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Chapter Two: Chicken Pox, Chicken Soup and Peaches

Elizabeth Weir was in the control room. She had both of her hands supporting her as she leaned forward on one of the computers. "Carson, are you sure…"

"Aye, it may be a few days, but since I'm already exposed there's no need to risk additional personnel." The doctor's voice was doing well with hiding his concern, but she still picked up on it.

"How is the team doing?"

"Ah, well, the locals keep saying that it's a childhood disease that clears up quickly, but we know what happens when adults get chicken pox."

"We do?"

There was an audible sigh, "Adults are more susceptible when it comes to complications. In fact mortality rates go up to ten percent in adults. We don't handle pediatric diseases well." There was a pause, "The team, however, seems to be doing relatively well. Ronon and Sheppard complain of muscle aches and they both have low fevers. Teyla also has a low fever but no aches. Rodney seems almost untouched, he just has the rash. This may be due to the steroids I had given him for his allergic reaction."

"Is there anything you need?"

"Aye, I've made out a short list."

"We'll send them through as soon as possible. And tell the team I hope they feel better soon."

"I will, Beckett out."

The gate shut down and Elizabeth just stood staring at it for a moment. John's team never failed to find some kind of trouble to get into.

Carson turned to Philo and his wife, who had both come with him to the gate to assist in bringing back the supplies. "Could you clarify what happens during this illness? Have any adults gotten it before?"

Vivana nodded, "There have been a few adults who have gotten ill, but never for very long and it had not been serious. Perhaps they felt a little worse than the children normally do, but then we don't have the bodies of children any more either."

"So during the first few days, is it just fever, muscle aches and the rash?"

"Yes. Then after that the fever may go up a bit and they may feel sick to their stomachs and sweat a lot, but that only lasts for a day or two." She paused, "Are you sure that they would not be more comfortable on Atlantis?"

The doctor shook his head, "We can't risk bringing the disease back. Right now I'm still unsure how the team is going to react as our physiologies are slightly different from your own."

She and her husband looked at each other for a moment. "Very well, is there anything I may do to help?"

"I'll let you know when it comes to that."

The gate activated once more and a crate slid through the glowing event horizon. After it shut off Beckett and Philo each took an end of the crate and walked back to his home. The distance from the gate was a short one, but Carson didn't get too much of a chance to walk around and get regular exercise. By the time they had gotten down the long tree lined path and to Philo's home he was a little short of breath.

Philo grinned at Carson's wheezing and took the crate from him and walked up the stairs to the guest room where the team had been staying. The room itself was large, with six nicely sized beds covered with fluffy pillows and down comforters. Rodney was asleep snoring loudly, but John and Ronon both seemed very uncomfortable.

Seeing Philo carrying the heavy box Teyla jumped off the bed she had been lounging on and offered to help him.

"Shall we see what they sent us?" said Carson as he entered the room. He was trying to hide the fact that he was out of breath. He pried open the lid and grinned when he saw what had been placed on the top of the supplies. He displayed a can of chicken noodle soup and the last carton of orange juice that had most likely been hidden in someone's room.

"They're so inconsiderate," mumbled Rodney who had woken up and was glaring at the orange juice.

"No, they were thinking of you too." He pulled out another bottle with a sticky note on it. "It says, for Rodney since he's deadly allergic to citrus." It was a bottle of bubble gum flavored Pedialyte.

"I was wishing it was Gatorade, bubble gum flavored anything is nasty."

Carson ignored the last comment and pulled out a mask from the crated and quickly donned it.

"Don't want to take any chances Doc?" comment Sheppard. He was spread out on his bed trying not to move. His body felt like he had been cornered in an alley and beaten. Glancing over at Ronon he could tell he felt the same way, if not a little worse.

"Not if I have to. Someone has to be healthy to take care of you four." Carson grinned but realized they couldn't see his mouth. "Are the muscle aches getting any worse?" He pulled out an electronic ear thermometer and took both John and Ronon's temperatures again. "No changes in your temperatures."

Ronon rolled over onto his side and propped his head up. Smiling at Teyla who was standing next to Beckett, he said, "They're not getting any worse, but I'm thinking that a massage would help us feel better."

Sheppard nodded in agreement with a big grin on his face but it faded when he saw the look Teyla was giving them, "Uh, maybe we should just settle for thinking about massages."

"I believe that would be the most intelligent course of action Colonel." She smiled sweetly at them but winced when she sat down on her bed.

"Muscle aches dear?"

She nodded. Carson handed her several ibuprofen for to take for the pain. Dutifully she swallowed them, "Thank you Dr Beckett." She looked expectantly at Dr McKay, "How are you feeling?"

"Peachy," he smiled smugly. "My thigh hurts where the Colonel so kindly, and harder than he had to, jabbed me though."

"You're welcome for saving your life," said the Colonel.

"So why does Peaches over there feel fine and we don't?" Ronon looked irritated.

"Excessive fatty tissue," said Beckett. "It seems that the speed of onset of the disease is influenced by how much extra body fat one has. You and the Colonel are both exceptionally fit, so you have very little. Teyla, since she is female naturally has more body fat than a man would, and Rodney, well…"

"You're lucky I'm comfortable with my body image," snipped McKay.

"Yes, you have a very healthy ego, we are all very aware of that." Beckett rummaged through the crate until he found what he was looking for. "Now I'm going to have to take some blood samples. I'll send them back to Atlantis so we can get them analyzed." He put on his gloves and snapped them dramatically, "Who shall I start with?"