For Future Drunken Story Telling
OOC: Heheee. Heeeeheheeeee .... hee! I'm bored. So ... I shall continue these stories, which I shamefully abandoned almost a year ago, now. Also? I just read the other three parts of this that I wrote, and I cannot believe how I wrote "C17" and "C16" in the same part ... grr, stupid.
Oh! Elise is CW's. Tell is Jess'. Um ... Kaylee is Inge's.
Sometimes, in bad situations, it is necessary to just laugh it off. Otherwise, your head might explode from all the stress, or your teeth might fall out from all the grinding they went through while you were stressed. These might be extreme examples, but the point is that it simply isn't healthy to be stressed.
"Now, come on, open wide ..."
"You're going to need a smaller paddle pop stick, doc," advised Adam, knowingly - and all had to strain their ears to hear him.
Five little figures were perched on Doctor Beckett's examining table. Behind Doctor Beckett, quite a few normal sized figures were watching on in quiet amusement. Okay, 'quiet amusement' might not be the best way to describe it. Let's just say they were mightily amused.
"You might crush him if you're not careful," said a very amused Eleanor Jackson, who didn't notice the cringing coming from the minature people.
"What could possibly be in my mouth that would explain all of this, anyway?" said Tim, through gritted teeth.
Carson ignored all of these comments, but put down his tools anyway.
"Look," he said. "When the scientists come back from the labs, they'll hopefully have more information on that thing, whatever it was. In the meantime, I'm trying to figure out any changes in you, your bodies."
"All due respect and all," said Darwin. "But would it be incredibly wise to put us through tests and things like you would a normal sized person? 'Cuz I don't know ... we could somehow burn or something if you tried it."
"Thanks for the vote of confidence ..." muttered Bessie.
"That's what we're trying to figure out," sighed Carson. "If anything has changed, like that."
"Well, we're a lot lighter," smiled Adam brightly.
Kaylee giggled at this. Chris was watching on, his elbow resting on Ellie's shoulder, but Ellie was a tall girl, and so it didn't quite have the effect that, perhaps, it should have. Tim looked up at the group before them.
"What're you all doing here, anyway?" he grunted. "Shouldn't you be busy with some important other things?"
There was a short pause, before finally Chris shrugged his shoulders, and said,
"You guys're the size of my little fingernail. Of course we're going to watch the freak show!"
Then everyone looked at Tim, who scowled.
"Surely you have patients to attend to?" he grumbled, at Chris. "Everyone here has some sort of homesickness problem going on."
"But ..." began Chris. "You guys would definately be a little bit more screwed up than them," he waved his hand dismissively. "So," he put on a very soft voice, and bent down in front of them. "How does being this small make you feel? Does it looking up at everyone else mirror in any way some feeling you might have inside yourselves about insecurity?"
There was a large smirk on his face. Adam didn't hesitate before he burst out laughing (which sounded a lot like a pixie might if it existed and started laughing, or a chipmunk). Nor did Ellie or Kaylee, from behind.
"Shh, shhh, shhhh!" implored Tim, holding his hands over his ears.
If it hadn't been for Bessie and Kayla's cringing, Chris, Ellie and Kaylee might not have stopped laughing at all. They, however, felt a pang of sympathy for shrunken people (who weren't Tim) and were in pain every time someone opened their mouths.
"What if they do not find anything?" asked Kayla, suddenly.
Everyone turned to her. Kaylee smiled sympathetically.
"I'm sure they'll find something," she assured.
"It's their job to, after all," sighed Elise, who looked quite amused - and her gaze was mainly focussed on Tim (after she'd gotten over the shock at seeing five very small people who she was certain weren't that small last time she laid eyes on them).
"Oh!" gasped Bessie, very suddenly.
"What?"
"I just ..." Bessie lowered her head, looking mightily embarrassed for some reason (and it probably took everyone who wasn't two centimetres tall quite a while too see this embarrassment).
"Bess?" prompted Adam.
"Gallagher?" said Tim, in a much sterner tone - he knew Bessie, and he knew that look. In the past, it had never been followed by anything good.
"Um ..." she began, rather lamely.
"Speak up, lass," said Beckett kindly.
It was true - the others really couldn't hear her. So, Bessie spoke up - in fact, she was shouting (though it wouldn't seem apparant to any of the others who didn't share her height problem).
