**************************CHAPTER 5
Sheppard
momentarily held his own as Teyla watched over him.
Lorne and
Ronon stood looking out for any sign of the rescue party.
"Can I ask you something?" Ronon pressed.
"Yeah." Lorne replied, meeting his gaze.
"Why did you say `Elizabeth needs you' to him?"
Lorne paused and looked
down thoughtfully before
responding. "Sometimes, when you
need to reach someone, you have to
make it personal. You have to
reach into their being and hold them by
whatever means the most to
them. He hasn't forgotten her. He never
will."
Ronon nodded quietly. "None of us will." He whispered back.
Something was moving toward them. The rounded forms of
McKay and
Carson came into view. Lorne broke into a run to meet
them. "Hey! You
guys ok?"He asked as he caught
up.
Rodney flashed Carson a look of warning. Carson
responded."Yeah,
fine. Sheppard?"
"We have him. He's in bad shape. Fill you in on the way. Come on!"
Ronon
could see them heading back as he knelt down with Teyla.
"You
ok?"
"Yes. I just want us to all get back."
"I am proud of you. Sheppard will be proud of
you. We are almost
there."
Teyla nodded as she saw them return.
The foot falls ended with the thud of a hard
plastic case coming to a
stop by their side. Carson opened it and
got to work. He hovered over
Sheppard, cussing under his breath
the entire time. "What in blazes
happened to him?…He `s a
damn mess!"
Rodney knelt down, hoping for something positive. "Carson?"
Carson flashed him a look that
made his heart hurt. `He's playing it
close Rodney, Really close."
Carson administered something into a
vein on Sheppard's arm. He
rechecked his heart with his stethoscope
for a moment and shook
his head. "We have to go now."
Lorne
closed the hatch to the jumper and leapt into the pilot
seat while
Carson set to work on securing Sheppard to a back board.
Rodney
took up position in the co pilot seat and intently fiddled
with
his data pad.
Lorne activated the HUD."McKay, the Jumper
is damaged…Looks like we
only have half power. We won't be able
to cloak and the weapons are
off line. What happened?"
Rodney
looked like a little boy in trouble. "Long story, but we
were
fired upon by a hive and hit by a plasma burst from the
planet."
"A plasma burst?"
Carson chimed
in as he slipped a needle in Sheppard's good arm for
fresh IV. "He
nearly set the bloody planet of fire! It took out a
hive."
Every
eye was on Rodney. Lorne was stunned. "You took down one of
the
hives?!"
Rodney wasn't in the mood to take
credit."Something like that…And it
was a one shot deal.
There are still two out there, so yet one more
reason to get the
hell out of here... Let me see what I can do." He
turned
around in his seat to access a relay. "Major, will it
take
off?"
"Yeah, but if anything comes after us
we won't last. Can't run and
can't fight. Don't think we can make
it to the gate with two hives in
the area. Can you fix it?"
"I
will try. Look at the long range sensors. Do we have company?"
"Not
yet. We are gonna need some cover if we sit here. What do you
want
to do?"
Rodney was swearing to himself as he rummaged
through the bank of
power crystals within the console.. "Hang
on…" He spun back around
and pulled up a map of the moon.
Everyone was waiting on his word.
Teyla caught a glimpse of
Lorne's bruised and slightly swollen face,
at last visible in the
stark light of the jumper.
"Major? What happened to you?" She asked with confusion.
"Ask Ronon." He said dryly as he activated a few crystals on the dash.
Ronon shrugged.
"That was part of the plan…The part I did not tell
you."
He said calmly.
She nodded, unsettled by the observation.
"Gentlemen, I don't mean to pressure ya, but
we have to get the
Colonel back as soon as possible!"
"I
know that Carson! I am working on it!" Rodney snapped but
felt
immediate regret.
"Major, can you get us to the
far side, right about here? The rock
formations will boost our
shielding while we repair. We can test the
systems on the
way."
"Yeah, no problem."
With a lurch,
the jumper rose up and moved forward. Lorne took it low
over the
small sea, heading back into the night. Rodney looked over
at
Carson with worry etched on his face. "How is he doing?" He
asked
in a softer tone.
Carson sighed as he passed a
portable scanner over him. "He's not
great Rodney. He has not
given up…But he has a lot to contend with…
Looks like he took
a hell of a fall. Bloody amazing he survived."
Carson set
his scanner aside and looked at Rodney. " There are
many
problems, all serious but I am particularly concerned about
his back
and head. Bad blow to the head…Broken bones...Major
blood loss…His
spinal cord is injured. I won't know how bad
until we get him home. I
will try to keep him stable, but even
with the extra supplies we
brought, I am still very limited as to
what I can do for him right
now."
"His spinal cord? You mean like he is…Par…" He asked, fearful.
"Rodney!
" Carson snapped, attempting to cut him off so he wouldn't
panic
the rest of the crew.
Rodney pushed away his distress as he
worked on the relay but
couldn't help but look over at Sheppard.
He summoned his
determination with each glance.
As Ronon
looked on, Teyla moved to Carson's side. "Can I help?"
Carson
finished administering an injection into his IV line. He could
see
she needed to keep busy to distract herself from her worry.
"Yes
love, now that he is secure, I would like to take a closer look
at
his head. While I do that, gently clean his shoulder with this."
He
handed her some gauze pads and a bottle of liquid. "I will
need
you to work your way over the wound. Don't worry, he won't
feel it.
The solution on the cloth will protect the tissues until
we can get
him properly cleaned and sewn up. Just be gentle. Once
you finish, I
will re-bandage it."
She nodded as she
took the supplies from Carson's hands. Teyla
whispered so only
Carson could hear. "He could not feel his legs.
They would
not work. After his fall, he was in the river for some
time I
think. I found him a great distance from the battle site."
Carson
nodded. "That may have been what saved him; being so cold for
so
long. Hypothermia. Kept the swelling down. Was he conscious
for
long?"
"Not at first. I slowly warmed him and
he woke. He was confused and
could only manage short conversations
then he would sleep. He became
ill. His eyes, they were miss
matched."
Carson took a pen light and checked them
again."They still are
slightly. He has a serious
concussion... Seems you did just the
right thing Teyla."
"Will he survive?" She whispered again.
"If we can keep
him stable...I will be damned if I will let him go
without a
fight." Carson whispered back.
Teyla began her task and
gently wiped him down.
Carson rested on his side, pen light in
hand as he examined
Sheppard`s head. A long gash ran across the
back of it. "He's going
to need more than stitches here too."
He sighed as he proceeded to
apply a clean dressing to the area.
Carson looked over Teyla's
work. "Perfect."
The
jumper began to buck; the lights began to flicker. " McKay!
