Rising Above
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Stargate: SG-1 › Stargate Atlantis
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
3,332
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own Stargate Atlantis, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Carter and O'Neill
The same airman from earlier brought him his suit case. He set the one extra set of clothing in the large dresser.
He watched the clock and twiddled his thumbs until 3:55 exactly when the airman came back again. He escorted him through the concrete maze, down the elevator, and back to the command center.
Lights and sirens were signaling some major event, and Rodney prepared himself for disappointment. He stood next to the general and Dr. Carter in front of a window looking over a moving metallic ring.
Suddenly, a fountain of water rushed toward his head, and he fell to the ground. Carter helped him back to his feet, and the general laughed at him.
"Receiving SG-4's IDC," said a bald man sitting at a computer.
"SG-4 to Stargate Command."
"This is General O'Neill. We read you, SG-4."
"Mission on schedule. Request permission to debrief SG-2 on site. We'd ah, like to stay for a while longer if you don't mind, General. Ready to receive SG-2."
The general smiled. "Take your time, Kowalski. SG-2, you have a go." The soldiers marched up the ramp leading up to the pool of vertical water.
Rodney was nearly lost his lunch as he watched the soldiers disappear.
"Pretty impressive, isn't it?" asked the blond goddess.
Pretty indeed. "I, um, how . . ."
"I'll set you up with some of the archives in the library."
Either because seeing a giant ball of water explode toward him and swallow four human beings onto another planet, or because he had had two cups of coffee, or both, Rodney was restless. He had so many questions.
Was time dilation a recognizable factor for those who traversed through the wormhole? How long could the wormhole sustain itself? He couldn't sit in the library for another minute. He needed answers now.
He was so preoccupied with his thoughts as he made his way to Carter's office down the hall from the library that he neglected to announce his presence before opening her door.
His mind went blank once it was open.
Dr. Carter was lying on her desk, a lamp on its side on the floor, and the grey-haired General between her legs. He held her wrists to the desk, and it was obvious to Rodney that he was forcing himself upon her.
"Hey!" he yelled before he thought, and he pulled at the general's shoulders, still in his sky-blue Air Force uniform. "Get off of her!"
The general stood, his hair disheveled, and he leapt toward McKay. McKay was slammed against a wall with the general's arm cutting off his air.
"You're fucking lucky Sheppard likes you. Mind your own business from now on!" He released McKay, straightened his hair and left the office.
McKay coughed, rubbed his throat, and asked, "Are you alright?" to the too-beautiful-for-her-own-good doctor.
She was near tears. "I'm fine. He's right, you should mind your own business."
She attempted to smooth her own hair and straighten her wrinkled dress.
"Listen, I know I'm the new guy, but that's no reason not to ask for help if you need it. Do you want to see a physician or something?"
"No, no. I'm fine. He didn't do anything." She was trying not to cry. "You don't know what it's like here. If you want to work here, you have to do whatever they want. Whatever it is."
"You deserve to be treated better than this. This is ridiculous." He offered a tissue from a cabinet top.
"That's sweet of you. Take my advice; decide to either walk out of this place right now, or be prepared to sell your soul to the devil." She blew her nose.
"There must be something you can do. Someone you can tell who can put an end to this. How long has he been doing this?"
"It started right after I got here. O'Neill is a three star general, and if he wants me, there is no one in the world who can stop him. This is a joint private and military operation. The military has to tip-toe around whatever the general's people want."
McKay offered a token hand on her shoulder and she shook it off. "Sorry."
"S'alright."
"I need to clean up," she sniffled. "You should go back to your room, too."
"Yeah, right. If you ever need help . . ."
"That's sweet of you, but I don't think so. I'll be fine. I have been for the past eight years."
Rodney walked her to her room despite her protest before going to his room down the long hallway. He opened the door to find his lights already on and Colonel Sheppard standing by his bed. He was wearing only a black shirt, green pants, and boots and he held two glasses of bubbling champagne in his hands.
He watched the clock and twiddled his thumbs until 3:55 exactly when the airman came back again. He escorted him through the concrete maze, down the elevator, and back to the command center.
Lights and sirens were signaling some major event, and Rodney prepared himself for disappointment. He stood next to the general and Dr. Carter in front of a window looking over a moving metallic ring.
Suddenly, a fountain of water rushed toward his head, and he fell to the ground. Carter helped him back to his feet, and the general laughed at him.
"Receiving SG-4's IDC," said a bald man sitting at a computer.
"SG-4 to Stargate Command."
"This is General O'Neill. We read you, SG-4."
"Mission on schedule. Request permission to debrief SG-2 on site. We'd ah, like to stay for a while longer if you don't mind, General. Ready to receive SG-2."
The general smiled. "Take your time, Kowalski. SG-2, you have a go." The soldiers marched up the ramp leading up to the pool of vertical water.
Rodney was nearly lost his lunch as he watched the soldiers disappear.
"Pretty impressive, isn't it?" asked the blond goddess.
Pretty indeed. "I, um, how . . ."
"I'll set you up with some of the archives in the library."
Either because seeing a giant ball of water explode toward him and swallow four human beings onto another planet, or because he had had two cups of coffee, or both, Rodney was restless. He had so many questions.
Was time dilation a recognizable factor for those who traversed through the wormhole? How long could the wormhole sustain itself? He couldn't sit in the library for another minute. He needed answers now.
He was so preoccupied with his thoughts as he made his way to Carter's office down the hall from the library that he neglected to announce his presence before opening her door.
His mind went blank once it was open.
Dr. Carter was lying on her desk, a lamp on its side on the floor, and the grey-haired General between her legs. He held her wrists to the desk, and it was obvious to Rodney that he was forcing himself upon her.
"Hey!" he yelled before he thought, and he pulled at the general's shoulders, still in his sky-blue Air Force uniform. "Get off of her!"
The general stood, his hair disheveled, and he leapt toward McKay. McKay was slammed against a wall with the general's arm cutting off his air.
"You're fucking lucky Sheppard likes you. Mind your own business from now on!" He released McKay, straightened his hair and left the office.
McKay coughed, rubbed his throat, and asked, "Are you alright?" to the too-beautiful-for-her-own-good doctor.
She was near tears. "I'm fine. He's right, you should mind your own business."
She attempted to smooth her own hair and straighten her wrinkled dress.
"Listen, I know I'm the new guy, but that's no reason not to ask for help if you need it. Do you want to see a physician or something?"
"No, no. I'm fine. He didn't do anything." She was trying not to cry. "You don't know what it's like here. If you want to work here, you have to do whatever they want. Whatever it is."
"You deserve to be treated better than this. This is ridiculous." He offered a tissue from a cabinet top.
"That's sweet of you. Take my advice; decide to either walk out of this place right now, or be prepared to sell your soul to the devil." She blew her nose.
"There must be something you can do. Someone you can tell who can put an end to this. How long has he been doing this?"
"It started right after I got here. O'Neill is a three star general, and if he wants me, there is no one in the world who can stop him. This is a joint private and military operation. The military has to tip-toe around whatever the general's people want."
McKay offered a token hand on her shoulder and she shook it off. "Sorry."
"S'alright."
"I need to clean up," she sniffled. "You should go back to your room, too."
"Yeah, right. If you ever need help . . ."
"That's sweet of you, but I don't think so. I'll be fine. I have been for the past eight years."
Rodney walked her to her room despite her protest before going to his room down the long hallway. He opened the door to find his lights already on and Colonel Sheppard standing by his bed. He was wearing only a black shirt, green pants, and boots and he held two glasses of bubbling champagne in his hands.