First off thank you so much for the reviews! I really was starting to worry that no one was reading anymore. (I didn't mean to make you feel guilty. I'm sorry.)And once again I'm so sorry for the time gap in my update. My proof reader is busy all the time so it's hard to get it posted. This chapter I hope will answer some questions. But, I'm not going to give anything away so...
Disclaimer- Say it with me...I ...do...not...own...Stargate...anything!
In lab three Sheppard, Teyla and Elizabeth Weir stood in a circle around Dr. Zelenka and Dr. Ryan who were attempting to relay their discovery to them.
"Okay, I don't know about the rest of you but… I didn't understand a word they just said." Sheppard glanced around at his friends faces looking to see if any of them felt as lost as he did.
Upon seeing how he felt mirroring off their faces he spoke on, "You don't think you could translate any of that into English do you?"
Zelenka let out a frustrated sigh, "Alright, we know for sure that it's some kind of entity."
"Entity. Really?" Elizabeth raised her eyebrows .
"Yes, the strange thing about it is that it has the same properties as a particle. You see normally particles don't show any kind of intelligence. But… these do. Which is what led us to the assumption that they are indeed an entity and not just fluke particle."
"What kind of intelligence are we talking about here? What exactly did…it do?" asked Elizabeth
"Well for one, It tried to access the main computer frame."
"Okay, so they're a threat." Sheppard's fingers lightly brushed against his gun he insisted on wearing at all times.
"I think we should assume that, yes. Just to be safe."
"Now hold on." Elisabeth gestured for them to stop, "Lets not assume anything. I don't really want to make anymore enemies then I already have. If they are intelligent then finding a way to communicate with them should be our first priority."
"And if they turn around while we're trying to shake their hand and shoot at us. We…"
"I get it colonel." Elizabeth squinted at John then turned towards Zelenka, "Precede with caution."
"Of course." Zelenka nodded.
"I am sorry but…I do not fully understand how exactly this effects Dr. McKay." admitted Telya .
All eyes turned towards the two scientists who exchanged a look.
Finely Dr. Ryan, who had been silent the entire time, spoke up.
"From what we can tell the crystal was used as some kind of containment vessel for them. Now Dr. McKay was the one who ran the initial tests on it. Which is what we think…woke it up. And considering he ran them just last night and we found him this morning in the condition he's in…well, I think you guys can see the uncanny connection."
"So, don't you think that's proof enough that their not friendly?" Sheppard turned to Elizabeth while gesturing in the direction the crystal was in.
"Until I get some facts, not theories I will order a containment crew to deal with it. But until then my opinion stands."
"Alright then," Zelenka picked up his computer. "I'll get team together."
"Sounds good." Elizabeth smiled, "Keep us informed."
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"Daddy!"
Rodney snapped his eyes open. His eyes quickly surveying the room, always expecting to see the little girl. He could almost sense her presence. He could already see the need that he knew would be in her big, blue eyes. And every time he looked in a different direction he expected to see her. But all he found was an empty room.
Coming to terms with this fact he felt his heart ace, his chest tighten and his stomach twist into a tight knot.
"What is wrong with me?" mumbled Rodney, "She doesn't even exist."
"Who doesn't exist?" came a voice with a thick English accent.
Rodney quickly jerked his head in the direction the question came from. There, as he suspected, stood Charles Bettany. With his arms folded while leaning lazily against the doorway.
"What?"
"I said, who doesn't exist?"
"Oh um…no one. I was just…it's none of your business!"
"Alright, fine. Don't get all jumpy!"
"Jumpy? I'm not jumpy."
"Sure you are."
"I am not jumpy."
"Alright fine. If you don't want to believe that your jumpy then don't believe it."
"I am not…"
Charles smiled and raised his eyebrows expectantly.
"You're impossible."
"Aw yes." Charles chuckled lightly as walked towards Rodney. "You feeling any better?"
"No. I have a headache."
"Sorry to hear that. Have you told a nurse?"
"Well if there were any around. I would have asked already. But, seeing how there isn't any..." Rodney waved his hands in the air to indicate the nurses absence.
