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Title: I'm Hers
Author: Enola Jones
Rating: PG for now
Characters: John, "Lantea", Rodney
Summary: On the trail of an elusive bio-lab....
NOTES: Part of the dialogue has been lifted and slightly altered from the show. I take no credit for John's cracks in the infirmary. If you notice any discrepancies from the show -- they are entirely intentional.
Both John and Rodney had been hustled to the infirmary, where it was swiftly determined their eardrums had been perforated. Their hearing had been ‘impaired’, Carson had said, but he gave them reassurances it would be better soon.
The way he talked made John realise that Rodney still had some hearing - and he decided to cover the fact that he did not. I can still talk to you… you can help me?
I shall do my best, John, Lantea had replied sadly.
Rodney had figured out it was the whales’ echo-location sonar that had done this to them, and he was busily running scenarios on his tablet. John watched him for a bit, then cracked, “Hey, Rodney. Rodney.”
Nothing.
John smirked. “Rodney - Canadian football is a joke.”
Nothing.
“Celine Dion is overrated.”
Who?
Look it up on Rodney’s music. You’ll understand.
Thanks.
Rodney still made no response.
“Zelenka is smarter than you!”
That made Lantea laugh, but got no reaction from Rodney.
“Meredith!”
Rodney’s face brightened, and he began to excitedly speak.
He is saying he has located something in my data banks about a ‘lead’ on the whales - a biolab in one of my hidden corridors.
Did he find it, or did you help us out?
Does it truly matter?
And John smiled.
~~~~~~~
The pair of them were on their feet and dressed ten minutes later, heading out of the infirmary - when they were stopped by a visibly-indignant Carson. By his gestures, John figured out that they were being ordered back to bed.
“We’re feeling much better!” he snapped in reply.
Too loud.
He instantly lowered his voice. “Sorry.”
Rodney began to tell about the lab, and Carson wasn’t impressed. Elizabeth, however, was interested.
With Lantea’s prompting, John could stay in the conversation. The end of it was Elizabeth overruled Carson, and the pair went jogging down the formerly-flooded corridors.
Rodney’s acerbic remarks were lost on John, though - he was focused on Lantea and the mental map she was guiding them through the corridors with. But when Rodney noticed John turning before he gave verbal directions - in the right way - he scowled.
John found himself brought up short and spun around to face a visibly-angry Rodney. “Uh…?” he gasped, looking into that piercing blue gaze.
Rodney held up his mini-tablet - the handheld interface he used offworld. On it was written:
YOURE STILL DEAF ARENT YOU
“Dammit, Rodney, you shout in print just as loud as you do in reality!”
He scowled deeper. JUST ANSWER THE DAMN QUESTION
John sighed and looked away. “It’s not important.”
NOT IMPORTANT WHAT DO YOU MEAN NOT IMPORTANT YOURE DEAF AS A DOORPOST AND YOU EXPECT ME TO THINK ITS NOT IMPORTANT?
“Rodney.” He reached for the mini-tablet and it flew into his hand. He didn’t look down, assuming Rodney had handed it to him. “What’s important is finding that lab and stopping these whales. My hearing - or lack thereof - is not important right now. We’ll deal with it when Lant-Atlantis - is safe.” He handed the mini-tablet back and spun on his heel, heading for the lab.
Leaving a spluttering Rodney staring at the mini-tablet. “…..how in the hell did he do that?”
~~~~~~~
When they arrived at the lab, the doors were stuck. John hooked his fingers in a crack and tugged.
Nothing.
He tugged again.
Nothing.
Rodney was muttering to himself, since he knew John couldn’t hear him. “Okay, they’re stuck tight. His gene isn’t doing jack right now. If he pulls again and those doors open like a knife through butter, then that’ll be proof of-“
As if on cue, the doors slid easily open.
Rodney snapped his fingers rapidly as they walked in. “You’re not just deaf, Sheppard - you’re telekinetic! And you have no idea that you’re even doing this, based on the lack of ‘holy flaming shit I’m some kind of freak-slash-superhero’ that you’re doing….”
A touch from John, and the consoles flared to life. Rodney easily called up entry after entry on the whales, and John thanked Lantea silently - receiving a warm mental caress in reply.
Rodney abruptly froze.
John looked over his shoulder. “Oh, man,” he breathed as the Ancient text translated to English in his mind.
Rodney shot him a look that clearly telegraphed to since when did John Sheppard read Ancient?
John ignored the look. “Get Elizabeth and Radek down here. They need to see this.”
A nod, and Rodney was out of the room at a run.
Lantea, this is connected to what happened so long ago, isn’t it?
It is. When everybody-
Don’t even start. Nobody is going to die. We’re going to figure this out.
Time is running out, John.
But it’s not out yet. So trust us.
