December 26th, 2006
|purplerhino||08:19 pm - Infirmery influx|
Who: Dr. Beckett, Chloe, Ami, Doctor, Rose, Tayla etc
Where: Medical, Atlantis
When: Approx. one to two hours after SG-23's arrival
Invited: Anyone and everyone
Rose patiently withstood the poking and prodding, the taking of blood samples and the machine that doubled as a fetal heart monitor. It never ceased to amaze her when she heard the rapid double beat that almost sounded like a train.
The first time they had heard that, she’d felt the Doctor’s fear and worry, but he separated himself from it, so she no longer could sense it. He’d told her he’d thought he’d heard a problem, but all tests proved otherwise. He wasn’t lying, she could sense that, so she took his word on it.
The Sonagram was a bit different that the sonic imager, and while it didn’t give her the full three dimensional image of her baby, evidently Doctor Beckett could read it just fine.
“Oh, aye, he’s got a big head, this one.”
Rose snorted. “So does his father. So the second opinion is yes, definitely c-section, right?”
“It’s most likely. I don’t think you’ll be able to safely deliver with the usual dilation. Too many complications could come about.” He sounded like he said aboot, and Rose had to smile.
The Doctor nodded to the carefully labeled blood vials. His and Rose’s. “You’ll want to be looking at mine first. Unless it’s specially treated, it breaks down in one hour, twenty three minutes and fifteen seconds.”
It was a built in precaution Rassilon had instilled along with the third strand allowing regeneration. No one could keep, copy or clone Gallifreyian DNA without knowing how, and only Time Lords knew how.
“You’ll be staying for a while then? So I can run through these tests?” Beckett looked like he doubted the tourist story, even if it was the truth.
“Few days at least. Too many people to catch up with now,” the Doctor looked dejected.
“Least a week, yeah?” He winced, but nodded. She wouldn’t say it, because it still hurt a bit, but he’d give her a week visiting her mum. Now she didn’t have Jackie anymore, so his grand romantic gesture was allowing her to see friends she had made on the Island. Letting her stay in touch with her own world and time. In a way it gave her a more permanent home that the Tardis, though she considered the living ship more home than Earth any more, and it gave this baby a home world. He’d never give her flowers, or chocolates, or any of those corny things. He’d show her solar systems being born and dying, take her to places where she was the first human to step, and he gave her ties, for a man who didn’t do domestic, he was pretty good at certain aspects.
“So, can I eat yet?” Rose looked hopefully at Beckett.
“I’ll call for ye if there are any more questions. You can go have a bite, sure.” Beckett was looking somewhere between puzzled and excited over what readings he had so far. He was keeping himself reassuring and kind, a proper doctor with a wonderful bedside manner, but he was intrigued.
Collecting Jack and Ripley at the door, they had gone only ten minutes before Chloe was brought in. They managed to miss the first wave of problem patients entirely.
|Date:||December 27th, 2006 02:56 pm (UTC)|| |
Well he's seen Isabelle's medical records, too. She's 1/4 alien, 3/4 human and has whatever other wonkiness of genetics and DNA gives Ami (and the Tomorrow People) their abilities :-)
|Date:||December 28th, 2006 12:51 pm (UTC)|| |
OOC: Just FYI
|Date:||December 28th, 2006 02:32 pm (UTC)|| |
[Sheppard] -Radio traffic-
"Beckett, Sheppard. We have a few more. Dr. Jackson is a little beat up, but doesn't look too bad. One, we'll need special restraints for... and one... Well, you'll see." The Colonel knew the doc hated that, but if he didn't do that once in a while, where would the fun be? "Sheppard out."
|Date:||December 28th, 2006 06:56 pm (UTC)|| |
[Ami] Cracks and Fissures
Though reluctant to medicate her daughter, Ami saw the logic in the recommendation. After some petulance and a battle of wills that wasn’t resolved until Carson asked Isabelle to take her medicine "like the big girl that I know you are," the sedative went smoothly down – even without flavoring – and Isabelle happily climbed into Ami's lap where she soon drifted off to sleep.
"Now, tell me how you feel," Carson sat Ami down after they moved Isabelle to a bed where she could nap comfortably.
"Fine," Ami answered instantly.
"Yes, really." Her answer sounded sharp to her ears, and from the look Carson gave her, it did to him as well.
