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Authors: Jo Graham
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range.”
“Surely by now they are looking,” Teyla said.
***
With a sharp pop and a whiff of smoke the control crystal blew up.
Rodney jumped back swearing.
Wordlessly, Major Lorne handed him the third crystal. “Good thing I brought four of these guys,” he said.
“Yes, it is good,” Rodney said shortly. “Because otherwise we would be screwed more than we’re already screwed, which is to say quite a lot. I’ve been working on this thing for twelve hours, and it’s been more than twenty four hours since I started investigating the DHD. I should have solved all the major problems of physics by now! But no. I’m still working on this gate.”
“Maybe you should take a nap, doc,” Lorne said, scrubbing his hands through his hair. “You’ve been at this more than a day. Some rest would probably fix you right up.”
“Oh and that will be so comfortable,” Rodney said. “It’s about a hundred and ten degrees and the rest of the team is lost and…”
Lorne put his hand on Rodney’s shoulder. “It’s not going to do them any good for you to get heat stroke. Get a couple of hours shuteye in the shade by the cliff over there, drink some water, and then get back to work. Gotta be reasonable here.”
Rodney blinked. His face hurt. He probably had a sunburn, despite the SPF 50 he was wearing. And the world was starting to get a little surreal. Lorne seemed a little wavery in a way that people didn’t usually get when he was just sleep deprived. Maybe he was getting sunstroke. Maybe he was about to pass out.
“Take a nap,” Lorne said. “It’ll work better afterwards.”
“Yeah,” Rodney said. He wasn’t thirsty. That was probably a symptom of something. Of something bad. A thought struck him. “Snakes.”
“Where?” Lorne spun about.
“There might be snakes,” Rodney said patiently. “You never know. There might be some over by the cliff.”
“I’ll look before we sit down,” Lorne said. He was looking at Rodney solicitously. Maybe he thought something was wrong. Maybe he thought Rodney had sunstroke.
“What should I do for sunstroke?” Rodney said, dismayed by the note of rising panic in his own voice. “Do you think I have sunstroke?”
“I think you should sit down in the shade, drink some water, and have a nap,” Lorne said calmly. “You’ve got to fix the DHD, but you’ve been up more than 24 hours and working in the hot sun all morning. Let’s take this one thing at a time.”
“Right.” Rodney let Lorne lead him over and waited while Lorne checked the rocks for snakes. He did feel kind of shaky. He was probably on the verge of sunstroke. That was probably what was wrong. It was more likely sunstroke than the first symptoms of a deadly alien disease.
Lorne sat down on a nearby boulder and took a long drink from his water bottle. “Besides, how much trouble could they be in, right? You said they were going to a tropical island.”
“A lot of trouble,” Rodney said. Lorne had only been in Atlantis a few months. He had no idea what a world of trouble there was. Yet.
Lorne held the water bottle out to him and Rodney drank. Lorne settled back in the shade, looking for all the world like the rocks were the most comfortable thing he’d ever sat on. “So where are you from, doc?”
“Canada,” Rodney said shortly. Some of the rocks might not be as sticky as others. He looked for a place to sit down that seemed less sharp and pointy than the rest.
“I can see that.” Lorne gestured with his chin to the Canadian flag patch on Rodney’s sleeve. “I meant whereabouts in Canada.”
“Vancouver,” Rodney said. Which was about the last place he wanted to talk about.
“You got family?”
“Just my sister,” Rodney replied testily. “We don’t talk much.” Which he hoped would end that entire line of enquiry.
“I’m from San Francisco,” Lorne said, and seemed to take Rodney’s silence for interest. “Yeah, you’re probably thinking what everybody
“Surely by now they are looking,” Teyla said.
***
With a sharp pop and a whiff of smoke the control crystal blew up.
Rodney jumped back swearing.
Wordlessly, Major Lorne handed him the third crystal. “Good thing I brought four of these guys,” he said.
“Yes, it is good,” Rodney said shortly. “Because otherwise we would be screwed more than we’re already screwed, which is to say quite a lot. I’ve been working on this thing for twelve hours, and it’s been more than twenty four hours since I started investigating the DHD. I should have solved all the major problems of physics by now! But no. I’m still working on this gate.”
“Maybe you should take a nap, doc,” Lorne said, scrubbing his hands through his hair. “You’ve been at this more than a day. Some rest would probably fix you right up.”
“Oh and that will be so comfortable,” Rodney said. “It’s about a hundred and ten degrees and the rest of the team is lost and…”
Lorne put his hand on Rodney’s shoulder. “It’s not going to do them any good for you to get heat stroke. Get a couple of hours shuteye in the shade by the cliff over there, drink some water, and then get back to work. Gotta be reasonable here.”
Rodney blinked. His face hurt. He probably had a sunburn, despite the SPF 50 he was wearing. And the world was starting to get a little surreal. Lorne seemed a little wavery in a way that people didn’t usually get when he was just sleep deprived. Maybe he was getting sunstroke. Maybe he was about to pass out.
“Take a nap,” Lorne said. “It’ll work better afterwards.”
“Yeah,” Rodney said. He wasn’t thirsty. That was probably a symptom of something. Of something bad. A thought struck him. “Snakes.”
“Where?” Lorne spun about.
“There might be snakes,” Rodney said patiently. “You never know. There might be some over by the cliff.”
“I’ll look before we sit down,” Lorne said. He was looking at Rodney solicitously. Maybe he thought something was wrong. Maybe he thought Rodney had sunstroke.
“What should I do for sunstroke?” Rodney said, dismayed by the note of rising panic in his own voice. “Do you think I have sunstroke?”
“I think you should sit down in the shade, drink some water, and have a nap,” Lorne said calmly. “You’ve got to fix the DHD, but you’ve been up more than 24 hours and working in the hot sun all morning. Let’s take this one thing at a time.”
“Right.” Rodney let Lorne lead him over and waited while Lorne checked the rocks for snakes. He did feel kind of shaky. He was probably on the verge of sunstroke. That was probably what was wrong. It was more likely sunstroke than the first symptoms of a deadly alien disease.
Lorne sat down on a nearby boulder and took a long drink from his water bottle. “Besides, how much trouble could they be in, right? You said they were going to a tropical island.”
“A lot of trouble,” Rodney said. Lorne had only been in Atlantis a few months. He had no idea what a world of trouble there was. Yet.
Lorne held the water bottle out to him and Rodney drank. Lorne settled back in the shade, looking for all the world like the rocks were the most comfortable thing he’d ever sat on. “So where are you from, doc?”
“Canada,” Rodney said shortly. Some of the rocks might not be as sticky as others. He looked for a place to sit down that seemed less sharp and pointy than the rest.
“I can see that.” Lorne gestured with his chin to the Canadian flag patch on Rodney’s sleeve. “I meant whereabouts in Canada.”
“Vancouver,” Rodney said. Which was about the last place he wanted to talk about.
“You got family?”
“Just my sister,” Rodney replied testily. “We don’t talk much.” Which he hoped would end that entire line of enquiry.
“I’m from San Francisco,” Lorne said, and seemed to take Rodney’s silence for interest. “Yeah, you’re probably thinking what everybody
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