A/N: Hey all, just a short one today, sorry. Happy New Year, by the way! Please review, I crave your thoughts! love xx Shezzi
“Has Rodney come down yet?”asked Carson, glancing up as Willow entered the med lab carrying a tray of vials.
“I just ran into Zelenka in the hallway...apparently he’s still high as a kite, humming of all things, and stroking the damn thing. He says it’s creepy and most of the other scientists are either avoiding the labs entirely or tiptoeing around him like he’s something scary.”
“All of that for a ZPM with only seven percent charge...imagine if he ever got his hands on a fully charged one,” Carson commented.
“You should have been there when they entered the room, Carson, it was priceless,” Willow told him as she took one vial and started disseminating the fluid in it into her test tray, hands working steadily as she spoke. “The way everyone reacted...”Willow watched as they approached the room, keeping a close eye on her tablet computer as she studied the readouts she was getting from the city and forced herself not to display her own excitement as they finally reached the door.
Sergeant Bates, who was providing security for their team, and who had, for no reason she could explain, really irritated Willow, reached out and opened the door, bringing his weapon to bear on the room as he had in a routine that was now boringly familiar, then entering and standing aside to allow the scientists in.
As soon as the leader of their group, Doctor Yashimura, froze in the doorway, Willow knew she had seen it. The woman’s hand moved inhumanly fast as she slapped her earwig and called Doctor McKay to their location. They moved into the room, standing in a loose circle around the table that housed the precious object, babbling loudly while they waited for the abrasive lead scientist to arrive.
He had entered the room like a whirlwind, somehow shifting them all to the side of the room without them really seeming to move, and was gushing over the ZPM like a clucky woman with a baby. Willow, and the rest of the ‘unnecessary’ staff were soon chivvied out of the room, and soon after Willow had to report for her afternoon shift at the lab.
Willow had heard, via Yashimura, who had come by to get the gene therapy, that Rodney had gone almost catatonic when they got the power reading on the ZPM, and then started moving around the lab like a force of nature, grinning all the while, a rather terrifying spectacle.
Willow really wished she could have seen it for herself, and, responding to her idle thought, the city brought up the security footage it had recorded. Willow almost choked as she saw Doctor McKay’s eyes glaze over as he stroked the ZPM, and she quickly cut off the feed, shuddering.
“Willow? Are you alright?”Carson asked, seeing her shudder. “Are you cold?”
“No, Carson, I’m fine, just a...scary thought,” she replied, shaking her head slightly. She bowed her head over her work, determinedly working to erase the picture of Rodney’s ecstasy from her mind.
“That man is a xenophobic arsehole,” growled Willow as she glared after Sergeant Bates.
“He’s just trying to do his job,” Carson replied, his tone indicating that he didn’t really disagree with Willow’s assessment.
“I know, I just...prejudice really gets to me,” Willow replied.
“Which is a good thing, luv, particularly in our line of work, but it’s his job to look at things from the paranoid side of the coin. And the percentage of Wraith encounters with Colonel Shepherd’s team is decidedly off.”
Willow couldn’t deny the truth of that statement, having spent more time the past few weeks patching up her friends on SGA-1 than any other off-world team. “He still doesn’t have to be such an arse about it,” Willow grumbled as she cleaned up her used suture kit and dumped it in the trash.
Carson decided not to argue in favour of a man who actually pissed him off as well, instead turning his attention back to the stack of charts he had to sign off on before they could be filed.