Stranded

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Dr. Beckett's Lab Assistant

Disclaimer: Stargate: Atlantis, and any references belong to their rightful owners. (aka people way richer then me.) Star Wars belongs to George Lucas (the science fiction God) and any of those other guys. (Also richer then me.) And MacGyver belongs to... those people who own it. (Richer then me, wouldn't you know?)

A/N: Let us see... This story has been brewing in my mind now for a while... I'm hoping it will be able to kill my writer's block... Maybe not, but maybe so. J00 never know... What to say? It takes place between Attack of the Clones and Revenge of the Sith. (After Anakin has become a Jedi.) Once again, this was to kill my writer's block, so I have no idea how serious this is going to get, or how long it will be. That, and I wanted to try a different writing style.

I got the inspiration for this story from my friend's story starting idea. AKA "It started with a stranded Jedi..." (She doesn't post, but if she did... It is guud stuff.)

Kudos to anyone who can guess who it is! I'll try to update soon!

Okay, he was almost positive now that being the messenger for such a task was not a good idea. If possible, it was the worse and stupidest thing he had ever done. And now, as his ship crashed down onto the planet, shot out of orbit, he was almost positive this was the dumbest thing he had ever done.

Try as he might, he could not repair his ship. That would require parts, something he didn't have or couldn't access on the uninhabeted planet. How long he was going to be stuck there, or how long it would take to MacGyver the ship into operation again was beyond him.

So he did the next best thing.

He waited.

As far as he could tell, he had only been on the planet for a week before everything went wrong. Well, if it was possible to get worse, it did.

He had been scouting out the planet, looking for anything that could possibly be of use to him when he heard it. What it was, he had no idea. But it sounded interesting, and he was full of curiosity. That, and he had already taken his anger out on everything around him.

A Jedi without patience is like a pond without fish.

What is the point?

As he investigated the noise, what he saw was beyond him. It seemed almost impossible, untheoretical.

It was a large stone ring, filled with water even though it stood up upon its end. If that wasn't enough to confuse him, watching as four people stepped out of it was sure as hell enough.

He could have let out a strangled cry, rushed to them asking for aid, given himself up. But something about them told him no. The force didn't like them. Or at least, that was his interpuration.

Holding his lightsabre in one hand, he pushed himself up against a tree. He was quiet. No one could have heard him. So when he heard what they said next, he was confused.

"Where are you going, McKay?"

"There's something on the Life Sign Detector."

He froze, he heard the male approach him. He made no attempt to be silent. Through the force he felt a weapon out, ready to shoot him if he did anything rash.

So he stayed still, and waited for him to come.

"Oh, my."

The male stood in front of him, startled.

"You did not see me."

He waved his hand in front of him, slowly, as all Jedi do. The man simply looked at him, only raising an eyebrow.

This irked him.

"Go away."

He waved his hand again, but still this man, McKay he thought his name was, did not leave.

"Shit."

That seemed to have an effect on him. As he opened his mouth to say something, he ignited his lightsabre. Almost as quick as he had been, he felt something press into the back of his neck.

"Drop the... shining sword... thing."

Rolling his eyes, he turned it off and knelt to put it down. This his almost captors expected. What they didn't was his igniting it again and twirling, kicking the feet out from under the man and kicking him back as he fell.

Shots of some sort of primitive blaster were fired after him, but he managed to get away, thanks to his fancy Jedi aerobics. With a grin, he turned back to them, and holding his hand in front of him, pushed the two firing at him back with the force.

After that, he was gone.