Chapter 4 of I'm not moving!
Rodney's turn to strike back!
Disclaimer: I do not own Atlantis.
I think I now will focus on this for a while, since I just jumped into a pit of my own doing with my other stories.
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Carson Beckett was feeling particularly upbeat as he walked through Atlantean corridors, a slight jingling in his pocket as walked, and a coffee in his hand topped full of vanilla creamer. Right then he happened to hear a faint shout. It sounded like Rodney, very angry one, too. Carson smiled in satisfaction, taking white clear power crystals from his pocket and said, "Now where should I put these?" and he put them back in his pocket when someone rushed by. Carson continued his walk, the crystals jingling in his pocket all the way, chuckling, "It wont be long now..."
And he was right. It wasn't long before Rodney turned up. Once Rodney saw Carson, he shouted, "YOU!" and rushed over to Carson.
"You vandal! Give them back!" Rodney ordered, holding out his hand.
"What?" asked Carson, fakely acting innocent to toy with the scientist.
"You know what!"
"Oh, do I?"
Rodney looked like he was about to explode, or at least pop a few blood vessals. Carson started laughing as he took the crystals out of his pocket.
"Oh you think that's funny do you?" Rodney growled, roughly grabbing the crystals from Carson's hand. "Yeah, keep laughing!" as Rodney walked off to fix the science labs.
Carson did keep laughing, all the down to the gate room. He was standing in front of the Stargate, laughing his head off, untill he noticed he was getting wierd looks and people staring at him so he stopped. He was approached by Dr. Weir.
"Carson are you feeling okay?" she asked.
"I'm fine, Elisabeth. I haven't felt this good in a long time," answered Carson with a smile.
"All right. We got a call that the science labs lost power," said Dr. Weir. "You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?"
"No," Carson answered, his smile as big as ever. "I know nothing about that. Was it serious?"
"Not exactly, it did cause some comunication problems; but that is being taken care of," Dr. Weir informed Carson. She ducked away for a few moments, getting a call on her comlink.
"Well, with a room stuffed full of geniuses, plus one ego-inflated frog (remember Ch1), I'm sure they can fix the problem." Carson said out loud for people passing by to hear.
"Oh, but they already have! I just got a communication from Rodney saying that he had taken care of the problem," said Dr. Weir.
"See?"
"Well, glad you are having a wonderful day, Carson," Dr. Weir said. "I have to get back to work now." and she walked up the central staircase.
"You look like you haven't gotten much sleep, Elisabeth," Carson said walking after her. "You need to take some time off."
"Tell me about it! No, wait, don't. I don't have time to hear about it, I have paper work to complete and breifings to conduct," and Elisabeth walked away.
Carson was still in a good mood, and he hummed as he left the gate room, still aware of some lingering eyes watching him. He walked down another corridor, unsure of where he was going but didn't really care. Then he got a message through his comlink from Dr. Weir, "I forgot to mention that the Daedalus has arrived with the new medical equipment and supplies you ordered. Better hurry up, Colonel Caldwell sounds extra impatient today."
"Don't want to get on his bad side, eh?" Carson chuckled into his comlink and he could hear Elisabeth giggling along with him.
Carson arrived at the docking and loading bay for the Daedalus after ten minutes of searching for the nearest elevator. He looked around for crates or boxes resembling the size of the equipment he ordered. There was a few crates there, none of which looked like the ones he was looking for. He turned to the uniformed man with the cargo check list.
"Excuse me? But you wouldn't happen to have the new equipment I ordered still on the ship would you?" asked Carson. "My name is Dr. Carson Beckett."
"Hmm..." the soldier muttered as he checked his list. "Your cargo has already been unloaded and claimed already."
"What!" Carson exclaimed and then added, "How?"
The soldier looked at Carson, unsure if he was asking how the unloading process works or how the claiming works.
Carson sensed the man's unsureness and clarified, "How can someone take my equipment?"
"Umm..." The soldier checked his list again. "It appears that someone from your staff signed out for them."
"But I just found out and I didn't have anyone come down here and pick them up for me!"
"What seems to be the problem doctor?"
Colonel Caldwell just appeared out of no where startling Carson.
"He signed my medical equipment off to someone else!" explained Carson, pointing to the soldier with the check list.
"Well, sargeant? Is that the case?" Caldwell turned to the check list man.
The man simply replied, "One of his staff has already signed for it, see?" and he showed both of them the signature.
Carson knew it wasn't any of his staff, because he could read all of their signatures. With a closer look he realized who it was.
"That's Dr. Mckay's signature!" shouted Caldwell. "He's not on the medical staff!"
"But he asked for the supplies by name!" defended the check lister.
"Did I give you permission to talk back, sargeant?" shouted Caldwell.
"No, sir!"
"Well Dr. Beckett, I can assure you that--?!" Caldwell started to say but realized that Carson was gone.
Carson was fast walking down the halls, heading hurriedly to the infirmary. In the doorway he came across a box with a note on it. Carson eyed the box with suspicion and fear, then cautiously moved towards the box. He reconized the hand writting on the letter.
'Hello Carson,
It seems you have found one of your boxes.
Your equipment is hidden all over the city.'
"That frog!!" Carson yelled and continued reading.
'I have left some clues, because if I didn't you would probably be searching forever.
Each equipment box has one clue that leads to another box of equipment and so on.
Happy hunting, power sucker!'
Carson started shouting obcinities into the air that mostly included the words: frog, ego, stuck up, and other words (that I can't put or the rating may have to change and I don't want that).
He turned the note over and found the first clue.
'Food. Coffee.
Where you get these is where the next box will be.'
Carson stared at the paper, amazed that Rodney could come up with a stupid clue like that.
Carson got to the cafeteria. He thought the box would be in plain sight, but he looked everywhere and in every cupboard and couldn't find it.
This was going to be harder than he first thought it would be.
I am going to end it right here.
I am sorry that it took so long to update. Some things came up that needed to be addressed.
So Rodney stole Carson's cargo and is making him go on a treasure hunt! What will Carson do back?
I might open the next chapter with Carson still looking for his missing cargo... who knows?
Untill next time...