"Does anyone here remember Lamorak?" she asked.
"I do," nodded Kaylee.
"You mean the overly paternalistic and sexist society?" asked Elise, quirking an eyebrow.
"That's the one!" shouted Bessie. "Well ... I, um, forgot about something that happened. It, uh, involved a girl - Wynda - the, um ... box and her ... giving it to me ..."
There was a loud groan which echoed through the lab. It was loud for the mini people, and it echoed as every single person in the lab had groaned - except, of course, for poor Bessie.
"I'm sorry!" she said, her face totally red now. "I forgot!"
"You forgot?" spat Tim, looking absolutely irate by now. "And none of the whole being stuck in a mysterious pine smelling box, or the fact it randomly appeared in your room struck a chord?"
"Not until now ..." said Bessie. "Anyway, at least I remembered!"
"Well?" said Elise, looking a little annoyed. "What did the girl say about it? Wynda - what did she say it did?"
"She didn't know," put in Kaylee - who had been there at the time.
"So she gave it to you?" scoffed Elise. "Not knowing what it was?"
"I was going to study it!" said Bessie.
"And then you forgot about it?" said Tim. "How incredibly ..."
"Shut up for a second," interupted Chris, in a purposely loud voice. "I thought the Lamorakians were supposed to be ... I don't know, really inept, technology-wise."
"The males were," said Kaylee.
Chris blinked.
"Wynda showed us this store room kinda thing," continued Bessie, obviously hurting herself, being so loud now for so long. "It had a bunch of really pretty things, very artsy stuff. And the box was there. Obviously the women were smart beyond belief ..."
"Or that one woman was," said Kaylee.
"Yes," nodded Bessie. "What was her name? Odara!"
"Pfft," snorted Tim. "Can't expect you to remember this important box that you were fasincated with enough to take home with you, but of course you remember something as idle as a name!"
"Names are not idle, Stackhouse!" scolded Elise.
"If you're a people person you tend to remember something like a name," agreed Ellie.
"Who cares about that now?" snapped Tim, jumping up and glaring at them - something which didn't have quite as much of an effect as it would have had he not been two centimetres tall. "We've been shrunken, as if we're in some poorly written movie or something. Right now we need to know what that godforsaken thing was!"
"It can't be a trap, like we thought," said Darwin. "We got out of it so easily ..."
"But we're still small," pointed out Adam. "Perhaps the point was to pretend to trap the victims in the box, and let them still think they're normal sized and all, but when they come out - utterly defenseless little people!"
"Could be, could be ..." said Ellie, scratching her chin.
"You look like your dad," remarked Chris.
Ellie took a swipe at him, which he dodged (growing up with the girl, he could predict her next moves and had learnt to avoid her violence, thankyouverymuch!).
"It's not an insult!" he said.
"Who cares?" snapped Tim.
"You're taking this way to seriously," Adam told him. "I think you need to just relax a little bit, try to think about the funny side of things."
"Funny?" repeated Tim, in annoyance.
"Yes," nodded Adam. "It's quite easy."
"Maybe for them!" Tim glared, pointing at the others.
"You forget, Donovan, that Stackhouse has barely any sense of humour to speak of," reminded Elise, calmly.
"Oh! Someone should go tell the scientists this new info, shouldn't they?" spoke up Ellie. "I'll go!"
She hurried out of the room like the speed of light. 'The scientists' consisted of Rodney McKay, Gordon Kavanagh, and Tell O'Connor. As perfectly normal as this might sound to read these names together, it was not such a calm mix. In the lab, there were all sorts of arguments going on.
"I told you, just stop touching things!" came McKay's voice.
Ellie rolled her eyes, and wandered into the room. This was the kind of thing she had come to expect from McKay when around, well, anyone really. Especially Kavanagh, of course, and he was known to lose his temper much more quickly with Tell than most others.
"Hey, guys," greeted Ellie. "How goes it?"
"Very badly," snapped McKay, glaring at her intrusion, but apart from this, turned his back on her and ignored her.
Ellie caught the roll of the eyes from Kavanagh, and smirked a little. Tell looked up at her and smiled.
"I have an update," she reported. "Apparently Bessie took this little doodad thingo from Lamorak."
"Lamorak?" repeated Tell. "Really?"
