Snippet Post #2
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Any other info: John/Rodney (for this part)
“Get me to the chair room,” McKay said, gritting his teeth.
“I think you need to go to the infirmary,” Sam countered. She had been a little dizzy at first, but it had passed quickly, and she’d already checked on Jack and Cassie, who both seemed fine. “I can call for help.”
McKay shook his head. “No, we have to go to the chair room. Please, Sam.” Sam hesitated, and he added, “It’s for John.”
“If you can walk, we can both go, but I’m not going to drag your ass,” Sam said. She did offer a hand up, and she stayed next to McKay to make sure he wasn’t going to fall over again.
McKay shot her a dirty look. “Your concern is touching.”
“I’m concerned,” Sam protested. “But when half the city is down, I don’t have time to drag you around. You’re mobile, and Sheppard isn’t responding, so you do the math.”
McKay took a deep breath. “Okay, yeah, I’m good.”
Sam put a hand on his arm. “Come on.”
She maintained contact with McKay as they made their way to the chair room, and wondered at how much things had changed. It used to be that she would have avoided physical contact with McKay, but now he was far too interested in Sheppard to hit on her.
Sam liked the change.
They reached the chair room, and Sam had no idea how McKay had known Sheppard would be there, but he was stretched out in the chair, his hands buried in the gel pads, his expression blank.
McKay stumbled forward, but Sam held him back. “Wait. We don’t know what’s going on, and we don’t want to injure him.”
McKay wore a disgruntled expression. “We don’t know anything.”
“Exactly,” Sam replied. “Just-hang on.”
“John!” McKay called, his voice sharp. “Let me know you’re in there, at least.”
Sheppard didn’t open his eyes. “I’m good, McKay. How are you? I know that hit everybody pretty hard.”
“What hit us hard?” McKay demanded. “What do you know?”
“Atlantis is waking up,” Sheppard replied vaguely. “She didn’t mean to hurt anybody. She was just reaching out to anybody who would listen.”
McKay squawked in outrage. “And what are you doing in the chair?”
“Talking to the city,” Sheppard replied, like it should be obvious. “Give me a few minutes, Rodney. I’m okay. It’s going to be okay.”
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