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A “house call” seemed perfectly Pegasus
Complete with travels through wormholes
Big guns, pointy things,
And a serious lack of proper equipment
On the planet,
He was told, “It would be fine, he won’t hurt you.”
And not that he didn’t trust Sheppard, because he did
But, damn, he sure looks like he could pack a punch!
I wasn’t sure what to think
They said I could get this tracking device out of me,
But what reason do I have to trust them?
I was eager to trust someone though, I hadn’t in such a long time . . .
He walked towards Ronon with no hesitation though,
It was just another patient;
He’d had plenty of capable ones in the past
This was no different to him
. . .
Not that it wasn’t scary, ‘cause it sure was!
He’s just had some experience with scary before
And his mother always said he was the strong one.
The doctor they brought appeared to be capable
But then, so did all the others in the past
I was more sure though, when he brought out technology of the Ancients
We had very little of that on Sateda, and only the very best were allowed to use it
I was not, however, ready to let them knock me out.
I wanted to trust them, but I would not go that far
I had to protect myself
Though, I found myself wishing I could trust them that much in the future . . .
He was a little anxious when the man, Ronon, wouldn’t allow himself to be knocked out
He supposed that was a good idea, where Ronon was standing,
But where he was standing, it was all, bad, bad, bad
Much to unnecessary, much to dangerous
I was relieved to hear that the doctor, Beckett they said, would still to the procedure
Some doctors, I knew, refused to do something when they could not do it their way
I always thought those men were ignorant, and selfish,
And this Beckett still doing the procedure, my approximation of him just keeps going up
He was extremely careful during the operation
As he would be normally, but now . . .
It was like working with a painter’s hands, or a kick boxer’s feet
One had to be better than careful, better than perfect.
It was immensely painful,
I knew I should have been excited
There was a good chance I’d be free from the Wraith soon,
But the pain was all consuming
I awoke and the doctor and the Atlantians were standing off to the side
My hand reached around to my back
Checking to see if it was really gone
But I saw the remains on the ground
I was free
Free, and I ran
Ran and knew that no one would be able to track me
No one
Not the wraith, not the Atlantians . . . not the doctor
I slowed a bit
I wished I could thank him - in private, of course.
He seemed like the man who would accept an apology
I liked that.
He turned around and saw that his patient, Ronon, was no longer there
He felt a little sad, not surprised though
Later he thought he should have been surprised, the man had passed out!
But at that moment he wasn’t, just a little sad.
He wished he could check on him,
Just a little check
Run up, glance over all his vitals, like he does in his infirmary
Make sure he really did patch up all the bleeding . . . for the fourth time
I also felt like I should do something for the Atlantians in general,
For it was them that lend their doctor to him,
But . . . he just kept thinking about the doctor,
Beckett was his name
He must be very skillful
To have gotten it out, and so quickly
So many others had tried and failed,
And yet, this man got it out with less injury than any of the other attempts
I turned around.
A “house call” seemed perfectly Pegasus
Complete with travels through wormholes
Big guns, pointy things,
And a serious lack of proper equipment
On the planet,
He was told, “It would be fine, he won’t hurt you.”
And not that he didn’t trust Sheppard, because he did
But, damn, he sure looks like he could pack a punch!
I wasn’t sure what to think
They said I could get this tracking device out of me,
But what reason do I have to trust them?
I was eager to trust someone though, I hadn’t in such a long time . . .
He walked towards Ronon with no hesitation though,
It was just another patient;
He’d had plenty of capable ones in the past
This was no different to him
. . .
Not that it wasn’t scary, ‘cause it sure was!
He’s just had some experience with scary before
And his mother always said he was the strong one.
The doctor they brought appeared to be capable
But then, so did all the others in the past
I was more sure though, when he brought out technology of the Ancients
We had very little of that on Sateda, and only the very best were allowed to use it
I was not, however, ready to let them knock me out.
I wanted to trust them, but I would not go that far
I had to protect myself
Though, I found myself wishing I could trust them that much in the future . . .
He was a little anxious when the man, Ronon, wouldn’t allow himself to be knocked out
He supposed that was a good idea, where Ronon was standing,
But where he was standing, it was all, bad, bad, bad
Much to unnecessary, much to dangerous
I was relieved to hear that the doctor, Beckett they said, would still to the procedure
Some doctors, I knew, refused to do something when they could not do it their way
I always thought those men were ignorant, and selfish,
And this Beckett still doing the procedure, my approximation of him just keeps going up
He was extremely careful during the operation
As he would be normally, but now . . .
It was like working with a painter’s hands, or a kick boxer’s feet
One had to be better than careful, better than perfect.
It was immensely painful,
I knew I should have been excited
There was a good chance I’d be free from the Wraith soon,
But the pain was all consuming
I awoke and the doctor and the Atlantians were standing off to the side
My hand reached around to my back
Checking to see if it was really gone
But I saw the remains on the ground
I was free
Free, and I ran
Ran and knew that no one would be able to track me
No one
Not the wraith, not the Atlantians . . . not the doctor
I slowed a bit
I wished I could thank him - in private, of course.
He seemed like the man who would accept an apology
I liked that.
He turned around and saw that his patient, Ronon, was no longer there
He felt a little sad, not surprised though
Later he thought he should have been surprised, the man had passed out!
But at that moment he wasn’t, just a little sad.
He wished he could check on him,
Just a little check
Run up, glance over all his vitals, like he does in his infirmary
Make sure he really did patch up all the bleeding . . . for the fourth time
I also felt like I should do something for the Atlantians in general,
For it was them that lend their doctor to him,
But . . . he just kept thinking about the doctor,
Beckett was his name
He must be very skillful
To have gotten it out, and so quickly
So many others had tried and failed,
And yet, this man got it out with less injury than any of the other attempts
I turned around.