"Oh?" McKay turned around again. "And we were given this little piece of information earlier because ...?"
"Yes," nodded Ellie, eyeing McKay with irritance. "I guess it slipped her mind ..." she began.
"It slipped her mind?" repeated McKay.
Ellie sighed, and shook her head.
"Already had a conversation like this, don't care to endure it again," she told him firmly. "So, bye!"
She turned around and headed quickly back down the corridors to the infirmary. Beckett turned and smiled at her as she entered.
"Hey, that was quick," he observed.
"Didn't want to spend more time with Kavanagh and McKay than was necessary," she replied, shrugging.
Beckett chuckled. Then he paused. The others turned, and Ellie sighed. It was difficult to miss the thumping coming from the hallway. Someone - presumably McKay or Kavanagh - was coming.
Rodney entered the infirmary, a sour look on his face. Of course, he had not yet seen his colleagues in miniature form (in his words, it would be far too distracting and idle to bother gawking at something that shouldn't be). As such, his gaze flickered over to the five very tiny figures sitting on the bench. A smile tugged at his lips, but he fought it (for he is McKay - busily competeting with Stackhouse and Kavanagh for grumpiest guy ever).
"So," he said, turning to Ellie, but then thinking better of it and looking down at the tiny figure that was Bessie. "Does this mean we're supposed to go and visit old Lamorak and go and ask them how to undo what this thing did?"
"Um ... I don't think so," said Kaylee.
Rodney turned and glared at her - a glare that quite clearly said "who asked you, and you'd better not be right, by the way, or I'll make you pay for it".
"The men don't know about it," began Bessie,still shouting.
Rodney turned and stared at her - his stare said something like, "oh my gosh, why do you sound like a chipmunk?"
"And that's a problem," Bessie continued, "because they're fairly evil men over there - I mean, more evil than usual," this earned her a few glares, and disapproving looks. "See, if they find out that, number one, we were given this, I think one young ladys life might be in the balance. And secondly, well ... apparently they're really, really, dumb. It would amount to nothing."
McKay looked at her for a moment, sizing her up, and grumbling to himself. Of course, he didn't know how incredibly bad this was for poor Bessie (and, for that matter, Tim, Adam, Kayla and Darwin). He sounded a lot like a horse would if it had a megaphone.
"Well, then we don't tell the men, do we?" he said, his voice dripping with condensation.
"Um, McKay?" said Adam, putting up a little hand. "Just a request ... uh, d'you mind lowering your voice? And noises?"
McKay stared at him, wide-eyed. Then he backed away from the little people, and looked around at the normal-sized people.
"Okay," he began, unsteadily, glancing at the five figures. "As incredibly weird as this situation may be, we've been through ... um, maybe not worse, but some things quite similar, I'm sure. All we have to do is ask how this thing works."
"We can't," frowned Bessie.
"What?" McKay turned to her.
She frowned.
"I, uh, actually didn't hear you," he explained.
"We can't," she repeated, louder. "No one knows how it works. In fact, I think we now know more about it than them - the Lamorakians."
McKay sighed, and rubbed his temples.
"This incompitance appalls me," he murmured.
"Not our fault," said Ellie. "Besides, who died and made you king?"
McKay glared at her.
"No one 'died and made me king'," he replied, mocking her voice. "But I appear to be one of the only people around here who's actually doing anything, so unless you all think it'd be a good idea for five half a centimetre people to be running around Atlantis, I would think you'd show me a bit more respect."
"Actually," said Adam. "We're two centimetres."
Rodney turned to stare at him.
"We checked."
Rodney shook his head.
"You're insane, all of you ..." he muttered, wandering out of the room.
"What a nice young man," smiled Chris, turning to the others. "No wonder he has so many friends."
"Does it disturb anyone else that our future hangs in his hands and general mood, which is, at best, unsteady?" asked Darwin.
"With all the so-called brilliant minds here on Atlantis, wouldn't you think this would be easier?" said Tim. "Aren't we supposed to be the most brilliant in our fields? Yet, we cannot comprehend what's happened here, and how to fix it?"
"Oh, dear, I don't know about the rest of you, but I didn't realise how incredibly easy it was to figure out how to unshrink a bunch of people!" said Elise, rolling her eyes.
