Don't Drink the Water…part five

"That's enough!" McKay shouted, arms overflowing.

Sheppard and McKay had snuck into one of the storage rooms. The one that had the nonperishables like power bars, and drink mixes. John had then cracked open a box, and started shoving handfuls of the bars at McKay, who quickly became incapable of holding anymore.

John stood back, appreciating his accomplishment. "That should hold you," he said happily.

"That could hold an army," McKay replied, letting the excess drop to the floor, crinkling and banging, the sounds echoing in the room.

Sheppard winced, "Shhhhhh, we're supposed to be in stealth mode."

"Stealth mode?" McKay looked at Sheppard like he'd lost his mind. "We're not in a video game, it's called 'be quiet'."

Sheppard looked disappointed that McKay wasn't appreciating his humor. "Why do you have to always be so serious?"

"Why do you…" McKay stopped, his mouth hanging open, which he snapped shut after a moment. "I'm not always serious!" he said defensively.

"Yes, you are."

"Hello, personal shield, remember?" McKay let another power bar drop to the ground. "I let you shoot me!"

Sheppard put a hand on his hip and stared Rodney down, "That's because you knew it'd keep you safe. No sense of adventure at all."

McKay ripped a wrapper open, shoving a mouthful of food in his mouth. "I'll show you adventure," he said, trying to speak despite the obstacle of chewing. "Get that skateboard, I'll show you what I can do."

A boyish grin spread across the Major's face like butter on bread. "Let's go, McKay, and may the best man…skate."

OoO

Elizabeth Weir was standing in the infirmary, and she was anything but happy. "Are you telling me, that not only is the Major still out there, drugged with something, but you allowed him to get McKay out of the infirmary…out from under your very noses?"

Bates shifted uncomfortably. "Yes, Ma'am," he said, his jaw working with the obvious displeasure of his position.

"I don't believe this!" she swore. She held a hand across her chest, pausing a moment to gather her thoughts, before facing Bates again. "Find them, now, before this situation gets worse."

"Yes, Ma'am!" Bates snapped out in prime military order, and all that was missing was the salute. Weir wasn't sure if that was out of respect for her position, or his attempt at sarcasm. Whatever it was, as long as he did his job.

Just then, Weir was distracted by Carson striding into the infirmary, Teyla right behind. "I think we've got it!"

"What's wrong, the cure, what?" Elizabeth asked, frustrated.

Carson smiled, "Yes, and yes," he gestured at Teyla. "From what Teyla said, they all ingested a good amount of this drink. All except Ford, who stayed at the gate, so I ran some tests. There's a component in McKay's blood that isn't in Teyla's. If I'm right, she has an immunity to a compound in the drink."

"How do you know it's from a drink, and that they weren't drugged?"

Teyla stepped forward, "I assure you, the Iskalans are a good people, and I was with them the entire time. This was not an intentional attack against the Major and Doctor McKay."

Elizabeth wanted to believe Teyla, but their little run-in with the Genii had taught her a lesson in not trusting so easily. "You think you can create some type of antidote?"

Beckett was shaking his head. "Not necessary, if I'm right, it'll wear off."

"How long?"

Here Beckett appeared uncomfortable. "Aye, that's the question of the week. I don't know. And I also am not certain of what effect it'll have."

Elizabeth tossed her hands in the air, "Drunk apparently!"

"For now, certainly, long-term, I don't know. I need them here, Elizabeth," Carson stressed.

Teyla agreed. "I'll join Aiden in searching for them." She nodded a quick goodbye, and exited the infirmary.

Weir wanted to stay, search, do something, but she had a million other issues waiting for her attention. She frowned, unhappy with the situation as a whole. "Keep me posted," she ordered, and left before she wound up staying anyway. She hoped the security team was having better luck.

OoO

"No, McKay, you aren't doing it right! Stick your arms out for balance," Sheppard scolded Rodney, as he wobbled down the hallway on the skateboard.

McKay, for his part, was perfectly content with his ability. He wasn't on his ass, so he considered it a success. "This isn't so hard," he said.

Sheppard jogged up behind him, and gave him a great big push, "Now see how hard it is!"

Rodney quickly lost his balance, and the skateboard shot out from under him, and he went one way, and the board went the other. He hit the ground, hard. "What was that for?" he snarled, feeling like a kid who had just had their sandcastle kicked over by the neighborhood bully.

"You said it wasn't hard, I wanted to show you it is."

McKay took Sheppard's offered hand, and got to his feet, swaying from a dizziness that surprised him. "I would've believed you."

Sheppard snorted. "Bull, you don't believe anyone."

"That's not true, occasionally," Rodney argued. "Sometimes, I've even believed you."

Sheppard put a hand dramatically over his heart. "I'm touched, McKay. Really, you've got me right here!" and he staggered against the wall, acting like he was hit with an arrow.

Rodney rolled his eyes, "You're so immature."

John pushed himself back up, surprised by the fall against the wall. That hadn't been planned. His world had suddenly taken a turn to the right, and he'd found himself falling over, with the wall stopping his fall. Whatever it was, it'd passed, and his feet were steady again.

They had fallen quiet, a feat in itself, when they heard voices hollering down the corridor, coming their way. Sheppard grabbed McKay's shirt, and propelled him forward, "Quick," he hissed. "Hide!"