"These will be your quarters, Sir."
Jack nodded to the Lieutenant who had been waiting for him outside the infirmary door when he'd finished talking to Melony to guide him to his rooms.
"Thank you."
"Doctor Weir says when you're rested that she'll be available for any questions you might have."
Jack nodded again, and looked at the door, wondering where the doorknob was.
"Like this, Sir."
The Lieutenant waved his hand along the panel to the right of the door and it swooshed open.
"You don't even need to have the Ancient's gene to make it work," he explained, waiting politely for the General to precede him into the room.
Of course, Jack had the Ancient gene, so it didn't matter if he needed to have it or not, but he didn't say that as he walked into the room, looking around with interest now that no one was watching him. It was fairly large with a decent sized bed and a dresser of some sort against one wall. On the top of the dresser were the two packs Jack had brought – one carrying e couple spare uniforms, one filled with weaponry and a few personal possessions.
A half-opened door led to a bathroom, which had a sink, toilet and shower. Jack was almost disappointed – he'd expected something a little more… well... alien. Of course, the Ancients had been human long before the humans had been human so he supposed it only made sense that they used similar facilities – or at least ones that had been readily adapted to the expedition's uses.
Ah well.
Jack dismissed the Lieutenant and closed the door behind him, and flopped down on the bed. It turned out to be fairly comfortable, and the bedspread looked and felt like it was filled with down. He wondered idly as he ran his hand along it if there were Ancient geese somewhere, stripped naked just for him.
He rolled off the bed, deciding that a hot shower would help him relax enough to sleep – he was still a little wound up from the events of the day, and the threat of the Wraith wasn't something that made for instant sleep. He grabbed the pack with his clothes, and headed for the bathroom.
OOOOO
"This place is amazing…"
Sam nodded, sitting on the bed in her quarters, with Daniel sitting across from her. The archeologist's brown hair was still damp from the shower he'd just taken, but he didn't even seem to mind. Instead he was telling Sam about the tour he'd been given.
"Teyla says that they haven't even explored a third of the place."
"Well, they have had other things to worry about."
Daniel shrugged.
"True. But can you imagine what they haven't found yet? I mean, there's every possibility that under us somewhere in the city is-"
"Daniel?"
"Yeah?"
"You can't go off exploring, so don't even start thinking about it, okay?"
"I wasn't going to go off-"
Sam smiled. He was so easy to read sometimes. Especially when he was excited like this.
"Yes you were."
"I-"
"You were thinking about it."
Well… maybe he'd thought about it. Not necessarily going off by himself, but maybe grabbing Teyla – or pretty much anyone who knew their way around – and heading down to one of the areas that hadn't yet been explored.
"Well…"
Sam's smile grew. Of course he'd been thinking about it. It was Atlantis for crying out loud.
"General O'Neill would be pretty annoyed if he had to send out a search party to come find you, Daniel."
Bah.
"I know, Sam… but still; I mean… it's…"
He flung his hands up, far too excited to think about leaving so she could get some sleep.
"Atlantis."
"Yeah."
"There'll be time for looking around," Sam promised. "When Melony wakes up, you might even be able to convince her to show you around a little."
He brightened at that thought, but only for a minute.
"She'll probably be too busy…"
"But she can always send you off with Major Sheppard or someone who knows the place well," Sam pointed out. "Even if she's busy checking out the crystals and those Wraith ships – darts – we all know that you're not going to be all that much help with the technology issues…"
"Which means there'll be time for me to do a little exploring of my own…"
"Exactly. With someone else to show you around," she added.
His face brightened.
"You're a genius."
Sam nodded.
"I know. Now get out of my room so I can go to bed."
He grinned, and rolled off her bed, standing up and heading for the door.
"I'll see you tomorrow. Or whatever it is, here."
"Sleep well, Daniel."
Yeah, right. Sleep?
OOOOOOOO
"Are you sure you have to go?"
Kale smiled gently, his pale eyes unreadable as he looked at Weir, who had come down to the gate to see him and the others off. The three Light Ones were naked once more, carrying their clothing under their arms in small bundles that could be carried in talons once they transformed on the other side of the active gate.
"We need to inform the Council of what is occurring here, Elizabeth," he told her. "I have a feeling that monumental events are on the horizon, and my people need to be prepared to assist yours if we can. And to do that, we need to keep them in the loop, as you would say."
"You'll be back?"
"Tomorrow or the next day," Kale confirmed.
Weir sighed, but it was a soft sound that no one heard. The Light One reached out and touched her cheek.
"I have good reason to wish to return. And not because of the sudden appearance of your fellow humans."
Elizabeth blushed a brilliant shade of red, pleased by the compliment and embarrassed at the same time. Before she could say anything, though, Kale bent and brushed a tender kiss against her temple, and turned and headed through the gate, disappearing behind Kellan and Char.
Clearing her throat as the gate disengaged, she turned, surreptitiously looking to see if anyone had noticed. The people in the control room had, of course, but no one was looking her way just then, giving her as much privacy as they could in a situation that couldn't have been kept private.
Weir smiled her thanks, and headed for her quarters. It was early, but she figured the next day was going to be a long one, so she might as well get some rest while she could.