Hey guys, I'm back. Sorry this took so long, I just haven't felt like writing lately, not to mention I had to think up some ideas which have been bugging me. Here's the chapter.
Opps wait… right…Disclaimer: don't own anything, don't sue , it would cost more than you would get.
Major Sheppard was tired. He hadn't slept a minute during the night in fear McKay would wake up confused again. He couldn't imagine what she had felt when she had woken up. When the explosion had happened in the lab, it had released a chemical into the air. The city sealed all the doors to the lab and Sheppard and his team had to cut though the doors to get them out. 2 hours. 2 hours McKay had held a dieing Radek in her arms. They had gone as quickly as they could but it was too long. He died from his injuries before they could get to him. McKay hadn't spoken a word for the whole week she had been in the infirmary recovering from her own injuries and her reaction to the chemical. When she finally got out she buried herself into her work. Kept saying she had to do twice the amount now with Radek not doing his share. Hammond had her speak to Heightmeyer. It only took a week for them to clear her for active duty but she had never really spoken about anything that had happen during that time. She had just carried on working, acting like nothing had happen. Sheppard had felt it was too soon to bring her back but he couldn't find any proof she shouldn't be back on active duty. So he played along. Acting like nothing had happen. Her first mission back and this happened. Prefect timing. At first he was worried she wouldn't be able to handle this so soon but he knew, deep down, that she would cope, she would survive, and she would get them home.
Author notes: Just a little piece to keep everyone happy while I get my head sorted. I'm never going to complain to another writer about how long something takes ever again. You know the worst part… come closer…little bit more…I've forgotten what Weir was going to ask… don't panic it will come back soon…I hope…if not…don't worry, got a plan. I really need to stop writing at night when I'm high on chocolate and coffee. Night all.