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windemereDisclaimer: Neither Stargate: Atlantis nor The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy are mine.
AN: Part the Fourth. Of, I still have no idea. OMG I UPDATED IT. And it is still crack. And there will be more soon.
“You’re sure it’s not just invisible?”
Rodney McKay looked, for the first time in his life, ready to kill with his bare hands.
“Right,” the Colonel answered for himself.
“Alright, ladies and gentlemen, perhaps we should all sit down and think this through – rationally.” That sounded like an amazingly logical idea. It also allowed the good Doctor an extra moment to retrieve the the jagged pieces of what was left of his sanity.
“Is it possible this is some safe-guard or other the Ancients themselves put into place?” Doctor Weir asked. It was, all around, a generally good thought since it succeeded in two rather spectacularly sound ways: one, it meant the situation was probably understandable if not fixable, and two, that it was most certainly not their fault.
So, of course, it was the perfect reasoning for Rodney McKay, who had already come to the conclusion that neither of his hands nor his brain had in any way been responsible for this particular situation.
In response he began typing furiously on his data pad, mumbling along all the while in a language that wasn’t entirely English or really belonged to any culture in the known (or unknown) universe. It’s a well regarded fact that all geniuses will, at some point in their lives, develop a language that only they can understand in a vain attempt to distance themselves from all below them. Really, it was just a way to make them look smarter by confusing everyone else.
It never failed to work. This situation being an excellent example, since everyone in the room was certain that the vague mumblings meant that the Doctor had come up with an understanding of the problem and was quickly working towards a solution that would set everything to rights.
“Huh.”
Or not.
“Right, well, I suppose it all had to end sometime. Good day for it.” The sarcasm dripping from John Sheppard’s voice would have been clear to a very dimwitted Hydoxeen (who are famous for being the stupidest creatures in all of existence). However, it was lost on Doctor McKay, who was clearly not listening.
“The planet still exists.”
Stunned silence. Hadn’t they recently had this very same conversation?
“Rodney...” Six very different voices ground out in varying degrees of an emotion suspiciously close to annoyed.
“Right. Well, the planet exists, and the city exists, and technically neither of them – us- have moved.”
“Then where is the planet?”
“No idea. I’m just explaining that it still exists. Hasn’t gone bye-bye, poof, boom, or any other childish sounding word you’d care to use. It is still completely intact and probably quite safe...”
A pause.
“Somewhere else.”
“And how does that help us?” Their fearless leader ground out between gnashing teeth; a sound that didn’t at all suit her.
“Well, if it exists somewhere then all we have to do is find it.”
John Sheppard took a deep breath and opened his mouth to declare, in true fashion, the obvious flaw in that statement. The Doctor wasn’t about to let him get away with it again.
“It exists right here, right where we left it – or it left us – and it is has neither moved nor vanished nor disappeared. Well, it has disappeared, in the literally sense of the word, but that implies it’s gone completely and I’ve just explained that it hasn’t.”
“You mean it’s in another dimension?”
Six heads swung round to stare in shocked dismay at the Colonel’s tried and true second-in-command.
“What?” said second-in-command stared back, “I watch a lot of sci-fi.”
The Doctor seemed incapable of forming words, though his mouth was moving in a rather excellent representation of a fish.
AN: Part the Fourth. Of, I still have no idea. OMG I UPDATED IT. And it is still crack. And there will be more soon.
“You’re sure it’s not just invisible?”
Rodney McKay looked, for the first time in his life, ready to kill with his bare hands.
“Right,” the Colonel answered for himself.
“Alright, ladies and gentlemen, perhaps we should all sit down and think this through – rationally.” That sounded like an amazingly logical idea. It also allowed the good Doctor an extra moment to retrieve the the jagged pieces of what was left of his sanity.
“Is it possible this is some safe-guard or other the Ancients themselves put into place?” Doctor Weir asked. It was, all around, a generally good thought since it succeeded in two rather spectacularly sound ways: one, it meant the situation was probably understandable if not fixable, and two, that it was most certainly not their fault.
So, of course, it was the perfect reasoning for Rodney McKay, who had already come to the conclusion that neither of his hands nor his brain had in any way been responsible for this particular situation.
In response he began typing furiously on his data pad, mumbling along all the while in a language that wasn’t entirely English or really belonged to any culture in the known (or unknown) universe. It’s a well regarded fact that all geniuses will, at some point in their lives, develop a language that only they can understand in a vain attempt to distance themselves from all below them. Really, it was just a way to make them look smarter by confusing everyone else.
It never failed to work. This situation being an excellent example, since everyone in the room was certain that the vague mumblings meant that the Doctor had come up with an understanding of the problem and was quickly working towards a solution that would set everything to rights.
“Huh.”
Or not.
“Right, well, I suppose it all had to end sometime. Good day for it.” The sarcasm dripping from John Sheppard’s voice would have been clear to a very dimwitted Hydoxeen (who are famous for being the stupidest creatures in all of existence). However, it was lost on Doctor McKay, who was clearly not listening.
“The planet still exists.”
Stunned silence. Hadn’t they recently had this very same conversation?
“Rodney...” Six very different voices ground out in varying degrees of an emotion suspiciously close to annoyed.
“Right. Well, the planet exists, and the city exists, and technically neither of them – us- have moved.”
“Then where is the planet?”
“No idea. I’m just explaining that it still exists. Hasn’t gone bye-bye, poof, boom, or any other childish sounding word you’d care to use. It is still completely intact and probably quite safe...”
A pause.
“Somewhere else.”
“And how does that help us?” Their fearless leader ground out between gnashing teeth; a sound that didn’t at all suit her.
“Well, if it exists somewhere then all we have to do is find it.”
John Sheppard took a deep breath and opened his mouth to declare, in true fashion, the obvious flaw in that statement. The Doctor wasn’t about to let him get away with it again.
“It exists right here, right where we left it – or it left us – and it is has neither moved nor vanished nor disappeared. Well, it has disappeared, in the literally sense of the word, but that implies it’s gone completely and I’ve just explained that it hasn’t.”
“You mean it’s in another dimension?”
Six heads swung round to stare in shocked dismay at the Colonel’s tried and true second-in-command.
“What?” said second-in-command stared back, “I watch a lot of sci-fi.”
The Doctor seemed incapable of forming words, though his mouth was moving in a rather excellent representation of a fish.