"We are just going to have to wait," said Kayla, with a sigh.
"Hey!" said Adam, suddenly. "There's got to be some fun in being this small!" He looked around. "Come on, don't you think so?"
Upon recieving blank stares and the usual 'you're an idiot' glares, Adam decided to elaborate.
"There are definately things we can do now that we couldn't, or can't do, when we're that tall," he guestured in the general direction of, well, everyone else. "You know, how cats always run behind pianos and things we can't get to 'em 'cuz we're so small?"
"We're not cats, Donovan," grunted Tim.
"You want us to hide behind things?" asked Kayla, arching an eyebrow.
"Wow, would that be stupid," said Elise.
"Oh, come on! Where's your sense of adventure?"
"It flew out the window when I realised there's a gigantic risk of our eardrums exploding if anyone speaks to us in anything but a whisper," replied Darwin, dryly.
Adam rolled his eyes.
"You guys are not fun," he pouted. "I for one," he stood up and began wandering along the table. "Think this'll be mightily fun. If we just explore."
"I ... uh, strongly urge you not to do that, Flying Officer," said Carson, sounding uneasy. "Anything could happen to you lot ..."
"I'm not saying we got and jump off a cliff, Doc ..." began Adam, but then he stopped and a sudden boyish gleam entered his eyes.
"Oh no ..." cringed Tim.
"Oh no?" repeated Elise. "What's 'oh no'?"
"I know that look," said Tim, sounding pained.
"Bungee jumping!" cried Adam, desperately, bouncing up and down.
"What is bungee jumping?" asked Kayla, confused.
"We have to do it now!" said Adam, racing over and grabbing Kayla's arms, pulling her to her feet. "Come on! It'll be fun! We can bungee jump off these tables, and then later, we can totally say we've bungee jumped off a table before!"
"Whoever you're talking to will probably think you were drunk at the time," said Tim, annoyed.
"So? I'll probably be drunkenly story telling about it," shrugged Adam.
"I think you should do it," grinned Ellie.
"But he's an idiot!" cried Tim in horror.
"So?" put in Chris. "My medical opinion is that it's going to be good for morale. Anyone got a video camera?"
"No! No, no!"
"Oh, stop being such a stick in the mud, Stackhouse," scolded Elise.
Tim stopped at once, but didn't look incredibly happy about it.
"As long as no one forces me to do it ..."
"Oh, but that's going to be all the fun!" smiled Elise, evilly.
*
"So ... how big are they, exactly?"
Major Sheppard was finding it incredibly difficult to keep the smirk from his features. Of course, this was as much a serious situation as it was an amusing one, but let the scientists focus on the serious side. Those guys barely had a sense of humour anyway, except maybe O'Connor and Gallagher.
"I think Doctor O'Connor said something around two or three centimeters," replied Doctor Weir.
Okay, this was so something he had to see. If for nothing else, then to mock that grumpy old Captain Stackhouse.
"You're finding this all quite amusing, aren't you?" said Weir, and Sheppard was a little stunned to find she had been staring at him.
"Well, who doesn't?" he replied, with a smirk.
She didn't reply to that, but he totally saw her grin. They wandered through the halls until they reached the infirmary. There was a lot of noise going on in there. The two exchanged odd looks, and then wandered in.
"What the --?" began Elizabeth.
"Hey, Doctor Weir!" came a very small voice, that John barely heard.
He squinted - so did she, he noted. What were ... five little figures were present and accounted for, however, at the moment, one was proceeding to jump off Doctor Beckett's examination table.
"Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
"Donovan insisted on this, apparently," said Teyla. "When we arrived, they were searching for something to use as rope."
"And we've got it all on tape!" added Ford, waving.
Elizabeth quirked an eyebrow, and John smirked.
"Well, at least we can trust him to the most of a situation," he smiled. "Any situation."
It was kind of amusing, watching the tiny little people bungee jumping off the table. Even more amusing was when they were attempting to get Tim into action. It was quite a show, really, with Ellie trying to restrain him and not squish him, while the others tied rope around his legs, and the Captain's muttering that - whenever he gets his size back - they were all going to pay. Even the people who sat by and watched.
"I'd like to see that, Captain," Weir had said.
That shut him up.
Then, almost out of breath (either from running through the corridors or busily arguing with McKay for a good two hours) Kavanagh entered the room.
