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Bad Horror Movie

Chapter 16

Rodney McKay felt a stinging sensation all through his body and groaned. Slowly he opened his eyes and blinked until his eyes came into focus. He was lying on his back staring at a dark ceiling and upon further examination he realized he was in a large, gloomy room.

Groaning again he felt a horrible taste in his mouth and tried to lick his lips. He squeaked when his tongue brushed against a rough, damp surface. He then tried to move his mouth and finally deducted that he had a rag in his mouth.

"Oh…come…on!" Rodney growled as best he could and then heard a gasp. He wasn't alone.

A shadow loomed over him and he reluctantly peered up at his kidnapper's face. A pair of sneaky eyes stared back at him through round glasses.

"Dr McKay." Kavanaugh stated cocking his head to look at him properly.

"Ka…kavan…augh." Rodney's muffled voice came back and he sighed. "Is…this thing…necessary?"

"Bates' idea." He responded walking away fiddling with something. "It also meant I didn't need to hear your whining."

Rodney sighed again, rolled his eyes and shifted heightening the fact that his arms were tied behind his back. "Well, I'm…just going to keep…talking in…this annoying way…until you take it…out. Where…is Bates…Left you…to do…all of the…work? You're…an idiot…Kavanaugh-"

"Okay!" Kavanaugh spat whirling to face him. "You've only been awake for a couple of minutes and you still can't shut up!" He stomped over and pulled the rag out of his mouth violently. "I'm amazed Sheppard hasn't killed you yet!"

"Ouch!" He cried spitting out a nasty taste and glared up Kavanaugh. "Well he'll kill you when he finds out about this."

Kavanaugh shrugged. "He'll be too busy sulking over Weir's death to bother about Atlantis."

"Uh no!" Rodney said as he attempted to sit up only to fall down again. Kavanaugh smirked at him and the scientist tried again, this time with success. "Ever hear about the Genii incident? Believe me Kavanaugh, Col. Sheppard doesn't just let things go. If you hurt Elizabeth he will come after you…a lot of people would. And why are you even doing this?"

"Oh I wouldn't expect you to understand Rodney." He replied harshly and walked back over to a table. "You're one of Weir's pets. You're one of the ones who worships her and doesn't see how she's slowly destroying this entire expedition!"

Rodney rolled his eyes at the man's hysterical speech. "So you and Bates think you can run things better, huh?" Kavanaugh merely glanced at his victim before resuming his work. "And what exactly are you doing there?"

"It's a bomb." He said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "It'll look like an accident-an experiment that went wrong in your lab."

"My lab?" Rodney asked confused then swallowed hard realizing his fate. "You…you're going to blame it on me?"

"Weir found you and joined you in the lab to look at your experiment. Things go wrong and you were both sadly killed in the blast. The investigation will bring about two probable conclusions- you were showing her a genuine experiment that went wrong or it was part of your plan to get rid of Weir."

"What!" Rodney choked. "That's…that's ridiculous! No one would ever believe I'd kill Elizabeth!"

Kavanaugh shrugged again and gave McKay and smirk. "We'll think of something Rodney. Don't worry."

John watched his men finish their sweep of their fifth sector and sighed as they all shook their heads solemnly. Tapping his earpiece he contacted Elizabeth. "Elizabeth?"

"Anything?" She replied hopefully.

"No. We'll move on. Anyone else had any luck?" He asked knowing it was doubtful.

"No." Came the shaky response. "John, the life sign detector hasn't picked up his-"

"Hey! Don't think like that." John ordered firmly wishing he could be with her. She was beginning to crack and she couldn't afford to. "You know Rodney…he has like 9 lives or something. We'll find him."

There was silence for a minute before he got a response. "Ok. Keep me posted."

John nodded in relief and called to his search team, "Let's move on!"

Elizabeth sighed wearily and stopped her pacing. She had been moving about for almost an hour now, unable to rest out of concern for Rodney. Gazing around the office she finally sat back down behind her desk and opened up her laptop. Moving the mouse around the screen she brought up a mission report she should have read by now and tried to concentrate.

There was a knock on the door and she told them to come in. Bates appeared holding a cup in his hand and he gave her a small smile. "Dr Weir, I thought you'd like some coffee."

Elizabeth was shocked at his offer and smiled gratefully, hoping the surprise wasn't too obvious. "Yes, that would be great. Thank you Sergeant."

"No problem Ma'am. Anything else you need?"

Elizabeth stared at him for a moment, trying to work out his motive but only saw sincerity. "No, thank you."