We
are losing power. I can just make it to the repair location.
Hold on
everyone!" Lorne shouted.
In a more graceful
decent than expected, Lorne eased the craft down
and nestled it
among towering cliffs of glittery basaltic stone. Once
stationary,
Lorne checked the sensors. "Ok, we are very alone, but
those
hives are still in orbit. What can I do McKay?"
"Keep
the cloak up and watch for unexpected guests. I will need an
hour.
" He said with a grunt as he wrestled with glowing conduits
up
to his elbows. Lorne looked back at Carson. "Can he hold
that long
doc?"
"Let's hope so." He sighed
with uncertainty.
Lorne looked back to the HUD and watched the
proximity sensors. It
was going to be a long hour.
*******
As
Rodney stretched under the cockpit console, Lorne rested next
to
him, handing off tools as Ronon watched the sensor display.
Morning
was soon to arrive, leaving little time.
Teyla watched Sheppard as
Carson finished re-splinting his broken leg.
She saw his arm
twitch, followed the rise and fall of his throat as
he swallowed
"Carson, he is moving!"
Carson came to his side. "John, can you hear me?"
Sheppard moaned as he
opened his eyes half way. "John? Can you hear
me?"
Carson touched his face.
Sheppard swallowed hard again; the
effort seemed to hurt. He was slow
to make eye contact.
"Da.. Dohhc?"
"Yes, it's Carson. Can you see me?"
"Bl…urry." He whispered weakly.
"Pain?"
"Yeah." He could
only manage a low, graveled whisper at best. It was
hard to hear
him.
"I am going to hold up my finger and I want you to
follow it, Ok?"
Carson asked.
"Yeah."
As
Carson moved, Sheppard fought to follow. His eyes faltered a
few
times . "Good John. You are on your way back to Atlantis.
We are in
the Jumper."
"Te..yyla?"
"She is right here." Carson said softly.
Carson pulled aside
the thick blanket covering his legs. They were
bruised like his
back.
Teyla smiled as she looked into his eyes."Hello
John. You are safe.
We are going home. Your team is here."
Carson
spoke up. "John, I am going to feel your legs and feet. When
you
feel something, raise your finger, any finger."
"Okahy."
Carson
took a pair of forceps and methodically pressed them into his
bare
legs, working down. Sheppard raised his finger sporadically. He
had
some deficit but passed the test.
"Thank god!"
Carson whispered. "Can you feel this?" He moved the
metal
shaft along the soles of his feet. Sheppard's finger
moved
reluctantly with each pass. Carson checked his reflexes.
They were
intact but slow. Carson played with his feet a little
more,
continuing his exam.
"Mmy Ok?"
"You're
doing great. You have some feeling in your legs. That's a
start.
Can you wiggle your toes?"
Sheppard closed his eyes. He
seemed to slip away, scaring Carson.
"John?"
"Look
Carson!" Teyla pointed at his feet. Very slowly, he began
to
move them, although rather uncoordinated.
"That's fantastic! Can you feel them?"
Sheppard winced as Carson
intentionally ran his hands over
them."Burns…little bit.
Hurts."
"That's good. It should improve. What else hurts?"
"Ahl owver. Cold."
`Aye, sorry
about that. We have a few cold packs under you. Teyla,
hand me
that other blanket. Here John, this will help. Lie still and
try
to relax. That's enough energy on your part for now."
He
draped another layer of warmth over him and turned to pick
through
a case containing various vials of liquid. Teyla touched his
arm.
"What happened?"
Carson turned away from Sheppard to answer her.
"Well, don't quote me just yet but I think I
know some of what is
going on. He most likely has a spinal cord
concussion. A shock to it,
much like his head. Happened when he
fell. The function of his spinal
cord has been interrupted but
hopefully, if not too severe, he should
recover. You say he has
not been able to feel or use his legs for the
last two days
maybe?"
"That would be my best guess."Teyla replied.
"And he was cold most of that time?"
"Very cold."
"Then that could explain it. We are starting
to see it come around.
We will need to wait and see."
"Will he walk…?" Her voice was barely audible.
" Might
take him a spell, few days to weeks if he is lucky, but this
is a
good sign." He smiled softly. "Can you watch him for a
moment? I
want to check the Major."
Teyla nodded.
She
saw that Sheppard had been watching her. She sat down next to
him.
He was lucid for the most part but very weak.
"Thanks."He managed.
"I am glad I found you." She said.
"Don't tell." His expression changed slightly.
She thought for a
moment, trying to get his meaning. The look on his
face cued her.
"About keeping you warm?" She whispered.
"Yeah."
She
leaned closer. "There was no other way. You mean, in
the
beginning, when I…"
"Yeah."
"I thought you were unaware."
"Figured it out."
"I hope I didn't upset you."
"No. We're Ok."
She
smiled."Be glad it was not Ronon."She said, hoping to ease
his
concern. She knew he did not want her disrespected.
A
small smile appeared on his face in response to her comment.
"Ronon."
He mumbled, reacting to the joke.
Carson moved back to him and checked his vital signs again.
McKay popped out from the console."He's awake?"
"Yes Rodney. Better than expected at the moment."
Rodney scrambled over. Lorne
followed. Sheppard could see their faces
through his fog.
"Hello
sir. Good to see you. We are doing some quick repairs and then
we
will be on our way."Lorne offered calmly.
Sheppard appreciatively acknowledged him with his eyes.
"Hold on buddy. We have a short drive home." Rodney said warmly.
Sheppard's eyes found their way to McKay. "You
broke…it?" Sheppard
whispered.
"Aw, now that's
not fair! If he only knew what…"Rodney
cried,
crestfallen.
Lorne burst out with a laugh.
"Rodney,
look." Teyla pointed, bringing Rodney's gaze back to
Sheppard's
face; he was smiling.
Realizing Sheppard was playing with him,
Rodney felt his chest
tighten with appreciation at the gesture. "
Yeah! I did and now I
nearly have it fixed. Give me crap later
buddy. I need you to stay
with us. Can you do
that?"
"Yeeahh."Sheppard closed his eyes as he
reached Rodney's hand. Rodney
gripped him back.
"You can do this McK…Kay." Sheppard said as his breath began to fade.
Rodney felt the push of emotion behind his eyes as he
looked down at
his friend. He knew Sheppard was well aware of
their situation.
"Yes I can John." Rodney whispered,
forgetting he was surrounded by
his team mates. Sheppard's eyes
closed a little.
Carson leaned over him. "John?"
"Pain."He mumbled.
"I know, I want you to hang on. Just a little
longer." Carson urged
in a soothing tone. Lorne and McKay
stepped back.
"Ok."