"We thnk we've got it," he informed them.
OOC: Wow. That was fun. Took me all day, and I ate a whole load of stuff, but that was fun.
Oh! Elise is CW's. Tell is Jess'. Um ... Kaylee is Inge's.
Sometimes, in bad situations, it is necessary to just laugh it off. Otherwise, your head might explode from all the stress, or your teeth might fall out from all the grinding they went through while you were stressed. These might be extreme examples, but the point is that it simply isn't healthy to be stressed.
"Now, come on, open wide ..."
"You're going to need a smaller paddle pop stick, doc," advised Adam, knowingly - and all had to strain their ears to hear him.
Five little figures were perched on Doctor Beckett's examining table. Behind Doctor Beckett, quite a few normal sized figures were watching on in quiet amusement. Okay, 'quiet amusement' might not be the best way to describe it. Let's just say they were mightily amused.
"You might crush him if you're not careful," said a very amused Eleanor Jackson, who didn't notice the cringing coming from the minature people.
"What could possibly be in my mouth that would explain all of this, anyway?" said Tim, through gritted teeth.
Carson ignored all of these comments, but put down his tools anyway.
"Look," he said. "When the scientists come back from the labs, they'll hopefully have more information on that thing, whatever it was. In the meantime, I'm trying to figure out any changes in you, your bodies."
"All due respect and all," said Darwin. "But would it be incredibly wise to put us through tests and things like you would a normal sized person? 'Cuz I don't know ... we could somehow burn or something if you tried it."
"Thanks for the vote of confidence ..." muttered Bessie.
"That's what we're trying to figure out," sighed Carson. "If anything has changed, like that."
"Well, we're a lot lighter," smiled Adam brightly.
Kaylee giggled at this. Chris was watching on, his elbow resting on Ellie's shoulder, but Ellie was a tall girl, and so it didn't quite have the effect that, perhaps, it should have. Tim looked up at the group before them.
"What're you all doing here, anyway?" he grunted. "Shouldn't you be busy with some important other things?"
There was a short pause, before finally Chris shrugged his shoulders, and said,
"You guys're the size of my little fingernail. Of course we're going to watch the freak show!"
Then everyone looked at Tim, who scowled.
"Surely you have patients to attend to?" he grumbled, at Chris. "Everyone here has some sort of homesickness problem going on."
"But ..." began Chris. "You guys would definately be a little bit more screwed up than them," he waved his hand dismissively. "So," he put on a very soft voice, and bent down in front of them. "How does being this small make you feel? Does it looking up at everyone else mirror in any way some feeling you might have inside yourselves about insecurity?"
There was a large smirk on his face. Adam didn't hesitate before he burst out laughing (which sounded a lot like a pixie might if it existed and started laughing, or a chipmunk). Nor did Ellie or Kaylee, from behind.
"Shh, shhh, shhhh!" implored Tim, holding his hands over his ears.
If it hadn't been for Bessie and Kayla's cringing, Chris, Ellie and Kaylee might not have stopped laughing at all. They, however, felt a pang of sympathy for shrunken people (who weren't Tim) and were in pain every time someone opened their mouths.
"What if they do not find anything?" asked Kayla, suddenly.
Everyone turned to her. Kaylee smiled sympathetically.
"I'm sure they'll find something," she assured.
"It's their job to, after all," sighed Elise, who looked quite amused - and her gaze was mainly focussed on Tim (after she'd gotten over the shock at seeing five very small people who she was certain weren't that small last time she laid eyes on them).
"Oh!" gasped Bessie, very suddenly.
"What?"
"I just ..." Bessie lowered her head, looking mightily embarrassed for some reason (and it probably took everyone who wasn't two centimetres tall quite a while too see this embarrassment).
"Bess?" prompted Adam.
"Gallagher?" said Tim, in a much sterner tone - he knew Bessie, and he knew that look. In the past, it had never been followed by anything good.
"Um ..." she began, rather lamely.
"Speak up, lass," said Beckett kindly.
It was true - the others really couldn't hear her. So, Bessie spoke up - in fact, she was shouting (though it wouldn't seem apparant to any of the others who didn't share her height problem).
"Does anyone here remember Lamorak?" she asked.
"I do," nodded Kaylee.
