AN) I've been really bored lately…so here's chapter seven. …If anyone remembers that is…Please tell me you remember!
Disclaimer: SGA not mine.
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The forlorn scientist watched quietly as the rest of the personnel from the corridor fled the scene. Well, stumbled from the scene, in the case of that goo covered soldier. He would have to remember to get that lieutenant's name after all this was cleaned, and make sure he avoided him… for a very long time.
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Deep in the underbelly of Atlantis, the creature delicately removed his oxygen mask,
And sputtered…
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"Why are you out of that corridor McKay?"
Rodney picked an apple from one of the commissary's bins, "Because it is clean now. Why else would I be here?"
Ford walked up and slapped McKay on the back, "Hey I heard what happened McKay, tou- Oh man you stink! "
"Why thank you Ford I hadn't noticed that. I would have gone straight for the shower except I needed a snack after all that work I just did thank you very much…the Tel'Nash ate everything in my quarters."
Ford pulled his shirt up to his nose, "I'll see you later."
"Yeah, I think I'll go catch up with Ford." Sheppard turned on his heel on ran to catch up.
Rodney, left to his snacking, began to wonder just how long it would take Kavanaugh to realize a fourth of the Tel'Nash waste happened to have been diverted towards his lab on the outskirts of the city. The vents and the infirmary were spotless; the city's system had been instrumental in clearing the vents, it had just taken someone to tell it where to go. Of course, when the shafts leading to the ocean below had jammed, what was the scientist to do? Divert it to the next closest thing of course! The first good thing all day.
Rodney sat, causing the vapors of the day to poof into the air. Just where was that Tel'Nash anyways?
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The Tel'Nash, startled by the yelling in the infirmary had run for its life. He had no qualms with Rodney yelling, but the one with the scruffy face looked serious. The scruffy one had been guarding the door, and the vent he had fallen through wasn't an option, so he had skittered under the closest bed and pulled away the grate and took off. He'd been running for a few minutes now, when he finally slowed down. It was cold down here. He could here the echo of strange laughter…
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Deep in the bowels of the city, the figure we have come know that's shrouded in darkness, deemed it safe to remove its oxygen mask. Maniacal laughter uttered forth…and then stopped! What was this? A stranger?