Death and Destiny

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Lysiam: Rodney's 'dog bad, cat good' lesson came hard. lol Don't worry Rodney's dislike with whole "vodoo" thing is explained, with some other things as well. But we have a long way to go. Everone still has to fiuger out what's wrong with Rodney! lol


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Chapter: 9

"Your Lucky Day...?"

Then:

The Impala

27 minuets away from Colorado Springs

Dean laughs. "You need to stop worrying so much, Sammy. You have Rodney number right?"

"Yeah..."

"Then call him."

"That's probably the best idea you've had since... well, a while. And by the way, It's Sam."

"Whatever, Sammy." Dean made sure to emphasize on Sam's childhood name.

Sam just rolled his eyes and started to dial.

"Rinng! Rinng!"

"Rinng! Rinn..."

"Hello?"

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SGC, Cheyenne Mountain: Earth

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"See I'm thinking someone does need to die. How else am I going to get you to realize that this isn't a game?" I look around the room. "How about... him." I point to a random guard in the room and shoot him in the head.

Everyone in the room, even John, flinches. I redirect the gun back to John's head. "Now," I say. "let's try this again. I going to walk out that door and you're not gonna stop me. Because if you don't, and you try anything, you'll be mopping up skull before you can get a shot in."

Everyone's still in a bit of shock, so no one answers me. "Tick, Tock." I say. "Better answer before the buzzer..."

Now,

SGC, Cheyenne Mountain: Earth

"Ding!" I say. "Time's up. What do you say? Let Johnny die a horrible and meaningless death , or let me go and he doesn't... Mmm. Decisions, decisions."

"Alright." Says Gen. Landry. "Men, stand down."

I smile at Landry. "See, I knew you'd make the right choice! You heard them John boy. This is our curtain call." I say as I back out door.

Once it closes, I put in a command code that locks it. When you know someone who helped make the code system, it's actually quite easy to do.

"That should keep them busy." I keep walking with the gun still trained on John head. "Just me and you again." I say to John as I press the 'Level One' button on the elevator.

The elevator starts to move. "This might take a while." I say to John. "You know, I never thought this would be SO easy." I look over to John who just glares at me.

"I'll tell you what. I'll take the duct tape off, but the first sound I hear and the tape goes right back on." I reach over and pull the tape off.

I see John about to say something. "Nope, nothing or tape. We'll have time for the Q & A once we're out if here."

The elevator bell rings. "This is our stop." I grab John and head for the exit.

The word must have been spread fast, because no on, mainly the guards, tried to stop me from leaving. I literally walk out the front door and in to the parking garage.

I turn to John. "The government vehicles, the have Low Jack on them, right?"

John just looks at me. I sigh. "The threat of duct tape has been temporarily lifted. Now, do they?"

He still doesn't say anything. I point the gun at him again. "Now or never, John boy."

He glares at me but answers. "Yeah, they do. I last time I checked anyways."

"See, now was that so hard?"

"Bite me. No wait, you actually might."

I roll my eyes. "Are you always this annoying?"

"Well, if you were Rodney you would know."

"Touché."

I pull John to the nearest car. It happens to be a red 2007 Ford Mustang, G.T.

I open the passenger door and shove John in the car. Then I go to the driver side and sit down. The car immediately starts when I get in.

John looks surprised because I didn't use a key. "How did you...?"

I smirk. "When you've been around as long as I have, you can learn all sorts cool Jedi mind tricks."

I pull the car out of its parking space and right out of SCG. I don't start talking until Cheyenne Mountain is well in my rear view mirror.

"So," I say. "what am I going to do with you? You've helped as much as hurt my plan and seeing as how I'm no longer in the SGC and need a hostage, I have no farther use for you. However, I can't just leave you wandering the streets."

John scoffs. "Oh please, don't pretend that you care. It may have took me a while, but I Have noticed you're not Rodney."

"Well it took you longer than expected, but yeah I'm not Rodney. Though he's screaming in my head like you wouldn't believe."

I frown. "Kinda gives me a headache..."

"So you just stole Rodney's body and locked him in his own mind?" John says with a look of disgust.

"Yeah, pretty much." I say. "Though I do prefer 'Commandeered' as oppose to stole."

"What's the difference?" John says.

I don't think he was expecting an answer but I give him one anyway. "It's a nautical term. No difference, just sounds better."

"Yeah, sure..." John mumbles.

"You know, I actually have you to thank. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be here."

"What do you mean?"

"You really don't know what you did, do you?" I ask. "Alright, fine. This little device here," I say as I reach in my jacket pocket. "does in fact bring people back from the dead, as you see, but not without a price..."

"How did you get that?"

"Swiped it from the labs on the way to the Jumper Bay." I respond.

"What do you mean a price?" John asks.

I pull in to a storage facility and park next to garage number 669. "Wait here." I say.

"Like I have much of a choice."

I walk over to the door, pull out a key from my pocket and unlock it. Inside the garage is Rodney's blue 1973 Ford Mustang Cabrio.

"Right where he left it." I say to myself. I get in and back the car out in to the parking lot. I get out, open the passenger door to the G.T and pull John out.

"Today's your lucky day, Johnny." I say as I untie him.

"What are you...?"

But I cut him off. "Here." I throw him the key's to Rodney's car. "Take it and don't look back." I say.

"But..." He says.

I reach in the car and pull out the gun. "I could always shoot you. It'll save me a whole lot of worry about this moment coming back and bitting me. Walk." I say.

"What about that price you were talking about."

I smirk and my eyes turn black. I know John sees it from the look of shock on his face. "It's a two-for-one deal." I say and get in the car and drive off.

John who is still confused about what just happened heads over to Rodney's car. "Great, now what?" he says. Then he hears a phone ringing. It's coming from the car so he opens the door and in the drivers seat is a black Moto Razor.

"Must have fell out of Rodney's pocket..." He picks it up reads the caller I.D.

Now Calling:

Sam W.

John looks at phone deciding weather or not he should answer it. "What the hell." he says and answers in the middle of the fourth ring.

"Hello?"

"Hello?" The caller says. "I must have the wrong number. Is this Rodney McKay?"

"Umm, no." I say. "My name is John Sheppard, but this is Rodney's phone... He left the car with me and the phone in the car. Don't think he meant too though..." He trails off.

"Oh, I'm Sam Winchester."

"Like the gun?"

"Yeah, like the gun. Any chance you might know when he'll be back?"

"Oh, I don't think he'll be back for a while. When I said 'he left the car with me' I should have said he left me at the car. Literally. Dropped me off here and took off."

"Why he would do that?" Sam asks.

John thinks for a moment. "You probably wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Try me." Sam says.

John sighs. "Alright, but I waned you. He was acting..." John thinks for a moment. 'What's the best way I can say this without exposing the Stargate Program?' "Odd. If that makes any sense."

"Odder than usual?" Sam asks.

John laughs, Yep he's definitely talked to Rodney. "Yeah, amazingly. And I know this might sound crazy but I know I saw his eyes turn black for a moment..."

Sam didn't say anything for a moment but when he did he sounded nervous

"Where are you now?"

"Umm, "Store-All storage complex just outside of Colorado Springs."

"Just off of interstate 67?"

"Yeah. What's going on?" John Hears Sam sigh.

"I think it's best we explain this in person."

"We?" John says.

"My brother and I. We'll be there in 10 minuets."

"Alright, bye."

"Bye."

And with that John hangs up. "One hell of a day." he says. "This has been one hell of a day."