"You mean the overly paternalistic and sexist society?" asked Elise, quirking an eyebrow.
"That's the one!" shouted Bessie. "Well ... I, um, forgot about something that happened. It, uh, involved a girl - Wynda - the, um ... box and her ... giving it to me ..."
There was a loud groan which echoed through the lab. It was loud for the mini people, and it echoed as every single person in the lab had groaned - except, of course, for poor Bessie.
"I'm sorry!" she said, her face totally red now. "I forgot!"
"You forgot?" spat Tim, looking absolutely irate by now. "And none of the whole being stuck in a mysterious pine smelling box, or the fact it randomly appeared in your room struck a chord?"
"Not until now ..." said Bessie. "Anyway, at least I remembered!"
"Well?" said Elise, looking a little annoyed. "What did the girl say about it? Wynda - what did she say it did?"
"She didn't know," put in Kaylee - who had been there at the time.
"So she gave it to you?" scoffed Elise. "Not knowing what it was?"
"I was going to study it!" said Bessie.
"And then you forgot about it?" said Tim. "How incredibly ..."
"Shut up for a second," interupted Chris, in a purposely loud voice. "I thought the Lamorakians were supposed to be ... I don't know, really inept, technology-wise."
"The males were," said Kaylee.
Chris blinked.
"Wynda showed us this store room kinda thing," continued Bessie, obviously hurting herself, being so loud now for so long. "It had a bunch of really pretty things, very artsy stuff. And the box was there. Obviously the women were smart beyond belief ..."
"Or that one woman was," said Kaylee.
"Yes," nodded Bessie. "What was her name? Odara!"
"Pfft," snorted Tim. "Can't expect you to remember this important box that you were fasincated with enough to take home with you, but of course you remember something as idle as a name!"
"Names are not idle, Stackhouse!" scolded Elise.
"If you're a people person you tend to remember something like a name," agreed Ellie.
"Who cares about that now?" snapped Tim, jumping up and glaring at them - something which didn't have quite as much of an effect as it would have had he not been two centimetres tall. "We've been shrunken, as if we're in some poorly written movie or something. Right now we need to know what that godforsaken thing was!"
"It can't be a trap, like we thought," said Darwin. "We got out of it so easily ..."
"But we're still small," pointed out Adam. "Perhaps the point was to pretend to trap the victims in the box, and let them still think they're normal sized and all, but when they come out - utterly defenseless little people!"
"Could be, could be ..." said Ellie, scratching her chin.
"You look like your dad," remarked Chris.
Ellie took a swipe at him, which he dodged (growing up with the girl, he could predict her next moves and had learnt to avoid her violence, thankyouverymuch!).
"It's not an insult!" he said.
"Who cares?" snapped Tim.
"You're taking this way to seriously," Adam told him. "I think you need to just relax a little bit, try to think about the funny side of things."
"Funny?" repeated Tim, in annoyance.
"Yes," nodded Adam. "It's quite easy."
"Maybe for them!" Tim glared, pointing at the others.
"You forget, Donovan, that Stackhouse has barely any sense of humour to speak of," reminded Elise, calmly.
"Oh! Someone should go tell the scientists this new info, shouldn't they?" spoke up Ellie. "I'll go!"
She hurried out of the room like the speed of light. 'The scientists' consisted of Rodney McKay, Gordon Kavanagh, and Tell O'Connor. As perfectly normal as this might sound to read these names together, it was not such a calm mix. In the lab, there were all sorts of arguments going on.
"I told you, just stop touching things!" came McKay's voice.
Ellie rolled her eyes, and wandered into the room. This was the kind of thing she had come to expect from McKay when around, well, anyone really. Especially Kavanagh, of course, and he was known to lose his temper much more quickly with Tell than most others.
"Hey, guys," greeted Ellie. "How goes it?"
"Very badly," snapped McKay, glaring at her intrusion, but apart from this, turned his back on her and ignored her.
Ellie caught the roll of the eyes from Kavanagh, and smirked a little. Tell looked up at her and smiled.
"I have an update," she reported. "Apparently Bessie took this little doodad thingo from Lamorak."
"Lamorak?" repeated Tell. "Really?"
"Oh?" McKay turned around again. "And we were given this little piece of information earlier because ...?"
"Yes," nodded Ellie, eyeing McKay with irritance. "I guess it slipped her mind ..." she began.
