SGA:Daedalus Demands, Part Four | Fanfic
Title: Daedalus Demands, Part 4/?
Author: emperorinsanity
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Rating: PG
Summary: McKay and Cadman attempt to disarm the bomb, as a startling revelation surfaces.
Characters: Rodney McKay, Laura Cadman, John Sheppard, Hermiod, and Colonel Caldwell
Pairings: None
Timeline: Post-“Sunday”
A/N: -
Warning: Un-beta’d
Disclaimer: Don't own.
"Alright, everyone out!" McKay ordered. "Now! You, too, Hermiod."
Cadman helped usher everyone out, then turned back into the room. She figured she could disarm it, being an explosives expert.
McKay took notice of that and followed her back in. "What are you doing?"
"Disarming it," she told him picking it up and placing it on a table. "Close the blast doors."
McKay just glared at her finding her bravery extremely stupid.
"Close the blast doors, now, Rodney," Cadman ordered.
McKay spun and hit the door control console and locked it tight. "There."
"Good, maybe we can contain the blast," Cadman stated.
"I don't think so," he pointed out. "That's a naquadria bomb."
"Then our only option is to disarm it," Cadman told him.
"Okay, get to it!" McKay rushed.
"Eh," Cadman said nervously. "Rodney, we have a problem."
"Hm?" He asked moving closer to the bomb. "And all this time I thought you were an explosives expert. Seems all you're good at is tapdancing, eh?"
"Now is not the time for this," Cadman stated. "I need this Goa'uld translated."
"Why do you need it translated? Can't you just cut a wire and it be disarmed?"
"You've seen way too many movies, Rodney," Cadman told him. "I'll need to know if its some kind of warning."
"Right," he realized and began trying to translate the words.
Sheppard and Caldwell showed up outside the door. "What's going on?" Caldwell asked.
"Seems Cadman and McKay found a bomb," Hermiod said calmly. "They have sealed off the room to keep the blast from affecting the rest of the ship."
"This trip just gets better and better," Sheppard announced.
"You have dealt with a naqadria bomb before, right?" Cadman's question showed her concerns.
"Well, yes, but never anything like this," McKay answered. "It's completely tied into a detonator unlike I've ever seen." He looked over to Cadman. "You can disarm it, right?"
"Did you get my translations?"
"Right here," he said as he pointed at the tablet screen.
"Hm." She rubbed her chin for a moment. "Okay, here goes nothing." She reached down but stopped and looked back at McKay. "Keep your fingers crossed."
"Oh, that's comforting," McKay snarked.
"Sh, let me work, Rodney."
"That really is annoying," McKay stated.
"Now, you see how others feel when you do it," she told him as she opened the top of the bomb. She looked down at the many wires that pervaded the small space. "A little cramped."
"According to navigation, we should be nearing Atlantis," McKay said looking at his watch. "How long will this take?"
"A bit longer, why? Have a hot date with Dr. Brown?"
"No," McKay said shifting his shoulders slightly. "She and I, eh. . . that's none of your business."
"Oh, come on, Rodney," Cadman taunted. "You can kiss and tell."
"There wasn't a whole lot of that going on," he told her. "Could you please concentrate on the bomb? I have a very high interest in staying alive."
"So, do I, which is why I'm trying to make conversation," she mentioned. "It'll keep me occupied while I diffuse this thing."
"Colonel Caldwell," a voice boomed over the radio. "We've just pulled out of hyperspace."
"Good, bring us to a halt," Caldwell ordered.
"Yes, sir," the navigator said playing with the controls. "Sir, nav controls aren't responding."
"What's our current heading?" Caldwell asked.
"Atlantis, sir."
TO BE CONTINUED. . .