"
"We were talking about his passing out and I reached to touch him and he smacked me," Weir said, "Oh! My wrist! That's right, he injured my wrist."
"Let me see it," the Cetra said walking towards her.
Weir held her hand out and Aerith closed her eyes and stroked a green sphere on a necklace gently before her whole body glowed with an eerie light and she lightly touched Weir's wrist, and it too glowed green. And the next moment the were both normal, and definitely not glowing.
"That was cool," Sheppard said, "what was that?"
"Materia," Aerith flashed a smile, "Cura."
"Beg your pardon?"
"A stronger version of my cure magic."
"Oh..."
"Aerith, if you don't mind I'd like to speak with you in my office," Weir stated blandly, edging around Beckett, "And John? Get a med team down here to pick him up."
:time skip:
"I need to know, what is the likelihood of Dr. Beckett being like he was and going on a rampage?" Weir asked, sitting at her desk and massaging her temples.
"Not very," Aerith said leaning against a wall, "I know a cure for it- but he isn't strong enough to take it."
"What is it?" Weir asked.
"He needs to summon whatever is in the mystery red orb he got," Aerith sighed, "But I'm afraid it might be so strong that it will kill him."
"How much longer till he can summon it though?"
"At this rate? A month or two, if you keep him off his duties and let him train with me in a nice large room."
"Do you have one in mind?"
"I know this great place in sector six," Aerith began, rubbing her hands together.
"Where?" Weir blinked in confusion.
"Oh, sorry, I think Carson called it Section B," Aerith giggled slightly.
"Okay, will it be possible for anyone to get hurt?" Weir frowned.
"Except for lack of energy, not able to control said energy, and someone popping up when they shouldn't?" Aerith questioned, then shrugged, "No, not really."
"How soon can you help him?"
"Tomorrow."
"That late?"
"He needs to recover from this last incident."
"I see, well please do."
:time skip:
"Remember, deep breaths, imagine the flame burning the bucket, and take your time, good job!"
The said bucket was instantly in flames and Carson looked like he hadn't broken a sweat at all this time. Aerith pat his shoulder and looked at the flaming bucket.
"Okay, part two, take your deep breathes... Imagine the feel of ice, the cold, now imagine freezing the fire... Yes!"
The fire was frozen in place, exactly how it was the moment before the ice spell hit it. Carson stretched his arms above his head and Aerith grinned happily.
"Okay, last part, now time for our last training session since warm ups are over. Ready? GO!"
She nimbly leapt to the side and felt her foot freeze beneath her, and she fell to the ground. Carson knew better to jump to her aid and quickly dodged a fire spell that was cast at him, igniting his coat.
Tearing it off he dropped it on the ground and stamped it out and sent a bolt spell to Aerith. As the man was distracted, she easily dodged the flash and held her hands in front of her before her speed increased.
Carson held a hand in front of him and a blue barrier shot up in front of him, causing the spell to bounce aimlessly over to the bucket shattering the frozen flame.
He heard her cursing under her breath and she held a hand over her heart and her energy immediately flared up.
Carson growled and held a hand in front of him. Sparks emitted from the tips of his fingers and shocked Aerith, and the next moment she sat on the ground as a frog.
A moment after and she was her self again gesturing that the battle was off. She collapsed on the ground and breathed heavily and Carson sat next to her and she rested her head on his shoulder.
"You're good," she said smiling faintly.
"I learned from a great teacher," he said simply.
Carson turned his head sideways to look at Aerith as she cast a healing spell on them both so they wouldn't die from lack of breath.
"You know, you might be able to stop the Crisis at this rate," Aerith said softly, "all that is left for you to learn is summons."
"I doubt it," Carson said, remembering the chair back in Antarctica.
"I'm-?"
Aerith was cut off from her sentence as Carson pressed his lips to hers, and closed his eyes. After a moment he pulled away and looked at her. She bore a stunned look on her face, and her cheeks were a bright pink.
"-Serious?" she finished.
"Sorry," He said softly, stroking her cheek with a thumb.
"No it's okay," she smiled, "Show me how it went again?"
A faint smile fell upon his lips as he brushed his lips to Aerith's once more, and he felt her press hers back against it and he closed his eyes happily, and wrapped one arm around the Cetra lazily.
After a moment Aerith pulled away and rested her head on his shoulder for a while and Carson rested his head on top of hers as the too looked at the battle scared land.
"I've wanted to do that for a while now," Beckett said softly.
"Shh..." Aerith whispered, "Just... Quiet..."
"Yes ma'am..."
"I said shh!"
Carson chuckled and kissed the top of Aerith's head as the two continued to stare at the unchanging land, as if it held some beauty only the two of them could see.
:time skip:
"How's the training coming along?" Weir asked the next day.
"Oh, it couldn't be better," Carson replied, smiling cheerfully, and Weir looked at him carefully, "In fact, I've only got a few lessons left."
"Really? That's good."
"I haven't heard better news in a long time. I've been spending all my energy doing these training sessions, but Aerith says that's why I'm able to sleep peacefully again."
"Wow, you must have come along way then."
"Yes, I suppose so."
"Feel like breaking anyone's wrist recently?" Weir asked jokingly.
"As a matter of fact," Carson said furrowing his brow, "Rodney's. Maybe I should go bother him when I'm in one of those... spells..."
Weir shot him a horrified look, and suddenly wished she hadn't asked that particular question.
"I was joking! Honestly, I wouldn't do that no matter how annoying he can be."
"Thank the gods."
A/N: Okay, my friend Mathias and my Bro encouraged me to do the Carson/Aerith romance scene, as this is about to become a dark story. This is the last, or second to last, chapter with such content.
And a warning, when the stuff happens there will be major out of character-ness and probably a few character deaths. I just wanted to warn you all so if you can't stand that kind of stuff, you can stop reading.
I'll try to have at least ten chapters in this story.
-Cailean, Dr. Beckett's Lab Assistant
