HEY! I'm back! Camp was fun... but i missed writing... anyway, this chapter's rather wordy, i dont mean talkative, but wordy as in actual paragraphs...

So enjoy!

God, was he ashamed of himself. He'd fallen asleep in the Chair twice already. Twice! Not only that, but it was right in front of the scientists and Sheppard. They were having a field day. He still wasn't sure what to think of the Chair. The power it created scared him silly, but Arynn was so nice in guiding him along…

Carson?

Ay? Sorry… I was thinking.

I know.

Ye know… how come if you have the gene like John, it comes naturally, if you have it like me, I have to think about it, but the ATA inoculated people range? Beckett pondered, wondering if she would know. Without his knowing, Arynn gave Beckett a couple more stands of DNA that would make him able to use the gene like Sheppard did – naturally.

Maybe because, the gene takes to different people differently honey.

Ay, tha's probably right… She gave him a mental nuzzle. Far away, an alarm beeped. Ah shit… tha's meh alarm, I have to check up on meh patients.

Okay… see you later? she asked as she released him.

"Ay." The Chair pulsed to let him know that she had heard him and Carson strode out of the room. The door snapped behind him and Arynn sighed in loneliness and happiness. She set to work on her next gift to her friend Carson Beckett.

OOOOOOOOOOOOO

Beckett arrived in the infirmary to hear the grating voice of Kavanaugh, followed by McKay and Sheppard. The good doctor smiled as he entered. Kavanaugh had purple welts and burn marks along with patches of hair missing and McKay and Sheppard both were hairless and finally got their tongues unstuck from the roofs of their mouths.

See, about a week earlier, Kavanaugh had managed to piss off both McKay and Sheppard in one fatal swoop. So the scientist asked the major if he would like to get back at Kavanaugh. Of course John had agreed. With their ingeniousness combined, they went off into the city looking for things that Beckett might not be able to solve quickly. To their luck, it seemed that Ancient children had as fun a time pulling tricks on each other as human children did today.

With all crimes committed, this is how they ended up a day after the assaults. Yeah, that was a week ago and Kavanaugh was still sick with a hint of purple and McKay and Sheppard still hadn't grown back their hair. The lowly scientist had taunted at the two because they couldn't talk and poor McKay was forced to listen to all of Kavanaugh's "great ideas." Now that they could all talk, there was a shouting match in Beckett's infirmary.

"QUIET!" Beckett's voice yelled. Almost instantly, the room fell silent. Sighing, the doctor went over to one of the Ancient computers. This could take awhile. The computer never listened the first two or three times. This is how the team had known that this room was the infirmary; the computer was a medical database. Amazingly, it had a cure for most of the common ailments that humans suffered today. Not only that, but it had a treatment for Ancient pranks too.

Knowing that he couldn't have cured whatever the men had done to each other; Beckett had turned to the database. Now he walked up to it and asked with brute force for the cure to the pranks. It gave. Astonished, Beckett walked back to the three men and gave them their doses of medicine.

"God, this stuff is awful!" McKay complained. "And can we have some real food instead of hospital rations?"

"Like soup, soup, and more soup?" Sheppard intoned.

"Look at me Carson, I'm going to wither away if you don't feed me right! Then you won't have a science chief anymore who can fix all your problems," McKay sped on. Kavanaugh smirked, he'd be happy to take up that position. John saw it coming.

"And if he dies, you're not getting the post Kavanaugh," he warned with his gravely voice. Kavanaugh visibly wilted as McKay smiled. That smile faulted.

"Wait? If I die? Am I going to die soon? Are you making plans for my demise already?"

"McKay! Shut up," Beckett ordered. He walked to Sheppard and rubbed his hair. "Well, whadda know, there's some growth!" The major glared at Kavanaugh. Somebody chuckled.

"Peach fuzz major," Kavanaugh said haughtily. This managed to piss off Sheppard more than before. Before anyone knew it, he was strangling Kavanaugh.

"You jackass! You made us like this! If it hadn't been for you!" John snarled. Beckett didn't even bother to stop them. McKay joined in too.

"Well, no food for them tonight," Carson thought deviously as he left. The nurses scrambled to separate the three bodies.

As he walked down the corridor, thoughts popped into his head like the medical database. That never worked for him. Ever. Odd… Maybe he was getting better with the gene. He remembered something John used to do all the time. Turning the lights on and off. Carson could flick them off with concentration, but never on.

He thought about it and instantly the lights went off. Now he thought about the light above him. It flicked on to his joy.

Beckett went down the hallway pointing at lights and turning them on happily.