Missing scene for "Intruder".
A short conversation between Weir and Caldwell that takes place after the virus has been eradicated.

ICARUS

"Colonel," greeted Weir as she, too, helped herself to a late night cup of coffee in the otherwise empty Daedalus mess hall.

Caldwell acknowledged her with a nod. "Doctor."

"It's been an interesting day," she said, trying to break the ice. While she didn't care for the Colonel's attitude towards Atlantis, or more specifically her running of it, there would be times when they would need to work together. She was too much of a diplomat not to know it would be in her best interest to start laying the foundation for at least a cordial, if not congenial, working relationship.

Caldwell glanced at her, instantly recognizing the intent of her comments. "Yes, it has." He held out his hand towards a nearby table in invitation.

Weir smiled slightly and took a seat opposite him. With the rush to get the extra personal and equipment approved in time for the trip back, there hadn't been time for private conversations while still on Earth. Caldwell had been busy with his duties on board the Daedalus since they left so this would be their first opportunity to talk one-on-one. Knowing the Daedalus commander was a straight shooter who considered diplomacy 'beating around the bush', she threw caution to the wind and got straight to the heart of the matter. "You don't think much of the scientists and their work on Atlantis, do you?"

Caldwell smiled a bit at her bluntness. "I do, when it results in something usable."

"Usable as a weapon you mean."

He shrugged, taking another sip of coffee.

"Our priority, first and foremost," said Weir, leaning forward, "should be discovering information that will benefit humanity."

"If you say so, Doctor," Caldwell replied neutrally.

"You don't agree?" It was more a statement than a question.

He sighed, putting down his cup of coffee. "Frankly, no. Our priority should be finding information that will benefit the military."

"That's a rather narrow viewpoint, don't you think?" she asked, leaning back in her chair.

"Like it or not, Doctor, without the military there wouldn't be any humanity left to benefit from all your wonderful discoveries. In fact, if it wasn't for the military, there wouldn't even be an Atlantis." He picked up his mug and took another sip. "Or have you forgotten the Wraith already?"

Weir leaned forward, uncurling her clenched fingers from her mug and setting it down with deliberate care on the table in front of her. "If you'll recall, our scientists did have a little part in the defense of the city," she said sarcastically. "And I don't need you to remind me about the Wraith. I have lost too many of my people, both scientists and military, to forget about them so quickly."

Caldwell studied her for a moment noticing the tight line of her body and the signs of barely suppressed anger. "I apologize, Doctor. That was uncalled for."

Though she was still upset, she made it a point to keep an even tone when she replied. "Yes, it was." She picked her cup back up and took a sip. "Dr. Beckett has given Dr. McKay and the colonel a clean bill of health," she said, subtly berating him for not asking after their well-being sooner.

In fact, he had had Beckett report to him personally once the doctor had examined the two men but he saw no need to justify himself to Weir, or anyone else for that matter. "Dr. McKay has assured me that we have completely wiped out the virus," he replied instead, refusing to be baited.

"So long as you have your priorities straight," Weir countered, failing to keep the ire out of her voice.

He sighed. Being the big bad military wolf to Weir's little red riding hood was quickly becoming tiresome. "Not that I need to explain myself to you, Doctor, but believe it or not, I was worried about them." He took another sip of coffee and his lips quirked in a small, unbidden smile as he thought about the newly promoted lieutenant colonel. "I thought Sheppard was going to pull an Icarus for sure."

Weir blinked at the sudden change in subject. "A what?"

"What do you know of Daedalus?"

She looked around the mess hall, puzzled.

He grinned a little at her confusion and clarified, "The Greek myth." Seeing he had her interest, he continued, "Daedalus was imprisoned on Crete where he built wings from feathers and wax so he and his son Icraus could escape. Icarus flew too close to the sun which melted the wax in his wings, sending him falling into the sea where he perished."

"You don't seem like the superstitious type," Weir said, her smile held just a hint of mischief.

"I'm not," responded Caldwell defensively. Then he relaxed a little when he realized she was teasing him. "However, you have to admit that it hit a little too close to home for comfort." Standing, he drained the dregs of his cup, grimacing slightly as some of the grounds found their way into his last sip. "Have a good night, Doctor."

She watched as he made his way across the cafeteria towards the exit. Still smiling slightly, she called after him. "Tell me, Colonel, do you know all the Greek myths or just the ones that have warships named after them?"

Caldwell turned back towards her. He opened his mouth to reply but closed it, looking suspiciously at her and trying to decide if there was some hidden barb to her comment. "There's a lot about me you don't know, Doctor Weir," he said simply, before exiting.

END

It didn't take long for folks to bring up the fact that Weir would have most certainly had a liberal arts education. Good for you! I did pondered on that a bit when I was writing this, especially since she ran the SGC for a short period of time and would have been exposed to Daniel's mission reports and his vast knowledge of various myths and lore even if she managed to miss it in high school or college. So in the end, Weir doesn't actually say she's not familiar with the story, she's just too thrown for a loop to say anything when Caldwell starts talking about it.