"I'm not so certain that you aren't being affected by whatever is affecting everyone else," Carson said quietly. "Unfortunately, in your case it's going to be hard to tell whether you're being affected or if you're simply feeling what everyone else is feeling. And I can only think of one way to test that, and I don't think you'll like it much."
Shock and the briefest flames of anger surged through her. Ami held back the anger, her voice tight. "You're not drugging me, Carson! I can't function like that. I won't!"
/Love, what's wrong?/ Scott's mental voice held that odd note of flatness that told her he was still in the void, which annoyed her. However, the annoyance warred with the knowledge that he was concerned enough to check up on her. She didn't know whether she wanted to love him or slap him for creating such a conflict.
It was on the tip of her 'tongue' to tell him that Carson wanted to drug her, but at the last minute Ami realized that wasn't the proper response. (Think it through,) Ami chided herself. /Something is making everyone behave oddly. Carson thinks that Isabelle and I might have it./
"How in the bloody hell should I know?!" The words were loud, projected both aurally and telepathically with no shielding to be heard of. Several heads turned in their direction, briefly, before hurriedly looking away. Isabelle murmured in her sleep. Heat warmed her face and Ami buried her face in her hands for a few moments to collect herself.
"Talking to Scott, then?" Carson inquired. One good thing, at least the man paid attention and remembered the important things.
Ami nodded. She didn't pull her hands away. "Can I just be alone for a few minutes? Please?"
She needed some time to pull her shields together and some time to pull herself together.
|Date:||December 28th, 2006 07:52 pm (UTC)|| |
[Dr. Beckett] Triage
Carson stood up. "I'll leave you alone, then," he told Ami. He glanced at Chloe, who lay unmoving, staring up at the ceiling with dull eyes, the very picture of severe depression. He wished there were something he could do for her, but he had other patients coming and she would at least cause no problems in this state.
He looked around the infirmary, gathering up his team by eye. They all moved to meet him in a huddle in the middle of the room. "We're going to be getting a lot of patients very shortly. At least one will need powerful restraints; see to that, won't you Alan?" Dr. Steele nodded and moved off.
"The rest are suffering--or may be suffering--from the same emotional upset that Miss Sullivan and Isabelle have displayed. We need to be prepared to handle them, and we're going to have to figure out what's causing it as soon as we possibly can."
"When they arrive, I want each of you to speak to one or two of them. If they're reported to have already shown signs of the problem, we'll keep them here with Miss Sullivan. If they haven't, we'll need to try to determine if they're affected. Put them in the next ward."
Carson looked over at the doorway. "Here they come. Let's get to it."
|Date:||December 28th, 2006 08:32 pm (UTC)|| |
[Isabel] Passing by
Isabel hadn't been able to find anybody after the meeting with Dr. Weir, but she hadn't exactly tried very hard either. She had no particular wish to act as a tour guide, and although she wanted to catch up with people from the island, she felt no particular hurry to do that either.
And there was something else. Something bothersome in the air, although she couldn't place it.
She grabbed a snack from the refectory and ate it on a balcony looking out over the ocean, one of her favourite spots in the city. Then she thought she'd head down to the archives and continue a promising line of enquiry she'd been looking at the previous day, before all the new arrivals had started turning everything upside down. It wasn't far, so she elected to walk instead of using a teleporter. The route on foot took her near the infirmary, and she was just in time to see a group of bulky marines carrying an unconscious Faith toward the infirmary doors. Curious, she followed them into a scene of total chaos.
There were quite a few patients in, she saw, several strapped to their beds or being strapped down. Some were unconscious, some appeared outrageously angry, others calm. In the midst of it all, Dr. Beckett was frantically attempting to organise the response to the influx.
Isabel pushed her way through to him.
"Dr. Beckett!" she called over the noise. "Is there anything I can do to help? You seem a little short-staffed."
|Date:||December 28th, 2006 10:15 pm (UTC)|| |
"Oh, Isabel," Carson said, looking up. Another familiar face--good, not someone he had to worry about. (Unless it spreads,) he thought, but pushed that thought aside for the moment. He smiled at Isabel, wondering if the smile looked as strained as it felt.
