Fic: No Excuse For Ignorance
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mensa_auTitle: No Excuse For Ignorance
Pairing or *Character(s)*: Aiden Ford, Carson Beckett, John Sheppard, Rod McKay
SGA-verse or MENSA-verse: MENSA-verse
Rating: PG
Warnings: Spoilers for Rising and Thirty-eight Minutes.
Notes: Um, someone wanted a Mensa!Ford story, so I spent some time thinking where he would fit. It was hard, as I had Sheppard not military so they wouldn't really know each other all that well at first. I hope this is all right; it's just a glimpse, nothing big.
No Excuse For Ignorance
"I'm fine, doc," Aiden pleaded, going to sit up only to be pushed back down by a firm hand. "It was only a few seconds."
Carson just fixed him with an unamused look. "I'll be the judge of that, now," he stated, pressing the stethoscope to the younger man's chest. "You needed that oxygen for quite a bit back there."
"Yeah, but I'm fine now. You should be worrying about the Colonel, not me," he insisted, pointing to the bed a couple down from his. "He had the bug attached to his neck."
Sumner glanced over from where he was speaking with Major Wells. "Don't remind me, Lieutenant," he said gruffly. "You did good work out there today."
"Thank you, sir, but if it hadn't been for Dr. McKay guiding me over the radios we wouldn't be sitting here."
"I'll be sure to thank him." Sumner said, nodding, then he turned back to Wells, outlining all the duties to be done while he was in the infirmary the next few days.
Aiden turned to Carson, who was still hovering and dropped his voice. "It would have been better if McKay had been there with us."
"Just what I need, more of you going offworld and getting yourselves injured," Carson clucked. "Though it is a good idea. Before today I wouldn't have thought so, but if you hadn't been able to speak with Rod then we'd have lost many good men today."
Aiden nodded. "Where is he, by the way?"
"In the Jumper Bay still, I believe, making sure there wasn't any permanent damage done."
"Great," he replied, jumping to his feet. "I want to go thank him in person."
"Now hang on, I haven't released you yet." Carson frowned, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"I'm fine," Aiden repeated, then nodded over at Sumner. "Does the Colonel look a little worn to you? Major Wells has been here for a while now."
"Aye, and keeping the Colonel from much needed rest," the doctor agreed, muttering to himself as he strode determinedly over to the other bed. "All right, visiting hours are now over, Major."
Aiden grinned and slipped out while Carson was busy arguing with the other two. He was fine, really, and didn't need to hear for the fourth time about the slim 'but still very possible' chance of brain damage. If the doctor had his way they'd all be kept in Atlantis and in the main section out of harm's way, and he let them know it.
He made it to the Jumper Bay without the doctor chasing him down and went over to where the Puddlejumper was resting. Looking inside he saw Dr. McKay inspecting the control panel Aiden had had to use to retract the drive pod. He was speaking with Sheppard, who was sitting in the pilot's seat and...crooning? To the ship as he pulled up the displays McKay asked for.
"This wouldn't have happened if I'd been flying." Sheppard muttered.
"You've told me," McKay said easily, focusing on the readings. "And I've told you, there was no way you could have gotten the Jumper through the 'Gate and not get stuck."
"I wouldn't have gotten shot in the first place." the other man replied in an annoyed tone, pulling up another display and letting out a distressed noise.
McKay sighed. "It'll be fine."
"Shouldn't have taught them how to fly," he grumbled. "Then they wouldn't be out there getting my ships shot and damaged. They'd be right here where I could take care of them."
Aiden smiled slightly, stepping up into the Jumper. "You're starting to sound like Dr. Beckett there, Sheppard."
The two men looked up after he spoke, McKay smiling in greeting and Sheppard meeting his gaze blank and even. They hadn't spoken much since the rescue mission they'd taken to get back Sumner and the others. Every time they saw each other he knew they were reminded of him pulling the trigger on Sgt. Bates and Sheppard killing the Wraith Queen. It wasn't the type of thing that started a friendship, especially after the grilling Sumner put them through once they got back.
"Lieutenant, good to see you out of the infirmary," McKay said. "How's Colonel Sumner?"
"Beckett's keeping him for the rest of the week," Aiden replied. "It shouldn't take that long for him to get back on his feet, but the doc just wants to be sure."
"Yes, Carson's a bit of a worrier," he gave an indulgent smile. "Best to let him do what he thinks is necessary. I'd be worried, too; that bug sounded nasty."
