"Ronon, doc." Sheppard greeted as he climbed out of the transporter.
"Sheppard." Ronon said whilst Jennifer remained silent.
"Sorry about leaving you with Dyson yesterday." Sheppard offered to Jennifer.
"And today." Jennifer added.
"If it makes you feel better I have to spend several hours with Woolsey."
"I would take Woolsey over Dyson." Jennifer complained.
"Words you never thought you would say." Sheppard quipped. "You do know that you can't come on the mission today, even if you hide behind Ronon."
"Funny. I have been summoned by Dyson to discuss this morning's infirmary tour." Jennifer said.
"That sounds like it is going to fun." Sheppard smiled.
"Don't worry I will stun him later." Ronon said to Jennifer as they reached the gate room.
"Howdy Colonel, Ronon," Dyson said as they entered the gate room. "Ah Dr Keller you are here as well. If you would be so go to wait in my, I mean Richard's office."
Forcing a smile Jennifer nodded and walked up the steps to Woolsey's office from where she watched Sheppard make small talk with Dyson until Woolsey and McKay turned up. When they finally departed Jennifer took a seat and waited for Dyson to return wondering why she had been called up.
After what seemed like a long time Dyson entered the office and sat down.
"Sorry to keep you waiting little-lady." Dyson greeted as Jennifer desperately tried to remember some of Teyla's meditation techniques. "Now you were due to show me round the infirmary, but it has come to my attention that," he paused as he typed at his keyboard, "yes that Drs Steven Logan, Shane Greedy and Frank Holloway are all out on missions currently."
"Along with Lisa Sagan yes. We normally operate with anywhere between two and five doctors out of the city on missions." Jennifer said, unsure where this conversation was going.
"Is that so?" He asked, but from his tone it was clear that he did not care. "Well you see I was thinking that to get the best possible overview I would like to speak to as many of the staff as possible so perhaps we could rearrange for Wednesday, when I believe that Logan and Greedy will be back."
"But Coster and Chan will be out then, so there will be no more extra staff to talk to." Jennifer said.
"That would be Rose Coster and Anthea Chan?" Dyson asked.
"That is correct."
"Well you see little-lady, I have already picked out the staff I would like to speak to and Logan and Greedy are them. So I would prefer Wednesday."
"Ok." Jennifer replied, trying to ignore the obvious hints of sexism. "Well you are in charge." She smiled.
"Why yes I am." He smiled cheesily. "Well I don't want to keep you from your duties."
Jennifer stood and silently left the office trying to keep her anger in check until she was outside of the control room. As she walked past Lorne she remained oblivious to his question and just kept walking on to the infirmary. When she walked into the infirmary she was still seething. A point, which was immediately picked up on by Carson.
"Oh dear, what has happened?" He asked.
"I think I should wait before I tell you or I will say something I shouldn't." She replied.
"That bad then?"
"Worse. Lets just say he is not coming today and the reason I'll tell you over a drink in private sometime."
"Good thing I have my Scotch then." Carson replied.
"Dr Keller." Marie interrupted.
"Yes Marie."
"A doctor has been requested in the East pier. One of Mr Dyson's guards is unwell." She explained.
"You want me t-" Carson started to offer.
"No I could use the walk anyway." Jennifer said. "Could you just explain we are not having our guest come round today?" She asked as she grabbed a medical kit and the precise location of the injured soldier.
Ten minutes later she was at the very top of one the East towers looking for an apparently non-existent patient. Having carefully scanned the area she radioed Marie to confirm the location of the wounded soldier.
"I'm sorry doctor he apparently meant the South 3 tower." Marie eventually replied. Jennifer hung her head and bit back a not so polite retort before turning to leave with the optimistic belief that the day could not get any worse. That belief was as short-lived as it was foolish. Within seconds the lights above her exploded and the doors sealed.