"Aye, you can. Some of the new arrivals seems to be experiencing extreme mood swings. I think you know most of them, so if you can try to help keep them calm it would be a great help. Just talk to them. If they seem stable, move on. If not, let one of the medical staff know."
|Date:||December 28th, 2006 10:51 pm (UTC)|| |
Extreme mood swings? Lovely.
"I'll see what I can do," Isabel said.
Whatever that might be.
She looked around. Faith was strapped to the bed with the heaviest restraints anybody could find, but remained unconscious. Isabel moved on, surveying the beds. She came to Chloe's bedside and smiled down at her.
"Hey," she said. "Not seen you for a while. How're you feeling?"
|Date:||December 29th, 2006 06:59 am (UTC)|| |
Chloe stared up at the ceiling, too depressed and lethargic to do anything requiring more effort. Someone had come to stand by her bedside. A voice drifted down to her. It seemed strangely familiar. Chloe ignored it at first, but finally dragged her gaze down from the ceiling.
Isabel. Chloe replayed what Isabel had said.
"I've...been better," she said. Seeing Isabel looking down at her, strapped to a bed as she was, was humiliating. Chloe felt tears fill her eyes. Isabel wavered. She tried to wipe her eyes and felt the restraints on her wrists pull tight. (Damn it!)
Chloe struggled against the restraints futilely, her anger growing hotter with each passing moment. The depression lay over her like ice, but it was thawing. Jerk. "Dammit," she muttered. Yank. "I just..."
"Isabel," Chloe said, "be a sport and release my hand, would you?"
|Date:||December 29th, 2006 08:55 pm (UTC)|| |
Isabel regarded Chloe calmly and shook her head.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I don't think I'm allowed to do that." She took a clean tissue from her pocket and wiped the tears from Chloe's cheeks. "Whatever this is, Dr. Beckett is one of the best. I've seen that while I've been here. They'll find out what's going on and then you'll be fine."
There was that wrongness still, growing stronger. The cause, or just an effect of what was happening? She'd have to talk to Ami when she wasn't in the middle of an apparently private conversation with Jon.
"Just... I was going to say stay calm, but that's not going to be easy. Just don't scream at me too much, okay?"
|Date:||December 30th, 2006 03:43 am (UTC)|| |
[Chloe] You're a Big Help
"Fine," Chloe snapped. "Why don't you just leave, then?" She should have known Isabel wouldn't help. She continued to struggle against the restraints as the last of the depression gave way to that searing anger. Goddamn but they made those restraints tough.
Chloe stopped struggling for an instant, panting from her efforts. Well, there was more than one way to skin a cat. Chloe yanked hard on her left hand, pulling with all her strength. The padded metal cuff was unyielding and tight and her hand could never pass through...unharmed.
Chloe pulled as hard as she could, clenching her teeth against the pain. She could feel the skin tearing--and healing--and blood lubricating the cuff. Isabel was grabbing at her and trying to talk to her. Chloe ignored her.
She kept pulling, panting thru clenched teeth at the pain. Chloe felt her thumb joint dislocate and cried out. One more pull and she had her hand free. Sharp pulses of pain ran up her arm, but they were already fading.
Chloe fumbled at the straps of the cuff on her right wrist with bloody fingers. She threw an elbow when Isabel leaned in to oppose her. Almost...almost. She'd be free in a moment!
|Date:||December 30th, 2006 09:16 am (UTC)|| |
[Isabel] No she won't
Isabel watched in astonishment as Chloe's hand healed itself before her eyes, but she had no time to marvel for Chloe was already starting to release her other arm. She leaned in to try and stop her, but Chloe's elbow struck her on the cheek and sent her staggering backwards.
"Chloe! This won't help!" Isabel yelled, startled by the anger in Chloe's eyes. She backed up slowly as Chloe worked herself free, released her ankles swiftly and swung off the bed. "Chloe... don't make me hurt you. This isn't going to help!"
|Date:||December 30th, 2006 08:33 pm (UTC)|| |
Kenzaki was still annoyed that he'd been confined to the infirmary. Didn't these people understand that he didn't get sick? But in order to prove it, he'd let his blood be taken.
