But of course ;) This isn't the very start and it's only some of it.
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If Rodney McKay had realised that this was a defining moment in the upcoming three years of his life, he might have taken a moment to pay a little more attention to what the idiotic locals were telling him. Instead he rants, he raves and he generally insults every village elder, every deity they’ve ever known, the kids who’re likely grow up to be village elders and everyone else in between. He even throws in the goat-like creatures they passed on the way into the village, just for good measure.
It’s only when he, Ronon and Teyla are being dropped off at the ‘Gate with a screaming child that Rodney thinks he might have missed something along the way.
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“What do you mean this is Colonel Sheppard?”
“I don’t know how you expect me to be more clear than that, Rodney, so I’ll say it again. Our tests conclude that that wee boy is the Colonel.”
Elizabeth takes a deep breath and lets out a resigned sigh. It’s a credit to just how fucked up their lives in Pegasus are, Rodney thinks, that she’s barely batting an eye at the situation. “Rodney, did they villagers say anything that might indicate how they did this, or even why?”
“Oh, yes, while we were being bound and gagged, they left the instruction manual and the secret diary of their insane plans out for me to look at!”
“Rodney.”
He lets out a huff of irritation. “I don’t know. It’s…possible I might have missed something they were saying, but they were unwashed, uneducated morons, so I’m sorry if I deigned to ignore them after they kidnapped us and locked us in a basement.”
“Can you fix it?” Elizabeth asks, ignoring his ranting and he’s not sure if she’s talking to him or Carson until the Scot answers.
“There’s nothing more I can tell without further scans, but he seems to be a healthy wee boy. I’d say about two or three years old. I’m not really sure there’s anything I could do without knowing what caused this.”
“Do you have any idea what the machine looked like?” Elizabeth asks and Rodney barely manages to bite his tongue.
In fact he doesn’t. “What part of ‘we were dropped off at the ‘gate with it and held at spear point until we left’, was unclear?”
“Rodney,” Elizabeth says and she’s using her serious voice. Rodney rolls his eyes as she turns back to Carson. “Other than his age, there’s nothing wrong with him?”
“Not that I can tell and we’ve run every scan I can think of. He’s maybe a bit undernourished, but I’d guess that’s no different to the rest of his team. He should eat and maybe run off a wee bit of energy. Other than that, it’s nothing a good night’s sleep won’t cure.”
Elizabeth nods. “Okay, I’m going to re-establish contact and see if I can’t negotiate for whatever did this. Until then-”
“Why can’t we just go back with bigger guns?” Ronon asks and, for once, Rodney’s in complete agreement with the man. Shooting the bastards actually sounds therapeutic.
Elizabeth doesn’t seem to agree. “I don’t think that’s the best way to start planetary relations with possible trading partners.”
“Trading partners? Are you insane?”
“Rodney, they have-”
“They turned Sheppard into a kid! A goofy looking kid with crazy hair and big eyes and a desire to do nothing but scream and cry. What could they possibly have for negotiations?”
“Well, I hear it tastes like coffee.”
“Oh, well that’s…I don’t care!” And, okay, so he does, but does Elizabeth actually think he’s that shallow? He shakes his head, feeling more hurt than he might have thought he would, but possibly less than he ought.
There’s a tug on the bottom of his uniform and he turns both ways before he realises it’s coming from below. When he looks down, he tries to keep the look of discomfort and sheer terror from his face. He hates children.
“Um…hello…little boy.”
“John,” the boy says slowly, pointing to himself and treating Rodney like a brain damaged ferret. “What’s you’ name?”
And, oh god, this is Sheppard and he has no idea who Rodney is.
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...hopefully enough to keep you going for now. Although, that said, there's a new ficlet in the 'verse, called Replacement (http://kyizi.livejournal.com/166866.html)
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If Rodney McKay had realised that this was a defining moment in the upcoming three years of his life, he might have taken a moment to pay a little more attention to what the idiotic locals were telling him. Instead he rants, he raves and he generally insults every village elder, every deity they’ve ever known, the kids who’re likely grow up to be village elders and everyone else in between. He even throws in the goat-like creatures they passed on the way into the village, just for good measure.
It’s only when he, Ronon and Teyla are being dropped off at the ‘Gate with a screaming child that Rodney thinks he might have missed something along the way.
* * *
“What do you mean this is Colonel Sheppard?”
“I don’t know how you expect me to be more clear than that, Rodney, so I’ll say it again. Our tests conclude that that wee boy is the Colonel.”
Elizabeth takes a deep breath and lets out a resigned sigh. It’s a credit to just how fucked up their lives in Pegasus are, Rodney thinks, that she’s barely batting an eye at the situation. “Rodney, did they villagers say anything that might indicate how they did this, or even why?”
“Oh, yes, while we were being bound and gagged, they left the instruction manual and the secret diary of their insane plans out for me to look at!”
“Rodney.”
He lets out a huff of irritation. “I don’t know. It’s…possible I might have missed something they were saying, but they were unwashed, uneducated morons, so I’m sorry if I deigned to ignore them after they kidnapped us and locked us in a basement.”
“Can you fix it?” Elizabeth asks, ignoring his ranting and he’s not sure if she’s talking to him or Carson until the Scot answers.
“There’s nothing more I can tell without further scans, but he seems to be a healthy wee boy. I’d say about two or three years old. I’m not really sure there’s anything I could do without knowing what caused this.”
“Do you have any idea what the machine looked like?” Elizabeth asks and Rodney barely manages to bite his tongue.
In fact he doesn’t. “What part of ‘we were dropped off at the ‘gate with it and held at spear point until we left’, was unclear?”
“Rodney,” Elizabeth says and she’s using her serious voice. Rodney rolls his eyes as she turns back to Carson. “Other than his age, there’s nothing wrong with him?”
“Not that I can tell and we’ve run every scan I can think of. He’s maybe a bit undernourished, but I’d guess that’s no different to the rest of his team. He should eat and maybe run off a wee bit of energy. Other than that, it’s nothing a good night’s sleep won’t cure.”
Elizabeth nods. “Okay, I’m going to re-establish contact and see if I can’t negotiate for whatever did this. Until then-”
“Why can’t we just go back with bigger guns?” Ronon asks and, for once, Rodney’s in complete agreement with the man. Shooting the bastards actually sounds therapeutic.
Elizabeth doesn’t seem to agree. “I don’t think that’s the best way to start planetary relations with possible trading partners.”
“Trading partners? Are you insane?”
“Rodney, they have-”
“They turned Sheppard into a kid! A goofy looking kid with crazy hair and big eyes and a desire to do nothing but scream and cry. What could they possibly have for negotiations?”
“Well, I hear it tastes like coffee.”
“Oh, well that’s…I don’t care!” And, okay, so he does, but does Elizabeth actually think he’s that shallow? He shakes his head, feeling more hurt than he might have thought he would, but possibly less than he ought.
There’s a tug on the bottom of his uniform and he turns both ways before he realises it’s coming from below. When he looks down, he tries to keep the look of discomfort and sheer terror from his face. He hates children.
“Um…hello…little boy.”
“John,” the boy says slowly, pointing to himself and treating Rodney like a brain damaged ferret. “What’s you’ name?”
And, oh god, this is Sheppard and he has no idea who Rodney is.
* * *
...hopefully enough to keep you going for now. Although, that said, there's a new ficlet in the 'verse, called Replacement (http://kyizi.livejournal.com/166866.html)