Just then the jumper
shook. Lorne made it to the cockpit. "We
have Wraith! On
foot! Looks like a patrol. Fifteen, wait….No, many
more!"
Rodney
grabbed Lorne by the shoulder."What the hell! I don't
read
anywhere…Where did they come from? Shit! We can't go yet! I
need ten
minutes!"
"McKay!"
"No!
We have to stop them from firing on the Jumper! I don't have
weapons
yet and we still can't fly! I need to finish the sequencing!
Give
me time!"
Lorne gathered himself and moved to the back of
the jumper. "What
about shields? Can you shield the
Jumper?"
"Not yet. I need a few more…"
The
jumper shook again. Lorne opened the weapons locker and grabbed
two
P-90's and a few pistols.
"Ronon! We are going to have to
pick them off. They are still some
distance away. Let's
go."
"Major?"Teyla asked.
"Watch
the door. Use everything you have. They are tougher this time.
Look
for any that might get past us."
"Alright." She armed herself.
The rear hatch opened, allowing the cold air to
push in.
Teyla handed Carson a pistol as she followed Lorne and
Ronon out and
took position just outside. Lorne and Ronon took off
in opposite
directions.
Rodney had thrown himself back
under the dash to complete the
repairs. "Hang on Carson, I am
almost there." He grunted as he
labored on a weapons
conduit.
Carson held his pistol slightly away from his side,
not wanting much
to do with it. His own fears were rising as he
hovered over Sheppard.
"Doc…"
"Yes John?" Fear had now crystallized behind Carson's eyes.
"Wraith?"
"Aye…I think they have it. It will be alright."
"My gun?"
"No John. You are in no shape to get involved."
Sheppard persisted."How many?"
"The major said fifteen or more."
"Too many…At once." He reached out his hand.
"John, I can't…You need to be still."
"Please doc…" His voice strained.
Carson could hear the weapons fire
getting louder and more
frequent. "For god's sake, you're strapped
down! How are
you...?"
"I can do this."Sheppard grunted, showing his frustration.
"Can you see to shoot?" He
reluctantly held his hand in front of
Sheppard's eyes.
Sheppard could only make out a tan shape."Yeah…Quick…In my hand."
"How many fingers?"
He guessed. "Three…" He guessed correctly.
Carson's bad
feeling was growing, prompting him to lean over to a
lock box. He
removed a pistol and clip and put them into Sheppard's
hand.
"This
isn't right, Colonel. You shouldn't be do' in this." He
was
truly fearful for Sheppard. He also knew Sheppard was right.
They
could use all the help they could get.
Sheppard
ignored him."Another." He stared through Carson.
Carson
shook his head. "Can you hold it?"
"Think so."
Carson handed him another gun and clip. With some
effort, Sheppard
loaded them without looking and weakly held them
toward the door. It
was evident that his movements made his pain
worse.
"Carson, get on other side."
"Of the door?"
"Yeah."
Rodney jumped up and
started to calibrate the crystals in the
overhead power console.
He stopped when he saw Sheppard. "Carson! You
can't let him!"
He yelled.
"Keep working McKay." Sheppard managed to
raise his voice out of
sheer determination and adrenaline.
Rodney
knew when Sheppard was dead serious, and this was no
exception. He
knew when to trust him. Despite his objection and
outright fear he
kept to his task with one eye on the door. "Carson,
don't
take your eyes off Sheppard!"
Weapons fire vibrated the
jumper as the Wraith advanced. Carson could
hear Teyla shouting to
Ronon outside.
Ronon had taken position behind a tall spire of
stone just ahead
of the ship. He could see Lorne starting to lose
ground as they
surged forward. He concentrated his fire on
soldiers that carried
ordinances, blowing them up as well as
taking down three or four
soldiers in proximity.
Lorne's
P-90 locked up. He threw it aside and pulled his spare off
his
back as he ran to get to a new position, dodging their stunner
blasts
the entire way. Ronon covered him until he could make the
distance
to a pile of fallen stone.
Lorne turned and dropped the
remaining wave just before they reached
him. Ronon ran to him
through the smoke.""You ok?"
"Yeah."
He said panting, trying to catch his breath, but there was
no
time."Shit! There's more…By the Jumper!" They
sprinted after them as
the surge headed toward Teyla.
Sheppard
felt the ground vibrations getting stronger and motioned
with the
guns in his hand. "Get down Carson."
Carson ducked
just as a blue beam hit the inside of the ship. Rodney
hit the
floor. He reached for his pistol.
Teyla yelled over the
noise."Ronon!" Another blast hit just outside
the door.
Sheppard waited, patiently watching as Carson stayed
low. "Ronon!
Behind you!" She yelled as another volley rocked the
ship.
Sparks flew and shocked Rodney.
"Damn it!" He stood
up against all logic and struggled to finish.
Looking out the
cockpit window he could see four Wraith charging the
jumper.
"Sheppard! They are breaking through!"
They charged
up the gangplank. Carson fired his entire clip and
dropped one
just outside. Rodney's pistol jammed. Two more made it
in only to
be stopped by Sheppard as he expertly worked both weapons
from
memory. They fell just short of his feet. Another round of
fire
sounded from outside as Teyla finished the last one in a
blinding
flash.
Teyla appeared at the door and saw Carson
and Rodney face down. "Are
you alright?!" She
cried.
Rodney rolled over and checked himself and nodded.
Carson crawled
to Sheppard. "Colonel?"
Sheppard
stared at him but was having difficulty speaking. Ronon
appeared
at the door and saw everyone intact. He pulled the felled
Wraith
out of the way and disposed of them outside. Lorne assisted as
Teyla
joined Carson.
"John?" She asked.
He looked at her with a weak smile barely held across his mouth.
"Still here." He murmured.
She touched his unshaven face. "Hold on."
"All safe?" He asked. The color was gone from his eyes.
"Yes."She said. She could see that he
had given all he had as his
gaze released her.
Lorne and
Ronon made their way in. The rear hatch sealed off the
danger
outside. McKay closed the access panels and activated the
ships
power. He checked his well worn data pad.
"Good, we're
ready! Time to get the hell out of here people!" Rodney
called
out. He glanced back at Sheppard.
Sheppard let his hands fall,
releasing his weapons gently into
Teyla's hands. His eyes began to
close.
"John?" Carson felt his pulse. "Come on,
stay with us!" He pulled up
more medication in a syringe and
injected his IV line once again. "I
can't keep do' in this!
Come on John!" A small monitor attached to
him sounded an
alarm. "Christ!" Carson whispered and he drew a
different
medication and pushed it into his line. "Come on lad! Don't
you
dare!"
Sheppard made a small sound as he passed out.
Carson gave a harried
look toward the cockpit. "Rodney! We're
out of time! Now!"
