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December 23rd, 2006


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sinanju
01:02 pm - [Chloe] Ebil! Awakens!
Who: Chloe Sullivan
Where: The Gate Room, Atlantis
When: Approx. two hours after SG-23's arrival
Invited: Anyone and everyone
Status: Complete

Chloe walked out of her newly assigned quarters in a giddy mood. Atlantis was amazing! It was incredible, in fact. It was hard to accept that the city was as old as it was known to be. It seemed brand new, as if even the Atlantis expedition had just moved in and hadn't had time to scuff the floors. Chloe reminded herself that the city was actually several million years old and giggled. Incredible!



It wasn't exactly homey, though. It was a cold city in many ways. Not very inviting or comfortable looking, though the human-occupied areas were nice enough. On the other hand, compared to that ice palace of Clark's--and presumbly to Krypton as a whole, at leas before it was destroyed--it was positively warm and cuddly.

Using the transporter closet--(The T.C.,) Chloe thought and laughed to herself--was mildly amusing. Not as frightening as gating all the way to Atlantis, not as exciting as the ring transporters. But it got her back to the center of the city very quickly. Chloe stepped out of the T.C. and looked around.

A handful of Marines stood guard here and there. Lots of people in Atlantis jumpsuits hurried to and fro, though a few sauntered instead. They were probably off duty, Chloe guessed. The stargate--which looked very different from the gate at the SGC was inactive at the moment. Overhead, the high ceiling provided room for Puddle Jumpers to swoop down from their bays and fly through the gate.

Chloe was about to go in search of the commissary when she saw a woman not wearing the Atlantis uniform walking by. Teyla Emmagen. Native of the Pegasus galaxy and a kick-ass warrior by all accounts. But nothing in the briefings Chloe had read had indicated just how hot she was, not even the photographs. "Teyla? Teyla Emmagen?"

Teyla stopped and looked at her. "Yes. You are Chloe Sullivan? Of SG-23?"

"Yes!" Chloe said, approaching her. She felt unreasonably pleased that Teyla knew who she was. "I just...I saw you walking by, and...and...." Chloe reached out to grab her arms and lay a big kiss on her. Teyla parried her easily, automatically, looking surprised.

Chloe tried again. Teyla evaded her again, a tiny frown line appearing on her brow. "Miss Sullivan, this is not..." she said, but Chloe wasn't listening. She had to kiss Teyla. She had to. For a start. There were a lot of things she suddenly wanted to do to Teyla, and she knew Teyla would like them if she'd simply go along with it.

Chloe lunged at her again. "Teyla, just--I only want to..." Teyla parried her again. Chloe tried to counter her, but even a couple of years of training made her no match for Teyla. What made it especially humiliating--and embarrassment and anger began to erode her initial lusty impulses--was that Teyla clearly wasn't even trying hard. She wasn't even really thinking about it when she reacted.

Chloe felt her anger mounting rapidly. She continued struggling fruitlessly, panting and growling. She wasn't trying to kiss the woman any longer. Now she wanted to strike her, hurt her. Teyla parried her a couple more times, then resorted to a pain compliance hold. It hurt, but Chloe ignored it. Let Teyla dislocate her shoulder--it would heal before she finished punching Teyla out!

More hands seized Chloe now. She struggled, screaming at them, cursing. In her frenzy, Chloe managed to wrench one arm free long enough to grab a Marine's sidearm. Before she could use it, something struck her arm hard enough to break it an instant before she went down under a pile of bodies, immobilized by their sheer weight.

"Take her to Dr. Beckett," Chloe heard Teyla say. "Confine her until he can determine what is wrong with her."
Current Mood: infuriatedinfuriated
Current Music: NIne Inch Nails, "Closer"

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From:sinanju
Date:December 28th, 2006 01:27 am (UTC)

[Dr. Beckett] Brainstorming

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Carson grabbed a nearby chair and placed it beside Chloe's bed. Chloe and Isabelle were still giggling and cooing at one another, though how long that would last he had no idea. "Ami, why don't you sit here with Chloe and Isabelle for now. I'll be back in just a minute."

Once Ami had taken a seat, Carson returned to his office. "What is it?" his assistant asked, "do you know? I've called security."

"I don't know, Julia," he said. "I think we can be sure it's not physical--not a disease, at any rate." If Chloe Sullivan was experiencing this, it was almost certainly not a physical ailment.

He scribbled on a notepad and tore off the sheet, handing it to Julia. "I want you to draw these sedatives from stores. We'll use the first one on cooperative patients. The other...." Julia nodded and hurried off.

Beckett sat down and looked at Miss Sullivan's medical record again. Whatever had happened on that island to restore her after she'd been nearly killed by a Wraith--and what he wouldn't give to be able to duplicate that!--had left her changed. There was a lurid note in her file that her blood was not to be used for transfusions. Even people with compatible blood types reacted like it was a mis-match.

She no longer had scars, or fillings in her teeth that pre-island medical records suggested she ought to have, and her tonsils had seemingly grown back. She had never been less than disgustingly healthy in the five years since, not even when exposed to several nasty diseases during her work with SG-23. Drugs affected her normally, save that she required considerably more than her body weight would suggest.

(So it might be a drug,) Beckett thought. (Except that they came through directly from the SGC, and so far Miss Sullivan's bloodwork showed no evidence of drugs.)

Not a disease. Not a drug, unless it was something they hadn't detected yet. Not impossible, but unlikely. Alien influences? Psychic tampering--but wouldn't Ami or her husband notice that?

"Dr. Beckett?" Julia was back with the drugs.

"Ah, good," he said. Beckett took one of the bottles from her. "I'd like you to fill several syringes with that one, and keep them handy. If we have any more violent patients, we may need them."

Beckett smiled comfortingly at Julia and then returned to Chloe's bedside. "Ami," he said, "I've got a mild sedative here. If you can convince Isabelle to drink a little of it, it should calm her down, even let her sleep for a while. It's not a cure, but it should make her more comfortable, and give you some rest."
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From:fikgirl
Date:December 28th, 2006 06:59 pm (UTC)

Redirect: Hit the Road

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Moving the rest of Ami's infirmary visit to the infirmary thread.

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