'Ah, Seventeen' by Jones and Ashes
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sga_flashficTitle: Ah, Seventeen
Author: Jones and Ashes
Challenge: This Can't Be Happening
Warnings: Gen!
Feedback: ...Is yummy, and both positive and negative would be appreciated.
Summary: "What happened, man?" Beckett demanded when he saw them.
"How's the shoulder?" John was pretty sure he was mid-twenties now; he certainly felt like he was getting smaller. Unless Dr. Zelenka was getting bigger? Meetings were bad enough, but good grief, time warps made his head hurt.
Grumpily walking beside him, McKay snorted.
"The blood loss will kill me before we even get to the gate room," he grumbled. Carson ‘humphed’ from a little to John's right, but otherwise opted not to comment.
John looked up and gave his team-mate a sideways once-over. The bandage, though indeed bloodstained, was still firmly in place. And the hair, now at least three inches long, flopped happily around Rodney's ears. Ah, seventeen.
"Stop smiling!"
The major flashed another grin before returning his gaze to the long, dark corridor ahead of them, adjusting the 8-year-old deadweight slumped on his back and currently drooling on his shoulder.
* * *
The meeting was taking longer than anyone had anticipated. John had already done his bit, Teyla and Ford had already done their bits, but McKay's bit had turned into a rant that nobody quite knew how to put a stop to. Usually, John would exchange glances with Weir when McKay got carried away and then they would take turns telling him 'that's enough for now, Rodney.'
Only Elizabeth Weir appeared absolutely riveted by Rodney's explanation of how the now broken power transmitter the Ancients used had worked as opposed to the one the unfriendly aliens had used on the planet they'd visited yesterday. John tapped his fingers on the table. The lecture had stopped being relevant - let alone understandable - about five minutes ago. Hang on... were her eyes glazed over? John cocked his head.
"Well, Rodney," he said loudly, and Elizabeth jerked only slightly, "I think that's enough for now. Are we done here, Dr. Weir?"
She nodded. His team left, but John hesitated in the doorway.
"You okay?"
"Yeah." She smiled. "Just can't seem to concentrate today. Reminds me of my college years, actually." They laughed.
The radio John had left lying on the table crackled to life, Rodney's voice barely audible over the static. It almost sounded like there were several voices coming from completely different places at the same time, over the same unit. Weir frowned.
"That's strange."
"Yeah." John nodded in agreement. "We'll have to get that fixed."
* * *
"Here it comes!" shouted McKay, shrinking rapidly even as he spoke.
John grabbed the side of the wall for support, expecting some kind of 'I'm a Time Warp, Hear Me Roar' announcement complete with explosions and tremors and maybe even fireworks. The others followed suit. Teyla turned to him and started to say something, but then all sound was gone as shuddering, unsettling quiet forcefully consumed the room. He could see Rodney's fingers rapidly moving across the keyboard of his laptop, and Dr. Weir silently cooing to a teary-eyed, not-quite-six Radek, and the considerably confused Ancient that just entered the control room.
John waved at him.
And then it was mind-blowingly loud. Centuries of voices filled the city, hundreds of different people and things trying to be exactly where John was standing. There wasn't enough room for everything - he was going to be smothered by the things, how could there possibly be enough t -
* * *
"What happened, man?" Beckett demanded when he saw them. Rodney, not looking a day over nineteen, clutched his arm and glared at the mousy-haired boy building a fort out of clipboards.
"McKay thinks it's a time-warp," John offered.
Carson zipped around the room collecting bandages and syringes and muttering about tests, occasionally pausing to absently pat Radek on the head. McKay, while having his shoulder taken care of, talked a mile-a-minute about the planet they'd visited yesterday and creepy alien entities and getting back to the gate room.
And here John had thought (what he hoped was) just three hours before that Rodney's voice could not possibly get any more grating.
Shows what he knows.
* * *
-ime for them to all exist? They were all going to -
"...even now!"
John opened his eyes, unaware that he'd squeezed them shut. He turned to Beckett, the source of the sound. Carson still had his mouth open.
"Well," said Rodney breathlessly from on the floor, as though he couldn't quite get enough air. "I guess it worked." He fished in his pants pocket for Zelenka's glasses, then handed them to him. Radek wordlessly slipped them on his nose and helped Rodney to his feet.
"Um, good." Weir was brushing herself off. "Can we be sure it's really gone?" She looked undoubtedly the correct age.
McKay closed his laptop with finality and fished a peach-flavoured power bar out of his pants pocket.