The jumper took off under full power
and headed out.
Carson kept hold of Sheppard's wrist, feeling his
pulse flutter back
into a steady rhythm. The alarm abated."We
ask far too much of this
man." He whispered to
himself.
*************************Chapter 6
Zelenka
stood nervously behind his work station as the incoming
transmission
was received: IDC 9978649302-rmckay19671310. Atlantis
base. Jumper
2 inbound. STAT med team at gate. Mission successful.
Alive but
critical. All accounted for. ETA 14 min.
It took only a moment
for Woolsey to appear in the doorway. "You
haven't seen McKay
have you?"
Zelenka stared at him.
"Would you like to let me in on a few things Radek?" He said with ire.
Zelenka felt panic rise in his throat. He resigned
himself to
confront it. "Mmm, Yes, I suppose I
should."
Woolsey approached the monitor. Zelenka started
to stutter. "They…The…
They found him. Col. Sheppard,
that is. They are requesting a medical
team to be standing by in
the gate room when they arrive in fourteen…
No, thirteen minutes
now."
" What? They…How? They found Sheppard? Is he
alive?"Woolsey asked,
shocked.
"Yes." Zelenka stared at the new commander, bracing for anything.
"Who exactly found him?"
"His team. His… Entire team. Ronon, Tey…"
"Yes, I know who his team consists
of. That would explain the absence
of everyone…"
"Yes. It would."
"Who ordered this?" He asked
tersely. Secretly, we was relieved
someone broke the rules. He
wished it had been him.
"I don't …Really know. "
Zelenka gave his best impression of
innocence.
"I see. Did they do this kind of thing when Dr. Weir was in charge?"
"On
the record? " Zelenka looked over the top of his glasses as if
he
was looking over a bunker wall.
"Yes." Woolsey
pinned him to the spot with his eyes. Zelenka pictured
Elizabeth
and summoned his courage.
"Alright. The truth is…She
would have never allowed the Colonel to be
left behind. Or anyone.
She would have found a way to rescue him."
Woolsey moved
away as if he had been slapped. He put his hand on his
hips in
restrained frustration.
"There is this trust issue that keeps
coming up for me Radek. Is it
because they don't trust me?"
"No. It is not that really."
"Is it because I am the new
guy and they don't know me?" Woolsey
moved back to him and
leaned on Zelenka's work station. Zelenka held
his ground.
"It is not that either."
"Then what exactly is it,
because I need to count on my team and I
need to trust them. If
they go running off against orders in all
directions what am I to
think?"
"The truth?"
"Yes, again,
let's have the truth since this is a new thing lately."
He
said sarcastically.
Zelenka surprised him by leaning in as if
to share a confidence."It
is not that they do not trust you.
Rather it is that they trust each
other. They would do the same
for you as they have done for the
Colonel and him for them.
Sheppard's rule: leave no one behind."
"I broke that rule?" The epiphany washed over Woolsey.
"Yes. If I might say so…"
"And they would do the same for me?"
"Without a doubt. That is what has held this
expedition together.
Trust. The trust in your team mates and the
trust of doing the right
thing."
"And they
thought leaving Sheppard, even though searching might be
too
dangerous, was the wrong thing."
"Yes. Considering we had no actual proof he was unreachable."
Woolsey knew
he was right. He felt the severity of his mistake. He
was angry
that he caved into the demands of the IOA.
"And letting Teyla
and Ronon go to find him wasn't enough?"
"It was not."
"So it is an all or nothing team thing?"
"Yes. The whole team was needed."
"And
what of Dr. Weir being left behind? Didn't Sheppard break his
own
rule?"
"No. He was honoring her order. It was her
sacrifice. She was not
sacrificing anyone else. She took the
responsibility of protecting
the team. Honoring that order has
been perhaps the hardest thing the
Colonel has ever had to
do."
"And Lt. Ford?"
"Ultimately,
he did not wish to be found. The Colonel did everything
he knew
how to do, but you can't save someone who does not want to
be
saved."
Woolsey fell silent for a moment. "Contact
the Infirmary. Tell them
to have a medical team ready to receive
Dr. Beckett and The Colonel."
"Right away."
"Radek." Woolsey looked at him with a more centered expression.
"Yes?"
"Thank
you." Woolsey walked out quickly; the weight of a lesson
learned
on his shoulders.
*******
The
rear hatch of Jumper 2 broke its seal, reuniting Sheppard and
his
team with Atlantis. Within seconds, Ronon and Lorne carried
Sheppard
to the waiting medical team. They carefully placed him,
back board
and all onto a gurney. Carson yelled out commands to
the nurses and
techs as they hurriedly made their way towards the
infirmary.
Woolsey stood watching as if partitioned by a sheet
of glass; he was
separated from the effort before him like an
afterthought. His eyes
fell to Sheppard, bandaged and bruised in
an unconscious state at the
mercy of the moment.
Woolsey
noticed how Sheppard was surrounded by each of his team
members,
protecting him down to the last second before they had to
release
him into the hands of Carson.
Without a word, Ronon, Teyla and
Rodney solemnly disappeared out of
sight, leaving Woolsey feeling
tremendous remorse. Lorne stepped up
to him.
"Sir."
"Ah,
yes, Major. Great work…All of you. "He said with a humbled
tone.
Woolsey was sincere but he knew his words fell short. Lorne
paused,
taking a good look at him.
"Mr. Woolsey, I
will have a full report for you in the morning, if
that will
suffice."
"Yes, that's fine. I appreciate it."
He wanted to connect and say
something meaningful, but the
undertow of his own guilt stole his
language. His eyes seemed to
convey his regret. Lorne responded.
"Sir, we found him
alive, and the doc will do everything in his power
to save him. We
have done our part. Now the stage belongs to Beckett.
Let's hope
Sheppard still has some fight left in him." He said
softly,
showing some empathy.
Woolsey hung his head for a moment then
looked at Lorne. "I am so
sorry that I …That I did not act.
I truly hope he does fight. I had
no idea…"
Lorne
took a step closer, speaking calmly with respect. "If I
may
offer something Sir?"
"Of course."
"Granting
that he pulls through, take some time to get to know him.
He did
that for every one of us, and we haven't forgotten it. I hope
you
would do the same; get to know us. It takes time Sir. "
Woolsey
was shocked and relieved as he nodded. He tried to regain his
orderly
persona. "Major, I…I would like you to momentarily take
over
the Colonel's duties…Until we know..."
Lorne
nodded. "Yes, Sir." Lorne motioned to the Jumper. "I
have to go
park her, then I will be checking in on the Colonel. If
you need
anything, just let me know."
"Thank you Major." He said.
