The power dropped all over the city, lights flickering off in a wave of a blackout, beginning from Sheppard and McKay's position and moving outward. Peter Grodin had a mere second to notice where it originated from, before his console deadened like the rest of Atlantis.
When Weir exited her office in a confused and bewildered air of 'what next', Grodin informed her of his discovery, and she dispatched the nearby double man team of Ford and Teyla, who had been out searching for the two missing individuals.
Meanwhile, McKay was frantically slapping Sheppard's face trying to rouse the man. Sheppard stirred, reaching clumsily to stop McKay's incessant hitting. "M'up," slurred John.
"Major, I think we've done something very bad," McKay whined.
Sheppard eyed Rodney with a dopey stare. "We?"
"Fine, you then." And McKay seemed quite pleased with himself at the turnabout.
"It was your idea!"
Ford and Teyla rushed in the room, interrupting them. "There you are Major, and Doctor McKay."
Sheppard appeared very disappointed that their grand adventure had come to an abrupt end. "Leave us alone, we're not hurting anyone, just having some fun." And seeing a grown officer in the United States military pout was something Ford didn't think he'd ever see, at least not to this degree.
"Major?" he asked, uncertainly.
Teyla reached for Sheppard's arm, addressing Ford as she did so. "I believe they are still under the influence of…whatever it was in their drink that affected them so."
"We're not influenced," McKay refuted, but then fell over his own feet as he tried to stand.
Sheppard started laughing at McKay, and McKay tackled Sheppard because he didn't think it was very funny, which caused Teyla and Ford to get involved and try to separate the two brawling men…in the dark, only illuminated by some small amount of emergency lighting that seemed to glow from areas in the floor.
"What is with you two?" Ford snarled, after taking a cuff in the jaw.
Sheppard reached for McKay, despite the hold Ford had on him, and he said out of the corner of his mouth, "Sir!"
Ford frowned. "Sir, what?"
"What is with you two, Sir, Lieutenant!" Sheppard reminded Ford who was the ranking officer, something that was amusing considering the circumstances.
Ford grinned at the irony of the situation. "Yes, Sir."
Sheppard straightened, well, tried to straighten but he wound up leaning more on Ford than he'd admit. "I don't like your tone, Lieutenant." He said, taking his irritation off McKay and placing it on Ford.
McKay, quickly picking up that the tides had changed, buddied up with Sheppard. "That's right, what are you implying, Lieutenant," he stopped fighting Teyla to get at John.
Ford, realizing he'd made a critical error in judgment, turned to Teyla, and said, "Time to change tactics," and he grabbed for the stunner that had fallen on the ground earlier.
Now, Sheppard and McKay backed away, together, staring wide-eyed at Ford and Teyla who stood off, blocking their escape. "Now, what say we take a trip to the infirmary, Sir," Ford drawled, emphasizing the Sir.
Sheppard smiled convincingly, but McKay got the elbow in his ribs to show all wasn't complacent in the Major's camp. "Sure, we can do that, right McKay?" and ironically enough, he even winked, sort of spoiling the James Bond moment.
Still, Ford gestured with the stunner for the two to exit the room first, and they were followed out by Ford and Teyla. They hadn't gone far when Sheppard elbowed McKay again, strongly, too strongly because Rodney went down. And hence ended the big escape, because as Sheppard reached down to lift Rodney up for them to make a break for it, he fell over on top of McKay.
Ford radioed for assistance, and after much chaos, Sheppard and McKay found themselves firmly ensconced in the infirmary, under guard.
Later…Elizabeth and Doctor Zelenka stood beside the beds where Sheppard and McKay were sitting. They were juggling blown up surgical gloves, and creating new limericks based off of bodily functions that made Elizabeth glare harder.
"Major, I need you to focus, please. You touched something, what was it?"
Sheppard had degenerated from whatever the compound in the drink was, and he and McKay both resembled hyperactive adolescents, with balance issues. "I touched something?"
Elizabeth closed her eyes, and counted to ten…no, make that twenty. "Rodney," she said, opening them again. "What did you two touch?"
"Why, Elizabeth, I have no idea whatsoever, now, if you'd be so kind as to excuse us…" Rodney grinned smugly, pleased with his fawning polite answer.
If the two had been in their right mind, they would've feared for their lives when this was over, instead, Sheppard batted a particularly bulging glove over Weir's head, and McKay made a leap for it, and the glove exploded as Rodney's hand made contact, and the shaving cream they'd filled the gloves with oozed down her face, and over her hair.
Carson had the unfortunate luck of choosing that moment to walk in the infirmary, papers in hand from the latest round of bloodwork, being done with cobbled together power supplies because they still had yet to figure out how to fix whatever the two had done to Atlantis's systems.
Elizabeth fixed a steely-eyed glare that froze Beckett to the core. "Fix them," she ordered, and stormed out, not even looking back to hear what Beckett had to report.
Carson sighed, dejected, and regarded the two grinning and slightly tilted objects of his concern. "Probably, you shouldn't have done that," he said, wincing at the stern look she'd given him as she'd left. "Aye," he muttered more to himself. "I think when this is over, I'm taking a long vacation. I don't care where…" he drifted off as he headed for his office to compare previous results.