Don't Drink the Water…part nine
"Doctor Weir, I think we've fixed it!" Zelenka crowed, in synchrony, the city powered up. "It was a power overload, Major Sheppard triggered some kind of device that is malfunctioning."
Elizabeth could care less the why, she was relieved with the fact that the city had power restored, and could get back to some semblance of normalcy…that is if they could ever locate Rodney and John. They'd been missing for over an hour, and she was getting worried.
She depressed the radio in her ear, "Sergeant Bates, have you located Doctor McKay and Major Sheppard?" she kept the yet off the end. It wasn't the security chief's fault that the two were loose in the city, again.
When they caught them, they would be placed in restraints until this issue was resolved. She knew it was going to wear off, and she prayed it was sooner rather than later. Her patience, and nerves, were wearing thin.
"No Ma'am, we have not." Replied Bates, and he didn't sound too happy about it.
"I see, keep looking." Weir tapped her comm off, and sat with her hands crossed. "Where are you two?" she asked to no one but herself and the air around her.
Meanwhile…McKay had been overjoyed with the power had come on. He tried to lift Sheppard when the transporter took them back to the right corridor, back towards the infirmary. As much as he was afraid to go back, he was more worried for Sheppard.
"Come on, Major, you need to give me some help here," he whined, tugging on the Major's arms.
Sheppard remained out for the count, not even stirring. McKay wasn't feeling so good. Matter of fact, he was feeling like one of those rubber chickens. He gave John's arm another futile tug, before slipping to the floor himself. "Oh crap," he swore, before things started going gray. The last thing he was aware of was shouting, and he saw feet, running at him sideways. Then his eyes slid shut, and he didn't know anything.
Later, in the infirmary…John opened his eyes, and blinked. It was bright, and the shaft of pain it sent into his head caused him to wince. He lifted his hand, trying to block the light, but found he couldn't move his wrist. He frowned, and tried again. Nothing.
"It won't do you any good, Major. You and Rodney have led us on one to many chases, and ye'll be spending the remaining of your detox in restraints," informed Beckett, with a touch too much enthusiasm.
Okay, that pissed Sheppard off, because he felt fine. "I'm fine."
"Sure you are," beamed Carson, with his best 'not falling for that' face. "Now be a good lad, and lay there quietly. I can't use a sedative because of any reaction to the mixed drugs."
"I'm not tricking you. Whatever was wrong, it's gone now." Sheppard was trying to remember what had landed him in this fix in the first place. The last thing he recalled, they'd been drinking with the Iskalans, celebrating the mutual trade, and that daughter had been all over him like soy sauce on rice. Considering his predicament, he wasn't sure confessing to the memory loss was the wisest course of action.
A thought did stick out with him, though. "McKay?" He strained to see around him as much as he could, he thought he saw a lump in a nearby bed.
"Aye, he's here," Beckett said, and Carson's eyes strayed to that lump, confirming it was McKay. "He's still out from whatever this is." And for the first time Sheppard could detect the frustration in Beckett.
"Doc, I'm not lying. I feel fine." He tried again, using his best 'I'm normal' voice. How do you prove to someone that you are really okay, after you've apparently done something bad enough to call for restraints? When someone had the answer, Sheppard hoped they'd share, because somehow he didn't think his assertions were going to cut it, at least not for now.
Beckett must have sensed his sincerity, for he gave John a forlorn look. "Wish I could believe you, but for now, you'll stay tucked tight. Get some rest, Major." He gave John a reassuring touch on his shoulder, before leaving.
John thought about hollering to be released but figured that wouldn't help his case any. And oddly, he did feel tired. He closed his eyes, telling himself, it would just be a few minutes. Before he knew it, he was out like a light.