As he prepared to regain his energy, he noticed a commotion. Chloe Sullivan had been in restraints, and had gotten out of them somehow, and she looked even more upset than he felt. He ran forward, knowing that no matter how much he felt about being stuck in the Infirmary, he still had a duty to do and people to protect. "Stop!" He tackled her, landing against the bed. He had a feeling that he was going to need another washcloth soon to clean off the wounds.
|Date:||December 30th, 2006 09:01 pm (UTC)|| |
Blaise was already on his way to the infirmary to check on Chloe when he was told to have all of SG-23 report there. He gathered the rest of his team and then resumed his journey. The infirmary was packed.
"Coming through," Blaise announced, pushing his way through the Marine guards just in time to see Kenzaki tackle Chloe--(I thought she was restrained,) he thought--and send them both crashing against the side of the bed.
Chloe cursed furiously and flailed her arms, all her training forgotten in her fury. She was completely out of control. Kenzaki was plenty strong enough to hold her, but could do nothing to calm her.
Blaise knew her well after their time on the island and her service with the SGC. He knew what buttons to push. "Chloe!" Blaise shouted, moving up beside Isabel, who was pressing a hand to her cheek. "You're making a spectacle of yourself! Do you want to go back to Earth?"
Chloe ceased struggling. Blaise caught a glimpse of her face, anger vying with embarrassment. "Do you?" he pressed. Chloe shook her head, "N-no," she said in a tiny voice. Kenzaki relaxed but didn't let go of her just yet.
"No what?" Blaise pressed.
"No, sir," Chloe said. She straightened up and stood more or less at attention. The anger had vanished, but she was crying now, silently and obviously wishing she could just vanish.
"I know this isn't your fault, Chloe," Blaise said, relenting now that she'd stopped fighting. "I know that. But you have to try to stay calm, and let us take care of you."
"Yessir," Chloe said in a shaky voice, lowering her head to hide her face.
"Now, I want you to get back into bed. If the doctors feel it necessary to restrain you, I expect you to let them. If they prescribe treatment, you accept it."
Chloe nodded miserably and climbed back onto the bed. Blaise laid a hand on her shoulder. "It'll be okay, Chloe. We'll get this straightened out."
|Date:||December 30th, 2006 10:27 pm (UTC)|| |
Isabel felt a flash of anger at Blaise as he barged in and talked Chloe down. Dimly, part of her mind said that he'd helped a potentially violent situation, but it was drowned out by the sudden rush of hot rage which took over her mind. She spun toward the bulky marine and shoved him hard in the chest.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she screamed at him. "I did not need any help! Barging in here and taking over like you're some sort of counsellor." She took a step closer and raised her voice even further. "Get the hell out of my face!"
|Date:||December 30th, 2006 10:44 pm (UTC)|| |
[Kenzaki] Protect redux
Kenzaki nodded appreciatively as Blaise got Chloe under control. He still didn't want to be there, but it was obvious that he was needed, and he loved being needed.
When Isabel turned to attack Blaise, he didn't even think. He turned and grabbed Isabel, trying to haul her to his abandoned bed. She was infected, she needed it more than he did, and nothing was going to stop him.
|Date:||December 30th, 2006 11:31 pm (UTC)|| |
"Let go of me!" Isabel shrieked as Kenzaki dragged her across the room. She struggled and hit him in as many tender spots as she could find, but he ignored her efforts and continued. She tried a couple of times to summon her powers to her aid, but the anger dissipated her concentration and eventually she slumped in his grip and began to sob hysterically.
|Date:||December 31st, 2006 09:31 pm (UTC)|| |
[Dr. Beckett] Oh...joy
Carson watched Isabel crying unconsolably and felt a moment of despair. He paused, considering that. Despair? He probed at the feeling like an empty tooth socket. (No,) he decided with some relief, (not really. Just dismay at the realization that whatever it was was contagious.)
He let out a piercing whistle, which caught everyone's attention. "I want the medical staff to join me. Those of you are not suffering from this emotional disturbance, please gather in the next room."
Nobody moved at first. "Now!" That uncharacteristic outburst did the trick and people starting shuffling around, sorting themselves out. Carson directed a couple of suspected victims to stay where they were.
His staff were understandably confused. "Isabel's outburst makes me suspect that the condition is contagious. She's been here all along--she didn't come through the gate recently."