Sheppard grimaced at that, leaning back in his chair and going back to his displays without a word.
"Yeah. Anyway, I just came by to thank you for helping me fix the drive pod," Aiden said, standing a little straighter. "You saved our lives."
McKay gave a slight smile and shrugged his shoulders. "Thanks, but you were the one that did it right without even being familiar with the equipment."
He thought he could hear Sheppard muttering in the front of the Jumper, but Aiden just smiled back. "I wanted to talk to you about that, actually. I know Colonel Sumner didn't want any civilians going offworld, but we've failed to realize the gap in our knowledge that makes. Anything could go wrong with these Jumpers," and he definitely heard Sheppard grumble something about not letting them get shot in the first place. "And we wont always be able to get into contact with Atlantis to be talked through fixing them. It would be good to have someone who knew what they were doing there in case something happens."
McKay looked surprised, but pleased. "I think it would be a very good idea, Ford. I'll bring it up at the next staff meeting."
"Hey," Sheppard turned around to face them again. "If the scientists get to go offworld then I want to be allowed to pilot the Jumpers offworld, too. I'm the best pilot here and I'm stuck giving crash courses to everyone else on the 'safe worlds.'"
"All right, all right," McKay promised, raising a hand to calm the other man. "I'll bring that up as well. Should I make a list?"
"Well, actually-"
Aiden watched as McKay silenced the other man with an exasperated look. "John."
"You're right; we should start with the small stuff first, then work up." Sheppard nodded and turned back to his displays again.
McKay met Aiden's gaze with another smile. "I'll be sure to mention it; Elizabeth will probably be for it as well once I explain. Thanks."
"No problem," Aiden replied, starting to turn. "I'll leave you to this, then."
McKay bid him goodnight and Aiden headed back to his room, letting the walk take the tension out of his body. He'd never been so scared as when he'd had to start literally poking at that console. Even on the SGC teams you had people that knew the 'Gate tech, since something always seemed to go wrong on one world or another. Here, he thought guiltily, they were really all just grunts. Only a small handful had even been through the 'Gate before coming to Atlantis. This would be for the best, and hopefully Dr. McKay and Dr. Weir could convince the Colonel of that.
Pairing or *Character(s)*: Aiden Ford, Carson Beckett, John Sheppard, Rod McKay
SGA-verse or MENSA-verse: MENSA-verse
Rating: PG
Warnings: Spoilers for Rising and Thirty-eight Minutes.
Notes: Um, someone wanted a Mensa!Ford story, so I spent some time thinking where he would fit. It was hard, as I had Sheppard not military so they wouldn't really know each other all that well at first. I hope this is all right; it's just a glimpse, nothing big.
No Excuse For Ignorance
"I'm fine, doc," Aiden pleaded, going to sit up only to be pushed back down by a firm hand. "It was only a few seconds."
Carson just fixed him with an unamused look. "I'll be the judge of that, now," he stated, pressing the stethoscope to the younger man's chest. "You needed that oxygen for quite a bit back there."
"Yeah, but I'm fine now. You should be worrying about the Colonel, not me," he insisted, pointing to the bed a couple down from his. "He had the bug attached to his neck."
Sumner glanced over from where he was speaking with Major Wells. "Don't remind me, Lieutenant," he said gruffly. "You did good work out there today."
"Thank you, sir, but if it hadn't been for Dr. McKay guiding me over the radios we wouldn't be sitting here."
"I'll be sure to thank him." Sumner said, nodding, then he turned back to Wells, outlining all the duties to be done while he was in the infirmary the next few days.
Aiden turned to Carson, who was still hovering and dropped his voice. "It would have been better if McKay had been there with us."
"Just what I need, more of you going offworld and getting yourselves injured," Carson clucked. "Though it is a good idea. Before today I wouldn't have thought so, but if you hadn't been able to speak with Rod then we'd have lost many good men today."
Aiden nodded. "Where is he, by the way?"
"In the Jumper Bay still, I believe, making sure there wasn't any permanent damage done."
"Great," he replied, jumping to his feet. "I want to go thank him in person."
"Now hang on, I haven't released you yet." Carson frowned, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"I'm fine," Aiden repeated, then nodded over at Sumner. "Does the Colonel look a little worn to you? Major Wells has been here for a while now."