“It’s gone,” said John.
Author: Jones and Ashes
Challenge: This Can't Be Happening
Warnings: Gen!
Feedback: ...Is yummy, and both positive and negative would be appreciated.
Summary: "What happened, man?" Beckett demanded when he saw them.
"How's the shoulder?" John was pretty sure he was mid-twenties now; he certainly felt like he was getting smaller. Unless Dr. Zelenka was getting bigger? Meetings were bad enough, but good grief, time warps made his head hurt.
Grumpily walking beside him, McKay snorted.
"The blood loss will kill me before we even get to the gate room," he grumbled. Carson ‘humphed’ from a little to John's right, but otherwise opted not to comment.
John looked up and gave his team-mate a sideways once-over. The bandage, though indeed bloodstained, was still firmly in place. And the hair, now at least three inches long, flopped happily around Rodney's ears. Ah, seventeen.
"Stop smiling!"
The major flashed another grin before returning his gaze to the long, dark corridor ahead of them, adjusting the 8-year-old deadweight slumped on his back and currently drooling on his shoulder.
* * *
The meeting was taking longer than anyone had anticipated. John had already done his bit, Teyla and Ford had already done their bits, but McKay's bit had turned into a rant that nobody quite knew how to put a stop to. Usually, John would exchange glances with Weir when McKay got carried away and then they would take turns telling him 'that's enough for now, Rodney.'
Only Elizabeth Weir appeared absolutely riveted by Rodney's explanation of how the now broken power transmitter the Ancients used had worked as opposed to the one the unfriendly aliens had used on the planet they'd visited yesterday. John tapped his fingers on the table. The lecture had stopped being relevant - let alone understandable - about five minutes ago. Hang on... were her eyes glazed over? John cocked his head.
"Well, Rodney," he said loudly, and Elizabeth jerked only slightly, "I think that's enough for now. Are we done here, Dr. Weir?"
She nodded. His team left, but John hesitated in the doorway.
"You okay?"
"Yeah." She smiled. "Just can't seem to concentrate today. Reminds me of my college years, actually." They laughed.
The radio John had left lying on the table crackled to life, Rodney's voice barely audible over the static. It almost sounded like there were several voices coming from completely different places at the same time, over the same unit. Weir frowned.
"That's strange."
"Yeah." John nodded in agreement. "We'll have to get that fixed."
* * *
"Here it comes!" shouted McKay, shrinking rapidly even as he spoke.
John grabbed the side of the wall for support, expecting some kind of 'I'm a Time Warp, Hear Me Roar' announcement complete with explosions and tremors and maybe even fireworks. The others followed suit. Teyla turned to him and started to say something, but then all sound was gone as shuddering, unsettling quiet forcefully consumed the room. He could see Rodney's fingers rapidly moving across the keyboard of his laptop, and Dr. Weir silently cooing to a teary-eyed, not-quite-six Radek, and the considerably confused Ancient that just entered the control room.
John waved at him.
And then it was mind-blowingly loud. Centuries of voices filled the city, hundreds of different people and things trying to be exactly where John was standing. There wasn't enough room for everything - he was going to be smothered by the things, how could there possibly be enough t -
* * *
"What happened, man?" Beckett demanded when he saw them. Rodney, not looking a day over nineteen, clutched his arm and glared at the mousy-haired boy building a fort out of clipboards.
"McKay thinks it's a time-warp," John offered.
Carson zipped around the room collecting bandages and syringes and muttering about tests, occasionally pausing to absently pat Radek on the head. McKay, while having his shoulder taken care of, talked a mile-a-minute about the planet they'd visited yesterday and creepy alien entities and getting back to the gate room.
And here John had thought (what he hoped was) just three hours before that Rodney's voice could not possibly get any more grating.
Shows what he knows.
* * *
-ime for them to all exist? They were all going to -
"...even now!"
John opened his eyes, unaware that he'd squeezed them shut. He turned to Beckett, the source of the sound. Carson still had his mouth open.
"Well," said Rodney breathlessly from on the floor, as though he couldn't quite get enough air. "I guess it worked." He fished in his pants pocket for Zelenka's glasses, then handed them to him. Radek wordlessly slipped them on his nose and helped Rodney to his feet.
"Um, good." Weir was brushing herself off. "Can we be sure it's really gone?" She looked undoubtedly the correct age.
McKay closed his laptop with finality and fished a peach-flavoured power bar out of his pants pocket.
“It’s gone,” said John.
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