Atlantis: I is For Intelligence 1/1
SUMMARY: A new recruit gets more than he bargains for.
John walked into the labs to find Rodney in full "berate-the-underling" mode.
Nothing unusual, there.
This particular underling, however, was in a Daedalus uniform.
That was unusual enough that John clued in to what Rodney was saying.
"--on Atlantis! And if that is the way you are going to see people here then you can just tap that radio and get back on the Daedalus and go back to Earth! How dare you come into my home and do that!"
John stepped up. "What did he do?"
Rodney spun to him. "This--- This Neanderthal comes here and disparages the intelligence of half our team!"
John's eyes narrowed. "Xenophobe?"
"Metaphobe!"
Slowly nodding, John tapped his earwig. "Sheppard to Caldwell."
"Caldwell here."
"One of our newbies from your ship has made some disparaging remarks about the intelligence of meta-humans in the hearing of my Head of Science."
Caldwell sighed. "Has McKay harmed him?"
"Just with his tongue."
"....I see. Is he the one with the two of you?"
"He is. Give us twenty seconds, then get him out of here."
"Understood. Caldwell out."
The underling shook his head. "I don't get it."
"You will. Restrain him, Rodney."
The underling gasped, flinching as Rodney's hand shoved forward, wrist pulsing with energy.
When he was beamed up to the Daedalus exactly ten seconds later, he was sporting a loose pair of crystal handcuffs and a thoroughly shell-shocked expression.
END
John walked into the labs to find Rodney in full "berate-the-underling" mode.
Nothing unusual, there.
This particular underling, however, was in a Daedalus uniform.
That was unusual enough that John clued in to what Rodney was saying.
"--on Atlantis! And if that is the way you are going to see people here then you can just tap that radio and get back on the Daedalus and go back to Earth! How dare you come into my home and do that!"
John stepped up. "What did he do?"
Rodney spun to him. "This--- This Neanderthal comes here and disparages the intelligence of half our team!"
John's eyes narrowed. "Xenophobe?"
"Metaphobe!"
Slowly nodding, John tapped his earwig. "Sheppard to Caldwell."
"Caldwell here."
"One of our newbies from your ship has made some disparaging remarks about the intelligence of meta-humans in the hearing of my Head of Science."
Caldwell sighed. "Has McKay harmed him?"
"Just with his tongue."
"....I see. Is he the one with the two of you?"
"He is. Give us twenty seconds, then get him out of here."
"Understood. Caldwell out."
The underling shook his head. "I don't get it."
"You will. Restrain him, Rodney."
The underling gasped, flinching as Rodney's hand shoved forward, wrist pulsing with energy.
When he was beamed up to the Daedalus exactly ten seconds later, he was sporting a loose pair of crystal handcuffs and a thoroughly shell-shocked expression.
END