Woolsey stood and watched the jumper
slip into the bay above, leaving
him to stand alone in the quiet
of the gate room. Taking a look
around, he saw that every post was
empty. The gate room crew were
down the hall heading toward the
infirmary. It was in that quiet
moment, that he realized just how
much he had to live up to.
*******
Woolsey walked into chaos.
"Everyone out! Right now!" Carson yelled as
Sheppard began to
convulse. Nurses swarmed the table to assist
Carson as he fought to
bring the moment under control.
Sheppard's
team stood watching in stunned silence as a nurse came up
and
gently backed them away.
"You must go. Please. We will
take care of him." She said quietly as
the noise from the
gurney grew louder along with Carson's orders.
Rodney numbly backed away, right into Woolsey.
"What is happening?" Woolsey asked with evident concern.
Rodney found it difficult
to respond. He kept trying to look past the
fabric screen that had
been pulled in front of him. The nurse put her
hand on Rodney's
shoulder. "Please, you must go."
Rodney could hear
Carson. "Damn it! We go again! One more! Hand me
one more! I
am not letting you go John!"
Through a break in the
screen, he saw Sheppard arch desperately
against the restraints as
his body struggled; each muscle pulled
tight in spasm as if it was
trying to shake off an attack.
It was everything Rodney could
do to not bolt past the nurse. He
caught a glimpse of Carson,
looking at him gravely then quickly
returning his attention to
Sheppard. Carson worked feverously over
him, countering the
impending failure of his damaged body.
The automated alarm on
the life signs monitor punctuated the
frenetic scene as foreign
hands tried to push Rodney out of the room.
He was terrified.
His
fear choked him as the alarm soon fell silent heralding a
significant
change. It wasn't until he heard Carson's voice that he
realized
Sheppard had been snatched back from the edge. "We have
him.
Good. Keep it up lad."
Rodney looked down in
confusion to see Teyla's hand in his. She
gazed at him trying to
reflect a measure of comfort, sharing the fear
that had just
washed through the room. He tried to breathe as
Woolsey vied for
his attention.
"…Rodney, we should let them
have room. They will let us
know. Come on." He said.
Rodney
looked at him, still holding Teyla's hand. "I need to stay.
I
have to." He whispered. He was stuck to the spot, frozen by
his
emotion.
The sounds behind the screen began to quiet
down. Through his panic
induced fog Rodney heard Carson
again.
"All right, looks good. We need to prep him."
Rodney looked back to Carson, who swung around the
screen. Carson
registered the dread on his friends face.
"Rodney,
it is alright for the moment although I think he likes to
scare
the hell out of me. We have his convulsions under control. We
are
going to have to go in and drain off a subdural hematoma…It's
small,
but causing trouble. I should be able to get to it fairly
quickly.
I will keep you updated..."
"Carson, can I stay?"
"It will take a while. You haven't eaten and
you need to. Go get
something and I will have one of the nurses
bring you in when he is
out of surgery."
Rodney just
stared at him. Carson knew he needed to redirect his
intention.
"Teyla, can you?"
She nodded. "Rodney, come on.
I am with you. John will be here.
Carson will take good care of
him. We will come back soon…Come on."
Her voice seemed to
free his feet, as he stepped forward.
"Carson, will he make it? Please…"Rodney pressed.
"Aye, I think so.
We are restoring his blood volume, which is part of
the reason he
is having such a hard time. The surgery will take care
of the
other part. Don't worry. We have him."
Rodney nodded
slowly and turned toward the door with Teyla's help. He
walked
out, forgetting to respond to Woolsey. Woolsey stuttered
at
Carson.
"I...I...Will he..."
"We
will do our best. We always do. I will let you know. I have to
go
back to him now." Carson slipped back around the screen,
leaving
Woolsey to face Ronon. He braced for the worst.
Without
expression, Ronon moved to him. "Come on, let's go. They
have
enough to deal with.' He said, walking away.
Woolsey
blinked in surprise; he had expected anger. A mix of fear
and
gratitude worked through him as he stumbled back into the hall
with
the rest of the control room staff. He realized that this
lesson was
one that would continue to unfold.
Rodney
was there, by his bedside as Carson conducted an exam on
Sheppard.
He rested quietly amidst numerous tubes and wires the
snaked
around the bedframe. Sheppard appeared thin and shadowed.
His
normally handsome face was obscured by various healing
abrasions and
a nasal cannula.
His head remained bandaged
but allowed his dark hair to have its own
say. Rodney sat, staring
at his friend, hoping for something.
Anything.
"Rodney,
it will be a while. He has just been through hell and back.
He
will probably be out for some time."
"It has been a week Carson. Is he ever going to wake up?"
"Yes, he will. It could happen any time. Be patient."
"I'm sorry. I do trust you. Just hate seeing him…Like this."
Carson
pulled back the blanket slowly, revealing his bruised body.
The
color had now changed from purple to yellow and black. He looked
as
if he had crawled out of a chimney. Rodney gasped."God,
Carson!"
"As you can see, he will need some time.
He's not going to be his
pretty self for quite a bit." Carson
said as he gently checked his
reflexes, moving slowly up and down
each leg. Carson was careful to
maintain Sheppard's privacy as he
worked, strategically adjusting the
blanket much to Rodney's
relief.
Rodney watched pensively, taking note of how careful
Carson was being
as he touched his fragile body.
"Thank you Carson. Thank you for agreeing to go with me and find him."
"How
could I not Rodney? He's my friend too. I don't think I have a
better
one, other than you."
Rodney could see the stitching
holding his shoulder together as
Carson began to change the
dressing. The wound was graphic,
testifying to the brutality he
had endured. Rodney had to look away
as Carson finished.
"Do
we know…How he will be? I mean, will he walk and everything?"
He
asked.
"Aye, most likely. He will need a little
re-education but his surgery
went well. We just can't mention his
hair."They both looked at his
bandaged head.
"God, you're right! How much did you…?"Rodney whispered.
"Just
in the back. It will probably grow in before he realizes it."
Carson
said with a hopeful wince.
Rodney rested his head into his
palms. "Any other time and that would
be funny…Damn Carson.
He really almost died this time."
`Yeah, he did. But, I
suspect he would miss being around to give you
grief. I know I
would. That's one reason to stay."
"Hardy har
har…Seriously, If we had waited, just one more day…One
more
hour…If my cell phone had crapped out…"
"I know.
I think he is meant to stay. This place, Atlantis…It has a
hold."
Carson gently felt Sheppard's low back, palpating it with
his
fingers.
Rodney stared at Sheppard as if he was
listening to him.
"I wish Elizabeth was here…for
him."
"Aye. I know. He hasn't really been the same."
"Carson, you know when you asked me about keeping promises…?"
"Yeah...I was wondering ab…" Rodney cut him off.