"So...we're going to limit contact with the patients as much as practicable. And we're going to have to watch one another. If any of you see someone else beginning to become overly emotional, I want you to speak up. And I want anyone who is told that their behavior is changing to listen. I understand that it will be hard. This...condition impairs your judgment. That's why you must listen when someone else tells you you're affected."
"So...I want you three," Carson pointed them out, "to work with those we know are affected. The rest of you, go back to assessing the others. If they seem to clean, send them to their quarters, where they're less likely to be affected. If they're showing signs of mood swings, put them in with the other patients."
|Date:||January 1st, 2007 01:19 am (UTC)|| |
OOC: Carson's going to cause some interesting problems doing that...
Isabel collapsed on the bed which Kenzaki dropped her on and paid little attention to what was going on around her until pretty much everyone who wasn't already strapped to a bed went off into the next room. The sense of wrong was still strong, and she felt a deep resolve. Lying here wouldn't help anything.
Grimly, she sat up and looked around. Two marines were guarding the infirmary door, although looking away from her. Everyone else was next door with Dr. Beckett. Now was the time to move.
Thanking her luck that nobody had seen fit to strap her to her bed, which would necessitate an awkward and noisy escape attempt, she hopped down to the floor and strode toward the door. One of the marines noticed her approach and moved to block her, but hit an invisible barrier she projected in front of him. His partner found the same, and she slipped through the space between them.
"Sorry guys," she said as she passed. "But this place is doing my head in."
She strode off down the corridor, maintaining her hold on the guards for as long as she could, although it wasn't as far as she'd have liked. She ducked into the first transport room she found and teleported herself near her quarters. She emerged in a seldom-used corridor and strode down it, passing the clumsily-parked TARDIS before she rounded the corner and came to her door.
Once inside, she put her zat on the bedside cabinet and stretched out on the bed. Within moments, she was asleep.
|Date:||January 1st, 2007 11:27 am (UTC)|| |
Kenzaki, who had not been given a bed after he gave Isabel hers, had been sitting down on the floor, using the ambient energy to recharge himself. A motion from above gained his attention, as he saw Isabel - well, Isabel's feet, anyway - appear on the floor.
He couldn't believe his eyes. She was getting up, when he'd put her down on the bed! His face went red as he struggled to regain his composure. By the time he did, Isabel was on her way out the door, the Marines stuck. Isabel was leaving the Infirmary without permission, and he wasn't going to let that happen.
Taking advantage of Isabel's power, he softly apologized to the trapped Marines and slipped out the door himself. Isabel was gone from sight, but he would find her. And he would bring her back. That he swore.
He heard the commotion as the Marines were released and bolted. He couldn't protect them, he couldn't do his duty, if he didn't find Isabel, and so they were not allowed to stop him.
OOC: Yes, Kenzaki missed the transport room, so he's not precisely following Isabel. He's actually lost at the moment.
|Date:||December 29th, 2006 11:04 am (UTC)|| |
Jon approached the medical bay even less cheerfully than usual. The fact that Daniel seemed normal enough gave him hope though, but his sense of Ami's mood had gone from simmering tension to a blank slate. After hearing a few more reports about arrivals going wacko, he wasn't sure he wanted to know what was going on behind those shields.
The groups scattered on arrival: Sheppard sought out a very rushed-looking Dr Beckett, Faith's trusty Marines were guided toward a room of her very own, and Daniel led the recalcitrant Kenzaki to the nursing station, where calmer newbies were reporting in. For his part, Jon stuffed his hands in his pockets and sidled over to the 'quiet' end of the infirmary.
/Knock, knock/ Then, blinking as he saw Isabelle asleep beside Ami: "Ok, the cute is definitely still there, but she's running out of small, fast."
OOC: I think Jon and Molly have been away from Earth for 6 months months or so.
|Date:||December 29th, 2006 03:07 pm (UTC)|| |
Sheppard waited until the doc turned around to start on his next 'round' before grabbing him. The place looked like controlled chaos, which, in his experience, wasn't a bad thing. Yet. Once grabbed, the Colonel's voice canted low, his eyes looked everywhere but at the chief medico to be sure no one really overheard.
"We may have a little problem here. I'll need you to get some of your people together and send 'em off to the Alpha site. I'll have an escort waiting for them at the gateroom. Whatever it is, the city isn't registering it as an airborne, or she'd have shut us down completely. So... not sure what it is."