"Aye, and keeping the Colonel from much needed rest," the doctor agreed, muttering to himself as he strode determinedly over to the other bed. "All right, visiting hours are now over, Major."
Aiden grinned and slipped out while Carson was busy arguing with the other two. He was fine, really, and didn't need to hear for the fourth time about the slim 'but still very possible' chance of brain damage. If the doctor had his way they'd all be kept in Atlantis and in the main section out of harm's way, and he let them know it.
He made it to the Jumper Bay without the doctor chasing him down and went over to where the Puddlejumper was resting. Looking inside he saw Dr. McKay inspecting the control panel Aiden had had to use to retract the drive pod. He was speaking with Sheppard, who was sitting in the pilot's seat and...crooning? To the ship as he pulled up the displays McKay asked for.
"This wouldn't have happened if I'd been flying." Sheppard muttered.
"You've told me," McKay said easily, focusing on the readings. "And I've told you, there was no way you could have gotten the Jumper through the 'Gate and not get stuck."
"I wouldn't have gotten shot in the first place." the other man replied in an annoyed tone, pulling up another display and letting out a distressed noise.
McKay sighed. "It'll be fine."
"Shouldn't have taught them how to fly," he grumbled. "Then they wouldn't be out there getting my ships shot and damaged. They'd be right here where I could take care of them."
Aiden smiled slightly, stepping up into the Jumper. "You're starting to sound like Dr. Beckett there, Sheppard."
The two men looked up after he spoke, McKay smiling in greeting and Sheppard meeting his gaze blank and even. They hadn't spoken much since the rescue mission they'd taken to get back Sumner and the others. Every time they saw each other he knew they were reminded of him pulling the trigger on Sgt. Bates and Sheppard killing the Wraith Queen. It wasn't the type of thing that started a friendship, especially after the grilling Sumner put them through once they got back.
"Lieutenant, good to see you out of the infirmary," McKay said. "How's Colonel Sumner?"
"Beckett's keeping him for the rest of the week," Aiden replied. "It shouldn't take that long for him to get back on his feet, but the doc just wants to be sure."
"Yes, Carson's a bit of a worrier," he gave an indulgent smile. "Best to let him do what he thinks is necessary. I'd be worried, too; that bug sounded nasty."
Sheppard grimaced at that, leaning back in his chair and going back to his displays without a word.
"Yeah. Anyway, I just came by to thank you for helping me fix the drive pod," Aiden said, standing a little straighter. "You saved our lives."
McKay gave a slight smile and shrugged his shoulders. "Thanks, but you were the one that did it right without even being familiar with the equipment."
He thought he could hear Sheppard muttering in the front of the Jumper, but Aiden just smiled back. "I wanted to talk to you about that, actually. I know Colonel Sumner didn't want any civilians going offworld, but we've failed to realize the gap in our knowledge that makes. Anything could go wrong with these Jumpers," and he definitely heard Sheppard grumble something about not letting them get shot in the first place. "And we wont always be able to get into contact with Atlantis to be talked through fixing them. It would be good to have someone who knew what they were doing there in case something happens."
McKay looked surprised, but pleased. "I think it would be a very good idea, Ford. I'll bring it up at the next staff meeting."
"Hey," Sheppard turned around to face them again. "If the scientists get to go offworld then I want to be allowed to pilot the Jumpers offworld, too. I'm the best pilot here and I'm stuck giving crash courses to everyone else on the 'safe worlds.'"
"All right, all right," McKay promised, raising a hand to calm the other man. "I'll bring that up as well. Should I make a list?"
"Well, actually-"
Aiden watched as McKay silenced the other man with an exasperated look. "John."
"You're right; we should start with the small stuff first, then work up." Sheppard nodded and turned back to his displays again.
McKay met Aiden's gaze with another smile. "I'll be sure to mention it; Elizabeth will probably be for it as well once I explain. Thanks."
"No problem," Aiden replied, starting to turn. "I'll leave you to this, then."
McKay bid him goodnight and Aiden headed back to his room, letting the walk take the tension out of his body. He'd never been so scared as when he'd had to start literally poking at that console. Even on the SGC teams you had people that knew the 'Gate tech, since something always seemed to go wrong on one world or another. Here, he thought guiltily, they were really all just grunts. Only a small handful had even been through the 'Gate before coming to Atlantis. This would be for the best, and hopefully Dr. McKay and Dr. Weir could convince the Colonel of that.
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