"Carson! Look!" Rodney pointed at Sheppard's face.
"Hey now, get a look at that…I
think buddy boy is waking." Carson
said, hovering
close.
Sheppard's eyes fluttered open slowly as he drew in a
deep breath.
His first look at home came to him in a thick smear
like wet cotton
gauze. He took his time, waiting for his senses to
emerge from beyond.
"Sheppard?" Rodney asked.
Sheppard stared at him through his disorientation,
trying to
recognize the face.
Rodney moved closer, fearful
at his lack of response. "John?" He
said
quietly.
Sheppard swallowed then licked his lips.
"John, are you with us? Can you hear us?"Carson asked.
Sheppard
waited a few minutes more until he remembered himself and
became
present. His mind cleared as he looked at his friends.
In a
low, gravel weighted whisper that made them lean in; he looked
at
Carson and spoke slowly. "Happy to see me… Or am I naked for
a
reason?"
Rodney jumped back, realizing that not only
had Carson neglected to
cover him up yet but the blanket had lost
its hold and had slipped
away. He was speechless.
Carson
smiled. "He's going to be fine! Just fine Rodney!" He
said
happily as he replaced the blanket over him.
Sheppard
smirked weakly as he looked at Rodney. "You're in trouble
now
buddy." He whispered again.
Rodney flushed with
embarrassment then regained his composure. "Nice
to see you
too." He said matter of fact. A smile broke over his face
in
relief.
******
Sheppard
sat in his room in the late evening light and stared
out onto the
New Lantian horizon. His body was feeling more like his
own now.
He had been lucky. Carson reminded him of that fact with
every
check up. Sheppard knew he was, in more ways than one. It
would be
a few weeks before he could return to full duty. Sheppard
wasn't
sure he wanted to return at all.
Nearly two months had passed
and Sheppard clung to being reclusive in
his recovery. He had
thanked his team for their bravery, but he
couldn't shake the
feeling that something was missing.
He could see the change in
his team since they had returned from the
rescue. He knew they all
were wondering why they were fighting so
hard for something that
could betray them at any moment. He was
concerned by the way they
had been treated but was relieved they had
escaped disciplinary
action. He knew it was Woolsey's way of atoning.
Sheppard was
proud of each team member and felt honestly moved that
they had
`risked' so much for him; he did not feel entirely worthy
however,
but that was part of his nature. He at least knew he could
trust
his team despite everything they had been through. It was the
only
thing he felt secure with. His command was another thing
entirely.
He felt completely alone.
He wondered if the IOA was right.
Maybe they should pack up and go
home. The Wraith seemed to be
constantly changing tactics now that
they were under pressure. He
wondered if they could ever be outplayed.
Rumors were flying
that he was considering returning to earth
permanently after being
hung out to dry by the IOA. The fiction
wasn't far from the fact
he was feeling. Sheppard was trying to make
a decision.
Although
the rescue had been successful, the fate of the expedition
was
still in question. It would take some time for things to return
to
normal and a lot of negotiating on Woolsey's part with the IOA to
set
things right. Sheppard considered that enough aggravation
for
miss-judging his team.
He had somewhat understood
Woolsey's decision to leave him, thinking
him dead, but he found
it harder to reconcile the way the IOA had
pressured the military
into writing him off so soon. He knew he would
forever feel the
black mark in his service record. He was trying to
remember what
he was fighting for and desperately wanted some sort of
clarity to
come to him.
A soft knock came from the door. Barefoot and
nearly ready to
turn in, Sheppard moved carefully off the bed and
opened it. Zelenka
stood before him, computer in hand. He was
surprised to see him at
such a late hour.
"Ah, forgive me Colonel for disturbing you…Do you have a minute?"
"Yeah,
no problem Radek, come in." He watched the disheveled,
somewhat
short scientist amble in. He appeared nervous.
"Everything Ok?" Sheppard asked.
Zelenka looked around the low lit
room. "Yes. You seem as if you were
sleeping. Did I wake
you?" He asked, concerned he was out of bounds.
"No, not yet. It's Ok. What can I do for you?"
Zelenka quietly
answered. "First things first. This is from Major
Lorne."
He handed him a metal canister the size of a soda
can. "Popcorn.
He won it playing poker. Thought you might like it."
Sheppard
smiled wide."Hey, thanks! It has been a long time."
Sheppard
saw that Zelenka had something on his mind. "You
Ok?"
"Yes, forgive me, I came to… We haven't had a
chance to talk really,
with all the dust settling… I realized
that I did not...Well, I just
wanted to thank you, for what you
did for me. I would not be here
most likely if you had not taken
such a chance. I am grateful Colonel
Sheppard. Just wanted to let
you know."
Sheppard stood slightly off balance as he
thought of what to say. He
felt humbled.
"I'm grateful
too…Glad it all worked out. You kinda did the same for
me ya
know. It didn't escape me that you were the reason for
everything
working out. Holding off Woolsey and coordinating
everything.
Might have made McKay a bit jealous."He said with his
trademark
crooked grin.
Zelenka pushed his glasses up on his nose. "I
had help but I am glad
someone noticed." He smirked.
"I
did. Rodney may be the pro gambler, but you were the ace in
the
hole."
"Or the fool in the castle." He mumbled as he rolled his eyes.
"Yeah. No one would suspect."Sheppard replied with a raised eyebrow.
The two
men shared a smile then Zelenka remembered his other purpose
for
visiting.
"Also, I brought you this." He held out a sleek black computer to him.
"A new laptop? How did you know? Does it get ESPN?" Sheppard joked.
"Yes,
well…Not really. It is actually my personal laptop. It
has
something on it you might like to see. I didn't want to make a
copy…
Not yet, unless you want one. It is rather case sensitive.
Anyway, I
thought I might leave it with you for a bit. You can
return it to me
in the morning."
"Case sensitive?"
"Yes. I wasn't sure at first if I should
show you, but with
everything that has happened…I know it has
affected you. I think it
would serve you now to see it."
Sheppard
was perplexed. He ran his hand through his hair. "Alright…
Are
you sure? I can look at it with you."
Zelenka softened
his voice."I think it best that you view it
privately."
"Ok, what exactly is it?"
"It was to be… The last card
to be played by the `fool' if things
went wrong with your
rescue."
Sheppard was intrigued but felt Zelenka's
seriousness as he met his
eyes. "Does Woolsey know about
this?"He asked.
"No. That I will leave up to you."
"Ok…I'll check it out. Thanks Radek, I will
get it back to you in the
morning."
"That would
be fine Colonel. Goodnight." Zelenka turned and
walked
out.
"Goodnight." Sheppard mumbled as the
door closed.
