Cheating, Vengeance, and Grenades
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A/N: Don't ask why Gregory House is in Atlantis. Ask what idiot let him and Xander be on the same team.
"They're behind you!" Rodney squawked over the radio, and John threw himself into a roll. He fetched up against a door, which belatedly opened and sent him sprawling across the floor. He glanced around the room and identified it as one of the rooms they'd been throwing 'broken' Ancient technology into. He dodged behind a weird, funky thing over to the right and thought, "Door close!" really hard.
He checked his clip, and found he still had several dozen rounds left. "Rodney, you okay?"
"I've been hit." Coughing echoed over the radio. "Also, ow! These things really hurt."
"If you can't take the heat," Xander taunted over the radio, "Stay out of the kitchen."
John looked longingly at the south wall, which had obligingly opened an access to a crawl space. The desire to win warred for a moment with the desire to win at any cost.
"Avenge me, Sheppard!" Rodney yelled.
"I'm a little busy right now, McKay."
"Stop it, Sheppard," House snarled.
"Stop what?" John asked, turning away from the duct and training his sights on the door.
"I'm on to you, Colonel. You're a cheater."
The door slid open, and John's finger tightened on the trigger. He was at a bad angle, though, and could not see anything beyond the door jam.
"Didn't your momma ever tell you cheaters never prosper?" House continued, and something rolled across through the door. John barely had time to curl up into a ball before there was a pfft!
noise, and most of the room was colored a lovely shade of pink. John checked himself over, and discovered spatters of pink across his left leg.
"HEY!" John protested, storming out into the hallway to confront the other team, who was grinning and giving each other high fives. "Grenades are cheating
"We could use grenades?" Rodney chimed in. "Why didn't anyone tell me we could use grenades?"