Don't Drink the Water…part ten
When John woke up again, he remembered everything that he and Rodney had done. A part of him didn't want to wake up because he knew Weir was going to kick their collective asses. But he didn't want to stay in the infirmary either, since he could tell he was still in restraints. So John opened his eyes and called out, "Beckett!" His voice was little more than a croak. John coughed and tried to swallow around the dryness. A moment later one of nurses appeared and gave him some water. John thanked her then asked, "Where's Beckett?"
"He'll be here in a minute," she told him.
"Where's Rodney?" John looked over at the other bed and the lump was gone.
Carson strode in just in time to answer that question himself. "I released him this morning. He checked out fine. Bit of a headache so I sent him to rest in his room."
John felt relief wash over him. "So whatever was making us act out is gone?" he prompted.
"Seems to be." Carson was smiling. "I'll need to do another exam, major, but if all checks out I can release you to your room in a couple of hours."
"I'll settle for being released from these things for now," John stated, as he tugged on the restraints.
Carson narrowed his gaze at him, as if considering, then he nodded. "Guess I can trust you."
John thanked him as Beckett freed him. Then he rubbed his wrists. "So when can you start the tests. I want out of here."
"We'll start right now. I just need to draw some blood." Even as Carson spoke, the nurse was handing him a syringe.
"I think you were a vampire in another life," John groused, but he wasn't really complaining. He watched Beckett draw the blood then asked, "Can I shower and get something to eat while I wait?"
Carson nodded. "That you can, but I'm going to keep a guard on you, just to play it safe."
John frowned at that. "Why? Do you think I'll have a relapse or something?"
"No...not really," Carson replied. "Basically, you were intoxicated, Major. On a major...high...so to speak. But it should be out of your system by now, just like it's out of Rodney's. Go ahead and shower, I'm going to start those tests." With that he was gone.
"Great...I came to the Pegasus galaxy and got stoned." John shook his head as he slid out of bed, then he smiled at the Marine who stood watching him. It was going to be a long couple of hours.
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Beckett had finally released John. First thing he did was return to his room and change into his own clothes. Then he stretched out on his bed and read for a while, fighting off slumber. He was surprised to feel so tired and he tried to fight it. But, eventually, he succumbed to the darkness, only to awaken later by a pounding on the door. "Who is it?" John called out, as he stumbled out of bed. He felt a bit disoriented and realized had been deeply asleep.
The pounding continued.
John got pissed enough to think open the door, and he was more than a little surprised when Rodney came barreling inside. "Hey...you okay?" John asked. But it was the last words he got out because suddenly Rodney's hands were wrapped around his throat, choking him. John tried to pry the hands off him, even as he was shoved back into the wall. He felt himself blacking out and suddenly he was free. His knees buckled and John hung his head as he tried to suck in a lungful of air. He forced his head up, but Rodney was gone. John coughed for a moment, then he got to his feet. He tugged on his boots and left his room.
The first person he ran into was Weir.
Her eyes went wide when she saw him and she gripped his shoulders to steady him. "Major...what happened?" Her eyes were locked on his neck.
"Rodney..." the word came out soft and rough and John coughed again.
"What about Rodney? Is he in danger?" Elizabeth almost shook him.
John pulled back and shook his head. "No...he...he was in my room and he was choking me." It sounded wrong to John's ears. Rodney wasn't violent and he wouldn't have any reason to want to hurt John, unless he was having some other reaction to the stuff they drank. John was worried. "We have to find him before he hurts someone."
Elizabeth grabbed his arm and locked her eyes on his face. "John...Rodney couldn't have choked you."
"I saw him!" But even as he spoke, John felt his spidey sense tingle. Something was wrong.
"I just came from Rodney's lab, major. I've been there for the past half hour." Weir looked upset. "So Rodney couldn't have choked you. But someone did." She reached out and touched his neck, then she tapped her earpiece.
Suspicion niggled at John. "What are you doing?"
Elizabeth held his glare. "Calling Beckett."