Sheppard scratched his head as he looked at the thin
laptop in his
hand. Somehow it felt heavier than it appeared.
He
sat back on the bed and opened it. A small window appeared
prompting
a password. Sheppard paused, wondering what it might be
until his
hand felt a small slip of paper taped to the bottom. He
peeled it
off and peeked at it:
RZ=RM.
He grinned as he entered
it into the box.
A video popped up. It was Rodney. The time stamp
in the corner of the
video indicated it was made just a couple of
days after he had been
missing.
"This is Dr. Rodney
McKay. The purpose of this message is to
explain the actions of
Lt. Colonel John Sheppard's team in relation
to disobeying orders
by embarking on a rescue mission.
The decision to directly
disobey orders was solely my responsibility
and in no way, should
any other team members be held accountable. I
gave the directive
and I accept full responsibility and consequence
for this
decision.
The purpose of the directive was intended to verify
the whereabouts
of Lt. Col. John Sheppard and bring him home, dead
or alive. Our
first choice was alive. There was no evidence to
suggest otherwise,
and despite the order from the IOA to abandon
him out of speculation,
I believed that the only true course of
action was to confirm the
facts.
Each team member acted in
good faith under my direction out of
respect for their commander,
John Sheppard, and out of loyalty to the
expedition as a whole.
The order was given for Atlantis. At no time
was Atlantis in
danger and each member understood the risks.
John Sheppard has
served the Atlantis expedition in an exemplary
manner for its
entire span consistently proving his loyalty, courage,
tenacity,
ingenuity and outright exceptional leadership every step of
the
way.
He has sheltered each of us from the worst that this
hostile realm
has offered while inspiring respect and fellowship
on every level. He
has stared down impossible odds time and time
again, making
profoundly difficult decisions when no one else
could.
Without him, this expedition would have failed long
ago. Every team
member understands this and owes him a debt of
gratitude for every
time he has saved their lives and this city so
we may cling to the
chance of advancing our humanity though
understanding the technology
that the Ancients left behind.
He
has served without profit or prestige. He has served with
great
humility and self sacrifice, willingly for the greater good.
The fate
of the expedition and the lives of its members have
rested squarely
upon his shoulders and he has carried it in such a
manner that has
brought honor to us all.
To lose a man of
this character would be a devastating blow. To
outright abandon
him for the sake of politics would be criminal. That
was something
that I could not let stand.
If you are viewing this, it
probably means we failed in our mission
and we failed him. I felt
it critical that you understand that he did
not fail us. Don't
fail him now. Honor his surviving team and his
memory. Realize
what he contributed, what we have lost and what we
all have to
live up to. He was a hero to us all."
Sheppard held his
hands to his mouth in shock. " McKay?" He
whispered
through his fingers. He felt overwhelmed and sobered. He
was
having trouble accepting that Rodney thought so highly… of
him.
Rodney looked down for a moment then resumed.
"I
leave you with a message from Dr. Elizabeth Weir. It was
taped
shortly before her disappearance…At the end of her third year
as
expedition leader of Atlantis.
There is no one better
qualified to speak on his behalf, as she knew
him best. It was her
wish that in the event of the Colonel's death,
it be played for
all who have come to care for him. I count myself
among the many
that do."
The video skipped as the next clip came on. It
was her, looking back
at him.
John's heart stopped in his
chest. He was stunned to see her,
sitting in her old office,
looking vibrant and real in a crisp red
shirt. The kindness in her
eyes bound him to the picture. He found
himself reaching to touch
the screen.
"This is Elizabeth Weir. I would like to
take the time to say a
few words about Lt. Colonel John
Sheppard.
If you are viewing this, it means that John has left us.
This will
be a loss that for many of us will never heal.
I
have had the privilege of getting to know a rare and
extraordinary
man. I have come to understand the generous and
noble character of
this man by working side by side with him for
the last few years.
At first glance, you see a rough edged
military man who accepts his
duty for duty's sake. At first
glance, he is like any other military
man, bound to his assignment
and rank, holding down his allotted
corner of command. At first
glance.
Then you take a step closer and you notice the rough
edges. They are
not just about field experience, but hint at a
depth of character. A
character born from determination,
perseverance and loss.
Once you stand next to him, you come to
discover the flaws within the
man. The self doubt, the impulse to
jump before looking, the
reluctance to take credit where credit is
due or to reveal himself to
anyone for fear of being
discovered.
And if you look deep into his eyes you will truly
see him. You will
see the profound sacrifice, the compassion, the
honor and the
integrity. You will see the unconditional commitment
to doing the
right and true thing. You will see his un- ending
oath to friendship.
You will see his valor and his fear of failing
those who were
counting on him.
I have had the opportunity,
to see this man in all of his scope; his
best moments and his
worst and I have to say that I am better for it.
John Sheppard
never thought of himself before others. He never cut in
line or
short changed someone to advance or further himself. His
sense of
duty to protect ruled him and continually challenged him
beyond
his own perceived limits.
He moved through the world with an
honesty and ease that inspired
hope and trust. He was only
interested in the greater good and in
maintaining fairness and
safety for all he was sworn to serve. He saw
the possibilities and
he made them happen.
He was the guardian of Atlantis. He was
the heart of Atlantis. He was
my most trusted friend and ally. He
was my inspiration.
He was an extraordinary man who raised us
up so we could see the best
in our selves. He gave us everything
he had and more. He never gave
up.
He was Lt. Col. John
Sheppard.
He will be missed more deeply than words can
express."
The video screen went black.
Sheppard
sat perfectly still as the tears stung the corners of
his eyes. He
had been holding his breath. With a seemingly
disembodied hand, he
awkwardly wiped his face and eased himself down
onto the bed.
His
first want was to run to her office and find her there. She
would
stay up late, tending to every one's needs but her own. They
were so
much alike; forgetting themselves for others. He
remembered how he
counted on her being there. He remembered how
protective he was of
her.
When he couldn't sleep, which had
been often, he would dress and join
her; under the guise of
working. He would drink up the comfort of
someone else who
understood. She understood him. She would feign
irritation
sometimes at being disturbed, but he knew she welcomed the
connection
too.
That was the last time he didn't feel alone. It was hard
to admit.
There were many thing about her that were hard to
admit.
His thoughts shifted to his team. He felt gratitude. Each
one was
true family. Something he had gone without most of his
life. He
smiled at the thought of McKay. He was as unlikely a
friend as any;
his best friend, but Sheppard knew now just how
much of one he had
truly been.
He thought of Teyla. She had
begun to resemble that sense of comfort
he missed. He wondered if
it was something between leaders or
something else. He wondered if
he just wanted to see Elizabeth again
through her.
