Author: gothfeary (a.k.a. Kat)
Title: # 20
Series: This is why we have Rules
Rating: T for some swearing and explosions.
Summery: Rule 20) If you don't know what the button does DON'T PUSH IT!
Spoilers: None, unless you don't know who Ronon is. Then Yes, some Season 2 Atlantis spoilers.
Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate, but I do own the stupid situations I put these poor characters into!
A/N: If you guys think this is just crap, tell me. I have no idea if I'll keep this up.
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"Dr. Weir, this is Col. Sheppard." John pushed the button on his ear piece, activating the com piece that sat there.
"Go ahead John," her reply was slightly distorted by the interference from Rodney's equipment.
"We reached the lab; we're just setting up now." From somewhere off in the corner came a muffled grunt as Teyla and Ronon lugged a crate out of the way of the door.
"Alright, keep me posted. Weir out." The distinct click sound in his ear let him know they were on their own now.
"Well, Rodney, you go play nice now. I'll be over here." With a smug grin he walked over to the crate Teyla and Ronon had brought in, and sat down.
"Is that all you do? Just sit here and do nothing?" Rodney snarked. "Give me a hand here, John. This stuff is heavy."
"Why?" The innocent look on his face was countered by the evil gleam in his eyes. "Last time I did you yelled at me. I was hurt"
A snort from behind him let everyone know of Teyla's disbelief.
"Then do something! For once." Rodney stuck his head deep into the crate before him, searching in vain for the one piece of equipment he inevitably forgot in his personal lab.
"Some one hasn't eaten recently!" John quipped in a very annoying sing-song way.
"Bite me," came the muffled reply from a crate with legs.
"You should be careful to whom you speak, Dr. McKay. A Wraith would take you up on your offer." Teyla carefully hid her amusement over the two men bickering before her. Only to be rewarded with glare from over the wooden edge.
"Fine, you want me to help, I'll help," Setting down his P-90, John walked over to Rodney's side, "what should I do?"
Looking around, Rodney saw a panel of shining crystal buttons, just waiting to be pressed. A wild glint flashed in his eyes for just a second, as a smirk spread over his once scowling face, "You have the ATA gene, figure out what that panel does."
Following Rodney's gaze, John headed over to the panel. His finger lightly skimmed the surrounding metal, turning to Rodney; he cocked his head and questioned, "And get blamed for blowing us up? Hell no!"
"What are you, scared?"
"Am not."
"Yes, yes you are."
"I am not! I'm just not suicidal!"
"Dare you." Out of any two words, why did Rodney have to say those two, thought Teyla. John Sheppard never refused a dare.
"Fine." Without a moment of hesitation, he pressed down on the large center crystal.
Ronon and Teyla shut their eyes and waited with baited breath. A blinding light filled the room and dissipated in a second, as if it was never there.
"See." If at all possible, John was just aa smug as Rodney when one of his theories proved right. Teyla cracked a single eye. Ronon just waited for the other shoe. Suddenly another flash, this time from the transporters system, engulfed the room, and Rodney and John were gone.
"We had best go to the control room," Ronon said. Picking up John's forgotten weapon, Teyla followed her team mate out of the room, wondering what John could have possibly done this time.
"Care to explain?" asked Dr Weir, arms crossed and her tapping foot were demanding an explanation. A very pink Dr. Weir. Looking over the control room with wide eyes, John and Rodney took in the pink gate technician, the pink com officer, the pink security staff…
Sheepishly, John finally spoke, "Umm… oops?"
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