I do, John. With all that I am.
Author: Enola Jones
Rating: PG for now
Characters: John, "Lantea", Rodney
Summary: On the trail of an elusive bio-lab....
NOTES: Part of the dialogue has been lifted and slightly altered from the show. I take no credit for John's cracks in the infirmary. If you notice any discrepancies from the show -- they are entirely intentional.
Both John and Rodney had been hustled to the infirmary, where it was swiftly determined their eardrums had been perforated. Their hearing had been ‘impaired’, Carson had said, but he gave them reassurances it would be better soon.
The way he talked made John realise that Rodney still had some hearing - and he decided to cover the fact that he did not. I can still talk to you… you can help me?
I shall do my best, John, Lantea had replied sadly.
Rodney had figured out it was the whales’ echo-location sonar that had done this to them, and he was busily running scenarios on his tablet. John watched him for a bit, then cracked, “Hey, Rodney. Rodney.”
Nothing.
John smirked. “Rodney - Canadian football is a joke.”
Nothing.
“Celine Dion is overrated.”
Who?
Look it up on Rodney’s music. You’ll understand.
Thanks.
Rodney still made no response.
“Zelenka is smarter than you!”
That made Lantea laugh, but got no reaction from Rodney.
“Meredith!”
Rodney’s face brightened, and he began to excitedly speak.
He is saying he has located something in my data banks about a ‘lead’ on the whales - a biolab in one of my hidden corridors.
Did he find it, or did you help us out?
Does it truly matter?
And John smiled.
~~~~~~~
The pair of them were on their feet and dressed ten minutes later, heading out of the infirmary - when they were stopped by a visibly-indignant Carson. By his gestures, John figured out that they were being ordered back to bed.
“We’re feeling much better!” he snapped in reply.
Too loud.
He instantly lowered his voice. “Sorry.”
Rodney began to tell about the lab, and Carson wasn’t impressed. Elizabeth, however, was interested.
With Lantea’s prompting, John could stay in the conversation. The end of it was Elizabeth overruled Carson, and the pair went jogging down the formerly-flooded corridors.
Rodney’s acerbic remarks were lost on John, though - he was focused on Lantea and the mental map she was guiding them through the corridors with. But when Rodney noticed John turning before he gave verbal directions - in the right way - he scowled.
John found himself brought up short and spun around to face a visibly-angry Rodney. “Uh…?” he gasped, looking into that piercing blue gaze.
Rodney held up his mini-tablet - the handheld interface he used offworld. On it was written:
YOURE STILL DEAF ARENT YOU
“Dammit, Rodney, you shout in print just as loud as you do in reality!”
He scowled deeper. JUST ANSWER THE DAMN QUESTION
John sighed and looked away. “It’s not important.”
NOT IMPORTANT WHAT DO YOU MEAN NOT IMPORTANT YOURE DEAF AS A DOORPOST AND YOU EXPECT ME TO THINK ITS NOT IMPORTANT?
“Rodney.” He reached for the mini-tablet and it flew into his hand. He didn’t look down, assuming Rodney had handed it to him. “What’s important is finding that lab and stopping these whales. My hearing - or lack thereof - is not important right now. We’ll deal with it when Lant-Atlantis - is safe.” He handed the mini-tablet back and spun on his heel, heading for the lab.
Leaving a spluttering Rodney staring at the mini-tablet. “…..how in the hell did he do that?”
~~~~~~~
When they arrived at the lab, the doors were stuck. John hooked his fingers in a crack and tugged.
Nothing.
He tugged again.
Nothing.
Rodney was muttering to himself, since he knew John couldn’t hear him. “Okay, they’re stuck tight. His gene isn’t doing jack right now. If he pulls again and those doors open like a knife through butter, then that’ll be proof of-“
As if on cue, the doors slid easily open.
Rodney snapped his fingers rapidly as they walked in. “You’re not just deaf, Sheppard - you’re telekinetic! And you have no idea that you’re even doing this, based on the lack of ‘holy flaming shit I’m some kind of freak-slash-superhero’ that you’re doing….”
A touch from John, and the consoles flared to life. Rodney easily called up entry after entry on the whales, and John thanked Lantea silently - receiving a warm mental caress in reply.
Rodney abruptly froze.
John looked over his shoulder. “Oh, man,” he breathed as the Ancient text translated to English in his mind.
Rodney shot him a look that clearly telegraphed to since when did John Sheppard read Ancient?
John ignored the look. “Get Elizabeth and Radek down here. They need to see this.”
A nod, and Rodney was out of the room at a run.
Lantea, this is connected to what happened so long ago, isn’t it?
It is. When everybody-
Don’t even start. Nobody is going to die. We’re going to figure this out.
Time is running out, John.
But it’s not out yet. So trust us.
I do, John. With all that I am.