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“There’s no use whinging over it, kiddo. Just open your wings and go. The worst thing that could happen is that your Uncle John has to catch you. …Don’t make me push you.”
“C’mooooooooon, Taz! You can do it!”
Rodney’s voice cuts on through the radios mid-sentence, like he was fumbling for the right channel. «—now, dammit! Hello?!»
“Yeah, Rodney,” John calls back as he, Ronon, and Teyla wince in sync. ”Read you loud and clear. What’s up?”
«You should, ah, start running. Now. Very now.»
“You can see us already? That’s pretty impressive—”
«What part of ‘you’re being chased by a monster’ did you not understand, Colonel?!»
“What?! Monster?” They spin around, of course Rodney’s right, and the creature isn’t even that far back. ”Shit!!” The three of them break into a run, high-tailing it for the Jumper with considerably greater urgency than before. ”Rodney—”
«Faster. Faster. FASTER WOULD BE BETTER.»
“Colonel… how you doin’?”
Yawning little owl (by: Yves Adams)
“I’m gonna recommend sending a science team back here to check it out.”
“I AM a science team!”
«WALKING AWAY ISN’T GOING TO HELP, YOU KNOW, WHEN I CAN YELL AT YOU THROUGH THE RADIO. DISTANCE DOES NOT MAKE YOU ANY LESS STUPID—»
Sheppard taps his earpiece with a sigh, switching to the smooth country blues being broadcast from the Jumper instead.
Maybe if I sit in the back they won’t notice if I fall asleep…
“…It’ll have to do, but don’t consider this a get out of jail free card for any future projects. EVER. I’m only accepting this because if I don’t, we’d all be vapourised in a matter of minutes!”
Buffy Fish Owl by ColGould on Flickr.
Is it still mutiny even if you’re not the leader when the rest of the team turns on you? Cause it sure feels like it when they shove him forward towards ”Elder Wings” with the instruction to talk to him, Rodney.
«How the hell am I supposed to do that?!» he hissed back at them.
“Squawk and stuff?”
“Yanno, talk ‘bird.”
“Speak from the heart, Dr. McKay. Not the head.”«Right,» Rodney mutters to himself while settling his anxious feathers, and then goes native. It takes him a few failed attempts to get the dialect right -he’s a real scientist after all, not a linguist- before the older owl deigns to respond. They share a series of short chips, hoots, and one notable warble before Rodney turns back with a confused tilt in his shoulders. «I think.. It’s like a poetic password.»
Sheppard blinks. ”Like Speak ‘friend’ and enter?”
«More like You remind me of the babe.»
“What babe?” Teyla questions.
«Precisely.»
“What what?! Whatdoyouwant? I’m busy in here. Doing, uh, s-stuff. Rocket Science stuff you wouldn’t understand. GO AWAY.”
“Bullshit, too, Rodney! I smell CHOCOLATE.”
“I SAID ‘GOOD DAY’!”
“No, you said……. Okay, someone explain how he made the door-slam noise.”
