They are not mine. If they were I'd be actually making money from this gig.
Lorne, Cadman, McKay, Teyla and Ronon were sitting together in the mess hall when Sheppard joined them. He looked at Lorne as he said “You will be happy to hear that I have finally finished the reports you have been nagging me to finish, including the one of that Charlie Foxtrot with Ford. I guess its hit me that we will probably never see him again. Even if we do find him we may never be able to bring him home.”
At that Cadman fled the mess hall in tears. “Well done, Colonel.” Rodney sneered. “next time pour lemon juice into my coffee. It would be less malicious.” he said following her.
“Show some tact.” Lorne hissed “Sir” he added as an after thought as he left.
A good quarter of the mostly male personnel in the mess were already following, while Zelenka, who was sitting at the next table looked just short of physical violence as he stormed out.
“Did that just happen?”
“You mean where Dr. McKay showed greater tact and empathy then you?” Teyla asked, her tone just this side of sarcastic.
“That squirrelly guy was ready to kill you. Probably would have too.” Ronon grunted.
John had just stood up to get some more desert when Heightmeyer walked up to John and punched him sending him crashing to the ground. “I can‘t believe what you did you insensitive bastard.” she yelled, her voice shrill with indignation, before turning on her heel and marched out.
And that was how it began.
For the next week Sheppard was persona non grata to nearly a quarter of the expedition including McKay, Lorne and a good third of the marines. He asked a few of the people who were talking to him, no one knew why.
The odd thing was Chang Ye, a chemist who had hated Cadman on sight had taken her side, while Carson who had been dating Cadman since she had been rescued from McKay’s head had no idea what was going on.
In the end John spent five hours locked in with Elizabeth and Teyla writing the best apology he could. Cadman had accepted after a very public apology, but all of Atlantis was now aware of the strange group within their ranks.
They were united by who knew what, loyal beyond personal grudges and most of the best and brightest minds and fighters on the expedition.