Dr. Beckett sighed, his shoulders lowering in the action, and looked around himself as the Colonel did. It was sort of like yawning... the action caused the same in others. "Aye. I'll get on it. So far, though... the blood results are normal. Well, as normal as ye can get with some of our patients." The doctor attempted a smile, slight, but it indicated that he was at least still in good humour. No deaths, that was good. "What does Rodney say?"
A shrug was the answer that the Colonel offered, before following it up with a shake of his head. "He said he'd get on it. He denies it having anything to do with gate travel, by the way, but he said he'd start searching the Ancient database for any other potential instance."
He paused, and looked around again. "In the meantime..." Sheppard straightened and gave the other man a supportive smile. "...see what you can find out. I need something to give to Elizabeth other than 'Oh, people are freaking out and it's not only the gate-travellers.'. And, I should go find Rodney's friend. Find out a little more there... And, I'm going to bring Teyla and Ronan... once I find them again." And question those now in the Infirmary.
This entire ordeal was just beginning to irritate him, and he exhaled again. "You know... I just have this little feeling that movie night is gonna be cancelled tonight. And I had big plans riding on this one." Beat. "Figures."
|Date:||December 30th, 2006 12:45 am (UTC)|| |
And they missed the action in the cafeteria as well. By the time the Doctor, Rose, Jack and Ripley made it into the cafeteria, things were somewhat back to normal. Small groups talking together, muttering about a near fight, but nothing really out of the ordinary. Except for one homesick looking woman crying in a corner.
Rose grinned and waved when she spotted Molly. Now that was just too surreal. An elf, albeit half, in space. Well… on a space ship.
Molly waved and gestured them over. By the time they joined her, Molly was looking almost frightened by the concoction on Rose’s tray.
“I take it congratulations are in order.” Molly looked pointedly at Rose. “A new life is the highest blessing. And this one much more than any other, I think.”
Rose popped a vinegar and cheese smothered chip in her mouth. It had an odd texture, more solid than earth potato, but a bit mealy as well. Not bad, but odd.
“Yeah, well I’m not about to end up with a passel of little ones. Not when it takes this long. You know that his people did away with pregnancy and birth. It’s lookin like a right plan from here bout now.” Rose added catchup to her chips and Molly winced at the combination.
“No children?” Molly looked quizzically at the Doctor, easier than looking at fries smothered in all that.
“Course we had children? Think we just sprang fully formed from the ocean? They were engineered from the best mixture of genetic donors. Created and gestated in the Looms until they were complete, then they went to the nurseries, or to a parent if one wished to raise them. All our children were birthed in perfect health and genetically superior.” The Doctor stone one vinegary chip that had thus far avoided being bathes in cheese and tomato.
“Sounds rather sterile, cold. And no little bit ominous. Manufacturing children like… a car or clothes. Did they dispose of any that had flaws?” Molly definitely took a dislike to the whole idea.
“They usually fixed any flaws, which was rare. Don’t judge by your standards.” He looked a bit hard, peeved even. “There was a general sterility that prompted the looms. The price of that genetic tampering, I suppose.”
“And I’d say the sterility bit skipped you, eh?” Jack brought over a tray with a sandwich and milk.
“Skipped my father, too. Now Molly, how’s the whole exploring new worlds thing going for you?” He changed the subject with a disarming grin.
“Only really been to three other than Atlantis. They tend to make sure everything’s safe to the extreme before sending the scientists in. They collect samples for us, but we only get to go through the gate when there’s not the slightest hint of trouble.” If Molly sounded disappointed it was because she was. Oh, she reveled in the new worlds she had seen and tested. But she wasn’t a wilting flower, herself. She wasn’t defenseless or stupid. “I guess I was expecting more actual exploring.”
Just then the Marine who had been assigned to watch over Team Tardis nodded and stepped up to them.
“Sorry to interrupt, but would you mind coming with me?”
The Doctor and Jack looked at each other. “Is there a problem?” Jack asked carefully.
“I’ve just been told to bring you to medical.”
Rose looked alarmed. “Did Doctor Beckett find something?”
“I don’t know ma’am. I was just told to bring you back. Nothing else.”
He was polite as well as mostly unobtrusive.
Rose looked forlornly at her chips. “Such a waste.”
