Title: Losers on Atlantis: Transferring

Author: Lady Starhawk

Pairing: None (Jensen/Atlantis if you squint)

Rating: T (Language mostly)

Notes: I have several random little pieces of fic that I intended to turn into a story, but it hasn't happened yet. Figured I would just post them as a collection and not worry about connecting them together. Enjoy!

Further Note: I haven't had these beta'd, so I apologize for any mistakes. Nothing recognizable is mine :p.

"We've got incoming Colonel" Jensen said holding the lifesigns detector out in front of him.

"Any idea who it is?" Roque stepped closer to the door of the room they were currently in. He pulled one of the knives he had on him and waited in ambush position in the shadows. Their set of rooms was at the very end of the hall farthest away from everybody else. The rest of the base was afraid of them, so Shepard had placed them in their own area.

"Negative. It's human, but I haven't had time to calibrate them any more sensitive than that."

Clay nodded and motioned with his head for Pooch and Cougar to cover the Hacker's exit. "Go."

Jensen nodded and slid through the door of the closet. Pooch moved a table and chair in front of it, and Cougar pulled out cards and set one of his guns on it. For all the world it looked like the two men had been playing cards for a while now.

Clay pulled up the magazine he was reading and relaxed on the couch waiting for the figure to enter.

A few seconds later a man came bursting through the door, "Where is he?" The man hollered. Roque waited for the man to walk all the way past the threshold before he closed the door and stood in front of it.

"Dr. McKay." Clay closed the magazine and leaned forward, "To what do we owe this lovely visit to the military's neck of the woods?"

"Where is he? I know he's hiding here somewhere. I demand that your Corporal Jensen come with me immediately."

"And why would he do that doc?" Roque started cleaning under his nails with the knife, in an attempt to intimidate the man.

"Because I have requested he be transferred to my team. He's a scientist. If he insists on hacking the systems and upgrading the equipment he needs to be a member of the science team, and therefore mine."

Clay shook his head and stood, "I'm sorry Dr. McKay, but Corporal Jensen is on temporary loan from the US Army. We're technically not part of your expedition, and not part of your teams." Clay clapped Rodney on the shoulder. "I'm not sure if your Lt. Colonel explained things to you, or not, but technically I outrank him. See mine's a full bird, his isn't. If I wanted to, I could take his job. Then he, and all the other military guys, would answer to me."

Rodney visibly paled at that.

"But, since my team and I are just here to help out, I didn't think it necessary to disrupt the order of the city at this time." Clay leaned closer to Rodney and lowered his voice, "Don't make me regret that decision Doctor."

Rodney pulled away from Clay and steeled himself. "Keep your boy out of my stuff and we won't have an issue."

"Perhaps if you tried working with him instead of trying to change him, he would help you fix the errors he has found in your code for interacting with the city." Cougar drew a card and added it to his hand.

"I'll have you know, I programmed most of that myself."

"Because everyone knows that theoretical physicists make the best programmers." Pooch had laughter in his eyes as he turned back to Cougar, "You got any threes?"

"Go fish."

Rodney's face turned beet red, but he said nothing more, just turned and almost ran right into Roque. He tried to shove the bigger man out of the way, but he wouldn't budge.

"Roque" Clay said, and Roque laughed, moved aside, and opened the door to allow the, now fuming, scientist back out into the hall.

Rodney took a deep breath and squared his shoulders. "This isn't over Colonel Clay. I have a request in to Command, as well as Elizabeth and Colonel Shepard."

"Lieutenant Colonel Shepard, you mean." Clay sat back down with his magazine. "Make all the requests you wish, you're not getting any of my men."

The door shut at that point and the Losers all relaxed. Pooch moved the table and Jensen came out smiling, "You like me. You really like me."

They all rolled their eyes and went back to what they were doing before Rodney McKay burst into their HQ.

"Jensen?" Clay said as Jensen sat back down with his laptop open. He waited until he had the hacker's full attention, "Please stop aggravating the head of the science department. It's his city and we're guests. Please act accordingly."

"But colonel, my momma always taught me to leave a place better than when I arrived."

"That may be true, but stay out of Rodney's code. At least until we get established here and I know Dr. Weir won't grant his request."

"You wouldn't let that happen, would you?" Jensen shuddered, "the very idea of having to work for that blowhard turns my insides green."

"Don't tempt me Jensen." Clay gave Jensen a devious grin, and went back to his book.

Jensen pouted for a bit, until he found something shiny and interesting in the database, forgetting all about the previous conversation.