"Well, aren't you in a pleasant mood."
Rodney rolled his eyes. "What do you want?"
"Nothing I just thought I would stop by and see how you were doing. I am actually, contradicting to your popular beliefs, a really nice guy."
"Hah, what do you know about my beliefs?"
"Well for one..."
Charles was cut off by the nurse Shannon who had just come into the room and had promptly dropped an empty tray on the ground.
Rodney squeezed his eyes shut as the loud noise from the tray set off a fireworks show in his head that would put old Gandalf the Gray to shame.
"You alright?" Charles gently whispered noticing Rodney's pained expression.
"Oh yeah, just got a light show going off in my head." Rodney cringed, "Do you think you could ask the nurse to get something for my headache for me?"
"Sure thing." Charles patted Rodney on the shoulder. "Excuse me!" Charles yelled to the nurse across the room much to Rodney's dismay.
"Hello! I said excuse me! I think she's deaf Rodney. Nurse! Hello!
"Stop yelling!" Rodney held his head. "Why can't you just go and ask her?"
"What? And leave you by yourself? I wouldn't think of it. Maybe if I throw something at her." Charles picked up a discarded cap to an unknown tool.
"What? What are doing? Just go and ask her."
"Nah. It wont take but a moment this way."
With a flick of the wrist Charles chucked the cap at the nurse whom which he missed by a long shot hitting another tray full of empty medicine bottle that were sitting on a shelf above her. Which of course came crashing down. Giving off the sound of a thousand marbles being thrown to the ground.
"Oh..." Charles ducked behind Rodney's bed.
Slamming his eyes shut Rodney retreated under his blanket.
"Maybe if I pretend to be asleep she wont suspect me." thought Rodney after he saw Charles hide.
The nurse quickly looked around the room to see if someone was playing a joke on her. Seeing no one but Rodney (who she thought was asleep) She hurriedly picked up the empty bottles and walked out of the room.
"She gone?" Charles whispered behind Rodney's bed
"Yes she's gone. Coward..."
"Coward! Who's a coward? Don't think I couldn't see you ducking under your covers when she looked this way. And anyways how was I supposed to know that would happen. All those bottles falling on her head like that. Quite tragic." Charles cracked into laughter as the comedy of situation finally sunk in.
"Stop laughing." Rodney tried to suppress the smile he felt creeping up on his own face.
Charles laughed even harder.
"Stop I'm serious!" Rodney cracked a smile.
Charles was now laughing so hard that he had to hold himself up on the edge of Rodney's bed.
"Stop! I have a headache." Rodney started cracking-up.
Finally giving in Rodney joined Charles in his hysterics.
"Ow, ow. Stop. It hurts to laugh." Rodney tried to regain control.
Finally, after a great battle, their laughter died down somewhat.
"I guess that Sir Isaac Newton fellow was right." Charles just barley got out. "That whole gravity thing is for real."
This comment sent both men back into the hysterics.
"Ouch." Rodney hissed as their laughter once again subsided.
"Well, I think I've done enough damage for one trip." said Charles after he had finally caught his breath, "I'd better be going."
"Okay."
Charles turned to walk away but was stopped by Rodney.
"Hey, Charles."
"Yes Rodney."
After much hesitation Rodney finally blurted out, "Thank you for visting."
"Don't mention it. You know what they say a friend in need, is a friend indeed. I'll see you around."
Rodney nodded his head in response to his new, strange friend.
Smiling to himself Rodney thought, "This is going to be one interesting friendship."
Turning on his side Rodney closed his eyes and tried to go back to sleep, hoping that a nurse would come in soon so that he could get something for his headache.
A/N- I know, I know I left a bunch of unanswered questions. I could really use your help though in answering them. Because as the writer I don't know what the reader is thinking. Like what questions that really need to be answered and the ones that don't. And I really need to hear some input about the character Charles Bettany! Good? Yes? no? Also please review to let me know if this chapter was any good or not. My goodness I'm sounding very demanding. That's not good. Please forgive the bluntness. You guys are awesome!