Ripley looked at the Doctor. “Where’s Faith? I bet you five bucks she’s gone and made a pass at the wrong man. I’d say it was Jack but… he’s right here.”
“Hey, who started the brawl on Xedocorflaxus?” Jack was already moving along with them, moving ahead of the Marine who made sure he could see them all , and that he was well out of average striking distance. These people were well trained, Jack noted even as he argued.
“He grabbed my ass. I grabbed his balls. I considered it a fair exchange.” Ripley shrugged.
“Too bad his buddies didn’t.”
“Now you know why I don’t like to let the children go out to play by themselves.” The Doctor addressed Rose with a roll of his eyes."
|Date:||December 29th, 2006 05:09 pm (UTC)|| |
Ami jerked her head up at the sound of Jon's voice. His quip about Isabelle brought a smile to her face, and the sight of another familiar and almost familial face brought her some genuine happiness.
"Jon!" Ami stood and gave him a hug. "It's good to see you. How are you? How's Molly? I haven't had the chance to see her yet, I know she's around somewhere and everything's just been mad this last hour and -"
/Ami. Breathe./ Jon said with a smile in his 'voice.' He guided her back to the chair, "Everything's pretty good around here. But I'm not the one in the infirmary." His words sobered her a bit, reminding Ami yet again that behind the youthful facade were also the memories and fifty years of experience gained from a plus-fifty year old Air Force General. "How's the little one?"
Ami looked to her sleeping daughter and smiled softly in affection. "Carson gave her something to relax her. It helped her sleep and took some pressure off of me." /He wanted to give me something too, but -/ Ami let her slight shudder do the talking for her. /I don't think it's that bad yet./ At least she wouldn't have to explain to Jon why she would avoid drugs that would deaden her abilities like she avoided the plague. It was akin to taking a sighted, hearing person and giving them a blind fold and plugging their ears completely.
That and her lingering not so good memories of being drugged and helpless.
"You're not affected by this at all, though then?"
[Rose/Doctor] (Tag Beckett, Ami, Jon, anyone)
The extra security on the infirmary was not reassuring, and Rose gripped the Doctor's hand tighter. If they were walking into some sort of trap, she had faith he'd get them out. She looked behind them for a moment to see Jack and Ripley were very obviously not placing their hands anywhere near their sidearms. Either they were sure they were not in danger, or they were not tipping off the Marine walking behind them. Both their guns had a stun setting, always on, but the Marine's sidearms didn't look like they had the same 'soft' option.
There was the sounds of yelling, and weeping from the infirmary and as they rounded the doorway the Doctor stopped dead at the ordered chaos.
"I'd say somethin' was a bit off."
"Is that Faith?" Rose looked to where their friend was strapped to a bed.
"She doesn't usually like to the the Bondee, she prefers holding the keys."
"Jack, I really don't need the mental pictures of what you two get up to." Rose shook her head. With Jack and Faith on the same ship, with the same basic urges, there was little doubt they would burn off some tension, as it were. Not that they hadn't before. But really. TMI.
Jack offered as he headed to the nearest Marine. "Mind telling me why my friend is unconscious and strapped to a bed? Not that strapped to a bed is a bad look for her, mind you."
The Doctor headed for Carson Beckett. "Looks like you have a slight problem here. Need any help?"
Rose spotted Ami speaking with Jon and moved towards them. Little Izabell was sleeping in one bed. "Hey there. Is she alright?"
Rose felt the beginnings of a headache. It seemed wrong to have a little one in the middle of people cursing, yelling and weeping.
She looked at Jon, he had grown quite a bit since the island. He was quite a bit of alright. Molly was a lucky girl. "What's happenin' round here?"
|Date:||January 5th, 2007 01:42 am (UTC)|| |
"Everyone's gone mad," Ami supplied the answer. "She's sleeping, I guess that's the most that can be asked right now.
"She's been emotional. Everyone's emotional. Dr. Beckett thinks I might be emotional but it's hard for me to tell what's me and what's everyone else," Ami continued while she smoothed her daughter's hair and placed a kiss on her forehead. "But you're all right? You and the sprog?"