The
video crackled back onto the screen, startling him. He
caught his
breath and sat back up. Elizabeth appeared again, speaking
to
someone off screen, caught in a lost moment of candid
conversation.
He felt like he was intruding; seeing something he
wasn't meant to
see. He froze.
"Rodney, thank you. I am glad I did this, just in case."
"He is one lucky bastard
Elizabeth. He will probably outlive us all.
Feel better now you
got that out of your system?
"Yeah. But what if he…I can't bring myself to…"
"Don't Elizabeth. Look, I
know there have been a lot of close calls
and I know you want to
be prepared for anything, but don't go there.
He is fine. He will
be at the briefing soon, hair sticking up and
everything, full of
trouble…And I am sure he will give me some kind
of
crap."
Elizabeth smiled then looked down pensively for a
moment.
"Rodney, there is something else."
"What?"
"This
might sound silly, but…Promise me, that if anything did happen
to
me, you would look after John? It would mean so much."
"Of
course Elizabeth. You know I would, but nothing is going to
happen
so stop talking like that. You are both still here. Everything
is
fine."
"Ok…I know. Look, Rodney, could you leave
me be, just for a few
minutes?"
"Yeah, sure. Are you alright?"
"Yes, I just want to have a moment.
That was a lot…These videos are
always hard. I will meet you at
the briefing."
"You are really Ok?"
"Yes."
"You're sure?"
"Rodney!" She let a little laugh slip out.
"Ok, Ok… See you there."
Foot falls
could be heard as Rodney walked away. Elizabeth
pursed her lips
and folded her hands to her face as if she was
gathering her
strength. A moment passed. She then moved a lock of her
hair
behind her ear and sat up strait in her chair. She looked into
the
camera and took a deep breath before speaking. Her eyes softened
as
soon as she said his name.
"Hello John. I wanted to
take the time to share a few things
with you, on the off chance…
If for some reason, something were to
happen to me… I need to
say some things felt but unspoken… I hope you
will
understand.
I want to let you know, that I it has been an
honor and a privilege
to have worked with you and to have shared
in such an amazing
adventure with you by my side. I would never
have suspected that the
rogue air force pilot I met in a frozen
outpost and outright
kidnapped would have turned out to be one of
the best things to have
happened to me."
She smiled.
"You took an incredible leap of faith and have
been rock solid in
your devotion to our cause. You have been
endlessly supportive of our
efforts no matter how bad things
became. Despite your fears, and yes,
I know you have had a few…You
have never let us down and you have
never stopped fighting for
what is right.
You kept the faith when I faltered. You kept me
sane when things made
no sense. You reminded me how strong I was
in my darkest hour and you
kept me honest. I never felt
alone."
She paused, and breathed deeply as she
momentarily averted her eyes.
"I can't tell you
everything…Maybe I am not ready yet… I hope that I
get the
chance one day to tell you face to face, but you should know…
You
have been my dearest friend. You are so much more.
When you
think of me, remember all we have accomplished, all we
have
discovered and all we have saved. Remember the chances we
took and
the laughter we shared. Remember our bond that we forged
together out
of life, death and everything in between.
I
trust you to care for Atlantis as you would care for me. She
needs
you as much as I have. Watch over her."
Elizabeth
swallowed, holding tight to her composure as she moved
deeper
within herself.
"The thing that I need to say the most is
perhaps the hardest. I know
you to be reserved when things get
personal, so I will be succinct.
Of all the people in my life
in this moment, you matter to me, most
of all John. On some level,
I think you know that. You are loved. I
hope you know that too.
You will always be loved John. Don't give up.
Don't ever John. I
will always be with you."
Elizabeth wiped a tear from the
corner of her eye and smiled. After
pausing for a few seconds, she
picked up a remote and stopped the
camera.
The video
ended, leaving an eerie stillness to his room. He
could hear the
fan in the laptop working to cool its self as the wind
outside
buffeted the windows, now black with the night.
Unfamiliar
tears streaked his own face. He wiped them quickly, as if
someone
would catch him. Silently and deliberate, he closed the lid
of the
computer and set it on his night table with an unsteady hand.
He
stared out into the darkened room, focusing on nothing in
particular
for a while; her voice echoed into him, reaching every
hidden
corner.
Eventually, Sheppard stood up slowly from the bed and
began to
dress. He tried to push away the emotion welling up but
it made
itself known as he attempted to button his shirt. He
fumbled with
each one.
He felt a flash of anger toward
Rodney, wondering why he never shared
the video with him after she
was declared deceased. As he replayed
the video in his head trying
to reconstruct the events, he then
realized that Rodney never knew
she had recorded the last clip. His
heart ached more than he
wanted to allow.
Pulling on a flight jacket, he moved to the
door and paused. He
looked back at the laptop with a wash of deep
sadness and warm
consolation that exposed him like only she
could.
He knew that she had probably never intended to tell
him outright how
she felt and making that video had scared the
hell out of her. He
knew that she was as private as he was and the
only reason she had
followed through was because it was true. He
found himself
desperately wishing that time had allowed everything
to be said.
He bit his lip with regret and a strange sense of
strength as he
rested his forehead against the door frame. "The
fool is the wisest
one of all." He said softly.
Revealed
to himself, he walked out of his room. Knowing he would not
sleep,
he decided to wander out onto the east pier and watch the twin
moons
rise over the city.
A
warm yellow morning light caught Zelenka in its beam as he
wandered
into the science lab with a hot cup of coffee and a
chocolate
éclair. As he approached his work station, he heard a
strange
sound.
Zelenka stopped abruptly and hid the pastry behind his
back out of
reflex. Rodney was in front of him, passed out and
snoring over his
computer. He had been there all night.
Zelenka
sighed with relief and tip toed around him to sit down. As
he
hastily ate his éclair, he noticed his laptop had been returned.
A
small note was taped to the top. He licked his sugary fingers
and
removed it. It read:
RZ+RM=JS:)
He laughed out loud, causing Rodney to pop up in a daze.
"Wha? Time for
the briefing?" He blurted, hair on end and a keyboard
imprint
on his face.
"No, the briefing is in an hour. Still time for breakfast McKay."
"Oh, thank God!"He
grumbled as he stood up. Through bleary eyes he
saw Zelenka
consume the last bite of his sugary treat.
"Are there any more?" Rodney asked in a hopeful child-like voice.
"Just a few…FYI…Sheppard was headed that way. Better hurry."
"Aw
crap!" He moaned. Rumpled and stiff, he tried to hurry out of
the
room.
Zelenka took a sip of his coffee as his attention
returned to the
note. He noticed it had writing on the back. He
flipped it over.
`I`m staying. Make me a copy. All of it. Thanks.'
Zelenka smiled with relief once again. "A fool's
work is never done."
He whispered.
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