Chapter 5:Revisiting dreams
At the end of the maze of corridors, both John and Elizabeth rejoined the steady flow of traffic heading in their respective directions. As he walked off, he could here the noise of people calling Elizabeth behind him. He turned to glance quickly. She was surrounded, but appeared calm as she dealt with people. Setting up meetings. Giving as many answers as possible. He smiled. The diplomat he knew was back.
He took a nice leisurely walk to Rodney's lab. No need to hurry. He had nothing better to do. It also meant that he could think of ways to wind Rodney up. That was always fun. The door was shut when he arrived. He pressed the panel on the side. It slid open. It wasn't locked.
Inside, Rodney was running around like a hamster in a ball. John smiled; perhaps the side effects of the gene injection were finally kicking in. Rodney glanced up for a moment. He continued to move around. Then he turned to Sheppard with a look of pure evil.
"Major Sheppard, I do not have time today. We finally have some time off, I do not need you hanging around my lab for no good reason!"
John did a double take. He knew those words. He knew that look. He looked McKay up and down. There, in his hand, a black device. He knew this scene. Now it was his turn to speak.
"Rodney, I'm sorry, it's just that something weird happened last night."
'I have to get him to put the device down. Or stop him. Or calm him down, 'cos boy, is he angry,' thought John.
"I don't care! I have a lot of devices to work on! You need to go!" Rodney really didn't want this. He was just trying to wind him up.
"Just put that device in your hand down, and let me explain." John eyed it cautiously. This wasn't going well. He really didn't want to see the outcome of his dream in real life.
"This device Major, could be vital, I need to examine it! Not listen to your insane ramblings!"
'Why does he do this?' thought Rodney glaring at him.
"Look. Please, one minute. That's all I need." John moved forward, ready to stop him if Rodney tried to slam his hand down.
"NO!" John tried, but he was too slow. Rodney slammed his hand down on the desk. The flash of light came form it. Rodney fell. It was like watching it in slow motion. He just stared, mouth open. This was too weird for words. Slowly, years of training and common sense kicked in.
"Help! We need a medical team down here." This time there was no voice telling him to wake up. People came running. He heard someone yell into a radio. He checked vital signs. Rodney had a pulse and was breathing. That seemed good. Though he had no idea what sort of internal damage could have been caused. A few minutes later, a medical team appeared with Beckett in the lead.
"Major. What happened?"
"He hit his hand off the desk. There was a device in his hand. I think it might have electrocuted him."
"Right. Let's get him out of here and checked over. Major, are you coming?"
"Sure, I need to radio someone." John turned slowly and turned on his radio. "Control room?"
"Yes, this is Grodin."
"Grodin, it's Sheppard. I need to talk to Weir."
"She's a little busy. Can I pass on a message?"
"Sure. Tell her, John's dreams came true. Then ask her to got the infirmary. Got it?"
"Sure." Grodin was highly bemused.
"Good. Over."
"Ok. Over."
Grodin stood up slowly and headed for Elizabeth's office. He pressed the button, and door slid back soundlessly.
"This had better be good or I will personally throw you off a balcony!" Elizabeth had a mountain of paperwork to do, and Kavanaugh had been complaining to her and about her all morning.
"I have a message from Major Sheppard, Doctor."
"What? And if it is not good, I'll go throw him off a balcony!" The look in her eye made Peter worry that she would.
"He said to tell you that John's dreams came true and can you go to the infirmary." It was a command, not a question, and she knew it. Her mind was blank for a moment, then she remembered her conversation this morning. That combined with the word 'infirmary' made her move.
"I have to go." With that, she jumped up and ran towards the infirmary. Grodin stared after her retreating figure. Either something had happened to someone, or there was something going on between the Major and the Doctor. He hoped it was the first, or he'd be losing a lot of money.