Bates nodded and left her office glancing behind him just in time to see her take a gulp of coffee. Smirking he resumed his post and knew it was only time before the plan would be in full motion.

Rodney watched his colleague slip the final part of the bomb into place and began to feel his panic increase ten fold. "Listen, Kavanaugh this is a really stupid idea! I mean I knew you were somewhat crazy but this is just-!"

"Whatever McKay." He retorted shaking his head a little and then jerked his head up at the sound of his radio crackling. "Bates? What's happening?"

Rodney watched Kavanaugh begin to sneer and felt sick. The man was insane…no doubt about it he realized. "Good. The bomb is complete…understood." He switched the radio off and turned to smile at McKay. "Plan is already in motion. It won't be too long before you'll be joining Weir."

Rodney lowered his head and growled. "Damn it! You really don't think you can pull this off do you! Besides, how do you know the bomb won't cause significant structural damage or injure more people?"

The mad scientist shrugged and finished screwing in a panel onto his homemade bomb. "I don't. It's just a chance we have to take."

Again Rodney sighed shakily and began glancing around the room. He was looking for anything that could be used as a weapon. He wasn't confident at any kind of physical activity but desperate times called for desperate measures. He realized that with his arms tied he would need to just use his legs, which Bates had left free obviously not expecting him to use them for anything productive. Rodney didn't know whether to take this fact as an insult.

Making sure Kavanaugh was engrossed with completing the bomb's outer shell Rodney pressed his back against the wall and silently began sliding up the wall. He felt pain shoot through all his muscles but managed to stifle his grunts and gasps.

Having successfully made it into a half crouch position he tried to ignore the tiredness his limbs still felt and with one final, silent deep breath pushed himself into a standing position. He stilled for a moment reveling in his success before swaying a little. Closing his eyes until the dizziness passed Rodney took another quiet breath and opened his eyes.

He could now see the table clearly and notice with great dismay a 9mm sitting beside Kavanaugh's bomb. Rodney grimaced and gently placed his right foot forward testing his legs' stability and nodded satisfied he would be okay.

He then stared at his target and took a few deep breaths before moving forward quickly and kicking Kavanaugh hard in the back. The scientist lurched forward with a yelp almost banging into the bomb and fell backwards in a cry of pain. Rodney made sure the gun was still there and then turned and kicked the fallen man in the face before moving onto the side, constantly receiving cries of pain.

Rodney continued kicking until Kavanaugh begged him to stop and clutched his side. "Ow! Please…please Rodney! Stop!"

McKay stopped but instead of staying he ran to the door, spun round and opened it with his tied hands. He then turned back and grabbed the gun so Kavanaugh couldn't use it and belted down the corridor stumbling because his hands were stuck behind his back. His grip on the gun was slippery due to sweat and he almost dropped it several times but Rodney clung to it. Despite not being able to use it he still felt safe with it.

Rounding yet another corridor Rodney began to recognize much of the structure and realized he was still in the main section of the city, just in the lower levels where the brigs were kept. Using this knowledge to find the nearest transporter he ran by the Ancient cells and almost jumped for joy when he saw the lift doors.

Coming to a halt at the doors the scientist gasped for air and put his back to the sensor. Jumping up the sensors picked up his hands and opened the doors for him. Stepping inside he then dropped the gun, tired now of carrying it pointlessly and stared at the illuminated map on screen.

It was too high for his tied hands to reach so instead he sighed in annoyance and leant forward, using his nose to choose the destination. Selecting the control tower he then grinned in relief as the doors slid shut.

Elizabeth's doors suddenly whooshed open and Bates turned to see a very pale looking Weir walking out of her office briskly.

"Dr Weir? Is everything okay?" He asked although he knew fine well what was wrong.

"I…I…" She tried to speak before covering her mouth with her hand and running out of the control tower.

A few people in the control room stood up looking worried after the leader vanished but Bates held up his hand and began jogging in the same direction.

"It's all right. I'll get her and take her to the infirmary, I don't think she's feeling too well." He told them and followed Weir down the steps.

Once away from the mainstream of people Bates slowed down to a walk and watched with amusement as Weir disappeared into a nearby toilet. Sauntering up to the room he waited outside hearing retching sounds now and then and eventually a faint whimper.

Taking a quick glance down the hall Bates made sure no one was nearby and silently entered the bathroom almost laughing at the sight of Elizabeth hung over the toilet and groaning.

"Oh dear Dr Weir, what are we going to do with you?"

A/n: What did you think of Rodney's action scene? Oh and incase it ain't clear he did have his hands tied behind his back but you can still so some stuff when like that. I really enjoyed making him the action hero this time. Please r'n'r!