Author: gothfeary (a.k.a. Kat)

Title: Rule # 61

Series: This is why we have Rules

Rating: T for some possible swearing, violence or explosions.

Summery: Rule 61) If someone tells you to go get some sleep, do it. 450 words

Spoilers: None

Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate, but I do own the stupid situations I put these poor characters into! Oh, and SG-3. I own them, but I'll share with you guys! No actors were harmed in the making of this fic.

A/N: Alas, the evil mid-terms are upon me, and I have no time... I really should be studying, but my muse bit me, and the only wat to prevent infection is to write!

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"Someone tell me why I just ordered a city-wide search to find Col. Sheppard?" demanded Dr. Weir.

"Well, Col. Sheppard had a reaction opposite to the normal side effect of the codeine in T3's," replied Beckett.

"Which is?"

"Hyper-activity," he plainly stated.

"And this warranted a city-wide search?" Elizabeth asked skeptically.

"Not by itself," when Carson hesitated, Elizabeth narrowed her eyes and sent him an icy glare.

"But when added to the fact that we believe he hasn't slept since he began taking the medication, it does."

"That was almost four days ago!" An exasperated sight escaped her as she turned to security station.

Pressing her fingertips to her ear, Dr. Weir spoke, "SGA-1, any luck yet?"

"Several personnel reported seeing Col. Sheppard in this area." Teyla replied.

"Keep me posted. Weir out."

"Be careful," Carson added into his own com, "John has reached the point where his mind will be unable to properly process what's going on."

A muffled reply was heard through the system as Rodney remarked, "And that's different from every other day, how?"

Ignoring Rodney, Carson went on, "despite the amount of energy he may appear to have."

"Understood Doctor." The determination in Ronon's voice almost made Carson pity John.

"Dr. Weir, take a look at this!" Sgt. Bates called her over to the display screen where he had been trying to track John. One light in the section Teyla and her team were searching had doubled back towards the gate room.

"Teyla, we think he's headed back here. Circle back around and cut him off."

Without a reply, three of lights changed direction, quickly doubling back around. Teyla, Rodney and Ronon, armed with Wraith stunners, entered the gate room and took up positions on the stairway leading up to the control room.

If it weren't for soundproof hallways and doors, they would have heard John coming long before he entered.

As the door slid open, a voice came through, singing very loudly.

"We all live in a yellow submarine, a yellow submarine!" Bare feet lightly slapping the ground, John jogged into view, oblivious to everyone staring.

"Great." Rodney muttered, "Now that song will be stuck in my head for weeks."

"We all live in a yellow subma-"

"Oh my," giggled Teyla, soon joined by more of the staff, as they took in his rumpled hair, the cast on his wrist and pink boxers with purple Farris Wheels. Stopping mid-submarine, John turned when he heard them. With a distracted goofy grin, he allowed Ronon to sneak up behind him.

Feeling a light tap on his shoulder, John turned.

"Good-night John," said Ronon, an instant before the blackness that came from Ronon's fist connecting with John's face.

-End-

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