Chapter two of I'm not moving!
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In Dr. Elisabeth Weir's office...
Loud arguments could be heard in the control room, coming from Dr. Weir's office, Which was the last place she wanted to be at that moment.
Rodney had come in closely followed by an angry Carson, with John and Ronon tagging along both of whom seemed very interested in this particular argument between physician and scientist. Dr. Weir had grown tired of their constant bickering, sitting in her chair, while trying to get some work done.
"I'm not moving the Infirmary just because you don't like to share Rodney!"
"I'm not moving either-"
"Aether," John politely corrected Rodney.
"Whatever! I'm not the only one who doesn't like to share!" Rodney scoffed at Carson who was using every ounce of restraint to keep himself from hurting Rodney.
"QUIET!!"
Dr. Weir thought she had enough, both men had stopped arguing and were glaring at each other.
"Now can we settle this like adults?" continued Dr. Weir. "I moved the infirmary so that there would be a faster time for victims of 'lab accidents' to get to the infirmary."
"And I already have everything unpacked," cut in Carson.
"And now there isn't enough space," replied Rodney. "It's upsetting me and my staff!"
"Well, maybe you should move then if you're not happy!" Carson shot back. "My medical team is just peachy with the room we have!"
"No! I was there first, and I'm not giving it up!"
"And I'm not going down without a fight!"
"Bring it on!" shouted Rodney.
"I will!" Carson shouted back. Both men eyed each other before storming off in separate ways, Carson muttering something about frogs and Rodney was complaining loudly about the lack of curtesy and respect towards him.
When both angry men had gone...
"I think you were supposed to do something to prevent that from happening," said John turning to Dr. Weir. Everything had happened so fast that Dr. Weir didn't have time to do anything, she couldn't even say what she really wanted to say.
Dr. Weir sighed, picking up a piece of paper from her desk, looked at and then looked back at the two who were still in her office.
"Don't you have reports to fill out, John?" she said.
"Oh!" and John hurried away, taking the hint that she wanted to be alone.
"And you Ronon... er... help him or whatever you do, just go!" Dr. Weir turned her attention to the runner. Ronon also taking the hint, left as well.
Elisabeth put her head in her hands, sighing, "This is not going to be pretty. I'm going to need a vacation." massaging he temple trying to get rid of the headache that had formed very quickly. She looked at her paperwork covered desk and groaned.
Little did she know she would be right about both things!
End of chapter 2
Please review! Oh and if any one wants to know I am taking a break from the stories Answers in Blood and Explosive Allergies that I'm writing. It seems I have come to a major writers block with those and it might take me a while.
Next chapter: Who will strike first?