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Um. I'm not sure if I got this numeral right. I never expect this damn thing to get this many segments, so I didn't exactly do my homework. Anyone familiar with roman numerals wanna tell me if I got it right?
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ETA: This segment inspired by the preview of next week's Eureka. I also stole the line. Anyone who watches will know which one I'm talking about.
XIX.
“Doctor Davis,” McKay said, raising his voice slightly to be heard over the hissing noises of the vines, “and I use the word ‘doctor’ very lightly, would you please explain to me what you are doing with my barbarian in your greenhouse?”
“Well, see, we were trying to develop this new fertilizer from those samples Major Lorne’s team brought back from P3… the one with the mutant anteaters, and, um, the test subjects sort of… overreacted.”
McKay folded his arms across his chest and watched as Ronon chopped heroically at vines as thick as a man’s arm, all flailing wildly around greenhouse. “I can see that.”
Davis blushed and ducked his head. “We might have… overestimated its effects.”
“Just a little bit,” McKay said.
Davis glanced up at him, torn between relief and fear at his mild tone. McKay apparently saw no reason to enlighten him.
“And Ronon is here because…?”
“He seemed… best suited for the job,” Davis said delicately.
“Hmm.” McKay stood there and watched for a minute. At first it looked like the thing sprouted a couple new ones for every vine Ronon cut, but it looked like it was starting to slow down a little. And Ronon, of course, hadn’t even broken a sweat. “Ronon? How’s it going in there?”
“Got it under control,” Ronon grunted, ducking a swing from a particularly large vine that would have decapitated him.
“Right,” McKay said, and turned back to Davis. “I’m going to get Zelenka down here, to keep an eye on this. It things get, oh, I don’t know, out of hand, he’s going to call me, and I will come down here to keep an eye on things. And you really don’t want that to happen.”
“Why not?” Davis asked, against his better judgement.
“Because, Doctor, if I have to come back, I’m bringing a stun gun and a weedwhacker.”
“Ah, Doctor McKay,” Davis said hesitantly. “I’m not really sure that a stun gun will really have much… effect on the plant.”
“The stun gun isn’t for the plant,” McKay said. “It’s for you.” Then he smiled. “Have a nice day.”
Davis slumped as McKay disappeared from the doorway. “Christ,” he muttered to himself.
“Don’t worry about him,” Ronon said, stepping out of the wreckage of the vines with his sword still dripping sap. “He gets like that sometimes. He doesn’t really mean it.”
“Yes, he does,” Davis said positively. Ronon grinned.
“Okay, so he does. But he never follows through.”
“He really looked like he wanted to.”
“Well, yeah,” Ronon said. “But someone usually stops him.” He held up the sword. “I’m gonna go get this cleaned up. If Rodney gives you any trouble, just give Sheppard a call. He’ll handle it.”
“Right,” Davis said, and watched as Ronon disappeared around the corner, in the same direction McKay had gone. He turned back to survey the complete and total wreckage of his greenhouse. “It’s cleanups all around, then.”
Continued here.
Main index here.
ETA: This segment inspired by the preview of next week's Eureka. I also stole the line. Anyone who watches will know which one I'm talking about.
XIX.
“Doctor Davis,” McKay said, raising his voice slightly to be heard over the hissing noises of the vines, “and I use the word ‘doctor’ very lightly, would you please explain to me what you are doing with my barbarian in your greenhouse?”
“Well, see, we were trying to develop this new fertilizer from those samples Major Lorne’s team brought back from P3… the one with the mutant anteaters, and, um, the test subjects sort of… overreacted.”
McKay folded his arms across his chest and watched as Ronon chopped heroically at vines as thick as a man’s arm, all flailing wildly around greenhouse. “I can see that.”
Davis blushed and ducked his head. “We might have… overestimated its effects.”
“Just a little bit,” McKay said.
Davis glanced up at him, torn between relief and fear at his mild tone. McKay apparently saw no reason to enlighten him.
“And Ronon is here because…?”
“He seemed… best suited for the job,” Davis said delicately.
“Hmm.” McKay stood there and watched for a minute. At first it looked like the thing sprouted a couple new ones for every vine Ronon cut, but it looked like it was starting to slow down a little. And Ronon, of course, hadn’t even broken a sweat. “Ronon? How’s it going in there?”
“Got it under control,” Ronon grunted, ducking a swing from a particularly large vine that would have decapitated him.
“Right,” McKay said, and turned back to Davis. “I’m going to get Zelenka down here, to keep an eye on this. It things get, oh, I don’t know, out of hand, he’s going to call me, and I will come down here to keep an eye on things. And you really don’t want that to happen.”
“Why not?” Davis asked, against his better judgement.
“Because, Doctor, if I have to come back, I’m bringing a stun gun and a weedwhacker.”
“Ah, Doctor McKay,” Davis said hesitantly. “I’m not really sure that a stun gun will really have much… effect on the plant.”
“The stun gun isn’t for the plant,” McKay said. “It’s for you.” Then he smiled. “Have a nice day.”
Davis slumped as McKay disappeared from the doorway. “Christ,” he muttered to himself.
“Don’t worry about him,” Ronon said, stepping out of the wreckage of the vines with his sword still dripping sap. “He gets like that sometimes. He doesn’t really mean it.”
“Yes, he does,” Davis said positively. Ronon grinned.
“Okay, so he does. But he never follows through.”
“He really looked like he wanted to.”
“Well, yeah,” Ronon said. “But someone usually stops him.” He held up the sword. “I’m gonna go get this cleaned up. If Rodney gives you any trouble, just give Sheppard a call. He’ll handle it.”
“Right,” Davis said, and watched as Ronon disappeared around the corner, in the same direction McKay had gone. He turned back to survey the complete and total wreckage of his greenhouse. “It’s cleanups all around, then.”
Continued here.