Rose shrugged a bit. “We seem fine so far. But then, with me, at this point, who could tell. I’ve cried more in the last six months than I did for five years before. Over little stuff, ya know. The funniest bit is how flustered the Doctor gets. He hates to see me cry and isn’t sure how to make me stop. He looks ready to run right from the room when these waterworks start.” Rose grinned her particular grin, tongue between her teeth.
“Of course, since we’ve gotten all empathic an all, we’ve been shutting each other out the last couple of months. He’s got these odd mood swings all on his own, an with my hormones yo-yoing, the others would be shovin’ us both out the door in the middle of space if we were locked in a loop, yeah?”
They had only been empathic with very strong emotions between them prior to the pregnancy, but it was as if the baby was acting as some sort of antenna, focusing and amplifying. Now they had mental barriers up all the time, and strong emotions still leaked through. It was a good thing that their empathy apparently was only between one another, or they might be in Ami’s situation right now.
“So, you’re not sure if your’re just bein’ a good mum and aggravated cause the munchkin’s off, or if it’s affectin’ you. Bein’ in here doesn’t seem all that brilliant, both of you will be pickin’ up everyone else’s upset on top of it all. Why don’t you see if Dr. Beckett will let you and Isabel find someplace away from people for a while. Take along a cute Marine if it’d make them feel better.”
|Date:||December 28th, 2006 10:29 pm (UTC)|| |
[Methos] Escape & evade
Methos was practicing kata when they came to find him.
He hadn't responded to calls over the radio, because the earpiece he'd been given was buried under discarded clothing. His concentration was also far greater than usual, something he put down to it being several weeks since he'd felt comfortable enough to train, and this wide open room they'd passed on the tour was perfect for such work.
Two armed Marines interrupting the kata weren't part of the plan, however loosely they appeared to be holding their stunner-whajimmies. They were also barring the exit.
"Could you accompany us to the infirmary please, sir?"
That was a new one.
Concentration switching tracks in the blink of an eye, Methos padded across to his towel. "My first shift isn't until tomorrow."
"Dr Beckett needs assistance with some unscheduled tests."
And am I to be the testee or tester? Clearly they expected resistance, whichever was the case. The thought made him cautious, but far more wary.
"Well, why didn't you say so?" He plucked his clothing from the floor and strobe past them into the corridor, heading straight for the nearest transporter. "Excuse me a moment, just need to get my arm into this blasted sleeve.."
The door slid shut against the two men's faces, reopening a moment later to reveal an empty compartment.
|Date:||January 1st, 2007 04:33 am (UTC)|| |
[Daniel] Escaping the Embarrasing Questions
As much as he wanted to check on his team, Daniel stayed close while Faith was restrained and sedated. He didn't know what was going on, but there was enough insanity in the infirmary for him to know that it wasn't good. Not that he needed to see the infirmary to know that. Faith's assault was good enough for him. Seeing SGC marines and scientists being examined and confined though only confirmed his suspicions.
If it hadn't been for Faith, he would have assumed that something happened to them when they came through the 'gate. But Faith had been here before they came through the 'gate. Unless this emotional instability, whatever it was, was contagious and spreading pretty rapidly. However, there didn't seem to be any Atlantis personnel affected.
(Unless Faith was more susceptible. . . but why?)
Daniel filed it away for later. He allowed himself to be tended to, and wasn't surprised at the confirmation of two broken ribs. (Great. I am never going to live this down.) He was just happy to see that Jon was busy talking to Ami, which meant he didn't have to give any explanation at the moment.
Though the nurse attempted to keep him there, once it was revealed that he was clean, Daniel managed to nicely talk himself out of the infirmary. He needed to talk to his team and see if they were truly and completely affected by whatever was going on around Atlantis.
"Dr. Jackson," Teyla Emmagen met him in the corridor outside of the infirmary. She and Ronon accompanied two marines who held a scientist and another marine between them. "You have been released?"
"Yeah, I need to … talk to my team."
"Dr. Jackson. Tell these idiot alien primitives and the pea-brained jarhead –" the scientist, a Dr. White, began as he was carried past.
"Dr. White, I think that cooperation would really go a long way to helping the situation right now," Daniel said calmly. "Hurling insults at our hosts will not."
"I'm going to assume he isn't usually this friendly?" Ronon asked.
"No, not usually," Daniel agreed as he stepped aside to allow the entourage to pass.
Dr. White's continued insults followed as Daniel hurried away.