"It slipped her mind?" repeated McKay.
Ellie sighed, and shook her head.
"Already had a conversation like this, don't care to endure it again," she told him firmly. "So, bye!"
She turned around and headed quickly back down the corridors to the infirmary. Beckett turned and smiled at her as she entered.
"Hey, that was quick," he observed.
"Didn't want to spend more time with Kavanagh and McKay than was necessary," she replied, shrugging.
Beckett chuckled. Then he paused. The others turned, and Ellie sighed. It was difficult to miss the thumping coming from the hallway. Someone - presumably McKay or Kavanagh - was coming.
Rodney entered the infirmary, a sour look on his face. Of course, he had not yet seen his colleagues in miniature form (in his words, it would be far too distracting and idle to bother gawking at something that shouldn't be). As such, his gaze flickered over to the five very tiny figures sitting on the bench. A smile tugged at his lips, but he fought it (for he is McKay - busily competeting with Stackhouse and Kavanagh for grumpiest guy ever).
"So," he said, turning to Ellie, but then thinking better of it and looking down at the tiny figure that was Bessie. "Does this mean we're supposed to go and visit old Lamorak and go and ask them how to undo what this thing did?"
"Um ... I don't think so," said Kaylee.
Rodney turned and glared at her - a glare that quite clearly said "who asked you, and you'd better not be right, by the way, or I'll make you pay for it".
"The men don't know about it," began Bessie,still shouting.
Rodney turned and stared at her - his stare said something like, "oh my gosh, why do you sound like a chipmunk?"
"And that's a problem," Bessie continued, "because they're fairly evil men over there - I mean, more evil than usual," this earned her a few glares, and disapproving looks. "See, if they find out that, number one, we were given this, I think one young ladys life might be in the balance. And secondly, well ... apparently they're really, really, dumb. It would amount to nothing."
McKay looked at her for a moment, sizing her up, and grumbling to himself. Of course, he didn't know how incredibly bad this was for poor Bessie (and, for that matter, Tim, Adam, Kayla and Darwin). He sounded a lot like a horse would if it had a megaphone.
"Well, then we don't tell the men, do we?" he said, his voice dripping with condensation.
"Um, McKay?" said Adam, putting up a little hand. "Just a request ... uh, d'you mind lowering your voice? And noises?"
McKay stared at him, wide-eyed. Then he backed away from the little people, and looked around at the normal-sized people.
"Okay," he began, unsteadily, glancing at the five figures. "As incredibly weird as this situation may be, we've been through ... um, maybe not worse, but some things quite similar, I'm sure. All we have to do is ask how this thing works."
"We can't," frowned Bessie.
"What?" McKay turned to her.
She frowned.
"I, uh, actually didn't hear you," he explained.
"We can't," she repeated, louder. "No one knows how it works. In fact, I think we now know more about it than them - the Lamorakians."
McKay sighed, and rubbed his temples.
"This incompitance appalls me," he murmured.
"Not our fault," said Ellie. "Besides, who died and made you king?"
McKay glared at her.
"No one 'died and made me king'," he replied, mocking her voice. "But I appear to be one of the only people around here who's actually doing anything, so unless you all think it'd be a good idea for five half a centimetre people to be running around Atlantis, I would think you'd show me a bit more respect."
"Actually," said Adam. "We're two centimetres."
Rodney turned to stare at him.
"We checked."
Rodney shook his head.
"You're insane, all of you ..." he muttered, wandering out of the room.
"What a nice young man," smiled Chris, turning to the others. "No wonder he has so many friends."
"Does it disturb anyone else that our future hangs in his hands and general mood, which is, at best, unsteady?" asked Darwin.
"With all the so-called brilliant minds here on Atlantis, wouldn't you think this would be easier?" said Tim. "Aren't we supposed to be the most brilliant in our fields? Yet, we cannot comprehend what's happened here, and how to fix it?"
"Oh, dear, I don't know about the rest of you, but I didn't realise how incredibly easy it was to figure out how to unshrink a bunch of people!" said Elise, rolling her eyes.
"We are just going to have to wait," said Kayla, with a sigh.
"Hey!" said Adam, suddenly. "There's got to be some fun in being this small!" He looked around. "Come on, don't you think so?"
Upon recieving blank stares and the usual 'you're an idiot' glares, Adam decided to elaborate.
"There are definately things we can do now that we couldn't, or can't do, when we're that tall," he guestured in the general direction of, well, everyone else. "You know, how cats always run behind pianos and things we can't get to 'em 'cuz we're so small?"
"We're not cats, Donovan," grunted Tim.
"You want us to hide behind things?" asked Kayla, arching an eyebrow.
"Wow, would that be stupid," said Elise.
"Oh, come on! Where's your sense of adventure?"
"It flew out the window when I realised there's a gigantic risk of our eardrums exploding if anyone speaks to us in anything but a whisper," replied Darwin, dryly.
Adam rolled his eyes.
"You guys are not fun," he pouted. "I for one," he stood up and began wandering along the table. "Think this'll be mightily fun. If we just explore."
"I ... uh, strongly urge you not to do that, Flying Officer," said Carson, sounding uneasy. "Anything could happen to you lot ..."
"I'm not saying we got and jump off a cliff, Doc ..." began Adam, but then he stopped and a sudden boyish gleam entered his eyes.
"Oh no ..." cringed Tim.
"Oh no?" repeated Elise. "What's 'oh no'?"
"I know that look," said Tim, sounding pained.
"Bungee jumping!" cried Adam, desperately, bouncing up and down.
"What is bungee jumping?" asked Kayla, confused.
"We have to do it now!" said Adam, racing over and grabbing Kayla's arms, pulling her to her feet. "Come on! It'll be fun! We can bungee jump off these tables, and then later, we can totally say we've bungee jumped off a table before!"
"Whoever you're talking to will probably think you were drunk at the time," said Tim, annoyed.
"So? I'll probably be drunkenly story telling about it," shrugged Adam.
"I think you should do it," grinned Ellie.
"But he's an idiot!" cried Tim in horror.
"So?" put in Chris. "My medical opinion is that it's going to be good for morale. Anyone got a video camera?"
"No! No, no!"
"Oh, stop being such a stick in the mud, Stackhouse," scolded Elise.
Tim stopped at once, but didn't look incredibly happy about it.
"As long as no one forces me to do it ..."
"Oh, but that's going to be all the fun!" smiled Elise, evilly.
*
"So ... how big are they, exactly?"
Major Sheppard was finding it incredibly difficult to keep the smirk from his features. Of course, this was as much a serious situation as it was an amusing one, but let the scientists focus on the serious side. Those guys barely had a sense of humour anyway, except maybe O'Connor and Gallagher.
"I think Doctor O'Connor said something around two or three centimeters," replied Doctor Weir.
Okay, this was so something he had to see. If for nothing else, then to mock that grumpy old Captain Stackhouse.
"You're finding this all quite amusing, aren't you?" said Weir, and Sheppard was a little stunned to find she had been staring at him.
"Well, who doesn't?" he replied, with a smirk.
She didn't reply to that, but he totally saw her grin. They wandered through the halls until they reached the infirmary. There was a lot of noise going on in there. The two exchanged odd looks, and then wandered in.
"What the --?" began Elizabeth.
"Hey, Doctor Weir!" came a very small voice, that John barely heard.
He squinted - so did she, he noted. What were ... five little figures were present and accounted for, however, at the moment, one was proceeding to jump off Doctor Beckett's examination table.
"Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
"Donovan insisted on this, apparently," said Teyla. "When we arrived, they were searching for something to use as rope."
"And we've got it all on tape!" added Ford, waving.
Elizabeth quirked an eyebrow, and John smirked.
"Well, at least we can trust him to the most of a situation," he smiled. "Any situation."
It was kind of amusing, watching the tiny little people bungee jumping off the table. Even more amusing was when they were attempting to get Tim into action. It was quite a show, really, with Ellie trying to restrain him and not squish him, while the others tied rope around his legs, and the Captain's muttering that - whenever he gets his size back - they were all going to pay. Even the people who sat by and watched.
"I'd like to see that, Captain," Weir had said.
That shut him up.
Then, almost out of breath (either from running through the corridors or busily arguing with McKay for a good two hours) Kavanagh entered the room.
"We thnk we've got it," he informed them.
OOC: Wow. That was fun. Took me all day, and I ate a whole load of stuff, but that was fun.