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Naughty Child	By : ChibiAyane Category: Stargate: SG-1 > Stargate Atlantis Views: 1019 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Stargate or any of its characters. This story is written for fun only.

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Chapter 2
Radek was working on some repairs in the Chair Room, trying to keep his mind off the fact that Rodney and the rest of his team were in the infirmary. The rumor was that Colonel Sheppard was practically dead when he was brought in. That was hours ago and he hadn't heard anything since they'd been brought in. He didn't want to think about what that meant for the soldier that took care of them all every day.
His mind was on this when the Chair suddenly glowed bright blue while there was no occupant in it. The other lights in the city dimmed alarmingly. Radek clung to his tablet with a death grip as he watched strange metallic tendrils snake out from under the Chair that then darted out the door.
Radek yelped, grateful no one was there to hear him, then immediately went to follow the tendrils. His hand went to his communicator.
“Colonel Carter, we have a problem!” Radek shouted.
“What is it, Dr. Zelenka?” Carter answered him.
“There are... things that came out of the Control Chair,” he rattled off. “I don't know what they are. They're like... metal tentacles?”
"What?" Carter asked in confusion.
“I don't know!” Radek yelled. “They are moving through the hallways of the city at an alarming pace. I'm trying to follow them, but they've gotten ahead of me. I don't know where they are going!”
Radek heard people shout or scream in surprise as the tentacles passed them in the halls. Colonel Carter had gone silent for several moments, as Radek kept racing through corridors, trying to catch up to the tentacles.
“Nevermind, Zelenka, I see them. Get back to the Chair Room and figure out what's going on,” Colonel Carter barked at him through his earpiece.
Radek stopped fast, his shoe making a squeak on the floor as he doubled back, running back to the Chair when he heard Rodney shout into the coms.
“Radek, what the hell did you do?!” Rodney yelled. “What are these things?”
“I don't know!” Radek shouted back, frustrated that people kept snapping at him for an explanation he didn't have. “They came out of the Chair!” He paused as he rounded a corner. “Wait, why are you blaming me!?”
“I'm on my way,” Rodney responded, ignoring Zelenka's comment.
“Rodney, no!” Carter said over the communicator. “You're injured. You are to stay in the infirmary, that's an order.”
“Good thing I'm not military,” Rodney sniped. “Besides, I'm the only one smart enough to figure this out and you know it!”
Radek rolled his eyes as he ran back into the Chair Room and plugged his tablet into the base of the Chair to figure out what it was doing. He was joined by Rodney a couple of minutes later, who was pale and sweating, a wrap around his ribs, a bandage on his face and a brace on his right wrist. He yanked the tablet away from Radek, who rolled his eyes again.
“Rodney, I can figure this out without you!” Radek argued.
“No, you can't!” Rodney spat, tapping away at the screen of the tablet.
“Rodney, you're injured!” Radek argued.
“The tentacle things are headed for the infirmary,” Rodney said to himself, ignoring Zelenka. “Why?”
“Weren't you just in the infirmary?” Radek asked.
"No, I woke up and got the hell out of there! I didn't feel like being sedated again," Rodney grumbled. He tapped on the tablet some more but was disturbed by screaming and shouting over the coms.
"What the hell is going on?!" Jennifer's voice shrieked at anyone who was listening. "These... metal things just wrapped themselves around my patient!"
“They what?!” Rodney and Radek both yelled.
“Not John?” Rodney asked hopefully.
“Yes, John! I was in the middle of doing surgery!” Jennifer said. “And they just grabbed him and carried him away!”
“Rodney!” Carson chimed in with a calmer voice. “What's happening? Are we under attack or something?”
“No! I'm not sure,” Rodney replied, eyes on his tablet. “The interface isn't really cooperating. It's like it's mad or something, but I don't think it has anything to do with an attack. It's all coming from the Control Chair and the city's interface.”
“Well, the city does have a certain level of sentience, Rodney,” Carter said. “Where is it taking Colonel Sheppard?”
"I know that!" Rodney answered. After reading something on his screen, Rodney paused. "And I'd guess it's bringing him here!" He sighed, grumbling under his breath. "Okay, if I'm interpreting this correctly, the city is angry. I didn't know it could feel emotions much less something as complex as anger. It's a computer for god's sake! But it's mad at John specifically," he said, just in time for the tentacles to carry the very man himself into the room.
They gently dropped John into the Chair and the tendrils retracted, only for another set of glowing fibrous tendrils to emerge. Several people, including Colonel Carter and marines with guns, burst into the room in time to see the glowing fibers envelop John's body, focusing their ends at any wound they found on him.
Dr. Keller ran in, still in her operating gown with splotches of blood on it. She ran up and reached to grab at the fibers to pull them off of John so she could get him back to the operating room, but the moment her fingers touched them a shock zapped through her fingers.
“Ouch!” she cried out, yanking her fingers back.
“I don't think it's going to let us move him,” Rodney said, standing on the other side of John in the Chair, as close as he dared to stand to the things that just gave Jennifer the shock of her life.
They watched as some metallic tendrils wrapped themselves liquidly around John's wrists and ankles and around his midsection, seeming to form to his body in what looked like molten quicksilver as if the very material the Chair was made from was pouring itself around John.
Some of the glowing fibers moved to a point of focus at the back of John's neck at the base of his skull. A shock seemed to go through them and into the Colonel. John's body bucked upward as much as it could, a cry of alarm coming from the man who had been shocked awake. His eyes shot open and looked around in confusion, landing on Rodney.
"What's happening?" John rasped. His face was covered in superficial wounds, most of the blood and dirt having been washed away when they prepped him for surgery. The glowing fibers were poking at the various cuts on his friend's face.
“Um, I'm not entirely sure,” Rodney said. “What I do know, long story short, Atlantis is mad at you and is trying to fix you. How? I don't know. I didn't know it could do this!”
“What?” John said, even more confused. “Wait.” He frowned, closing his eyes as if listening to something. “Okay, yeah, she's pissed.”
“Huh,” Rodney murmured. “I guess the city is more sentient than we've been giving it credit for.”
“I tried to tell you that, Rodney,” John said, voice full of pain and his breath wheezing.
“Well, honestly John, saying that a city has a mind of its own - is sentient enough to feel emotions - just makes you sound like a crazy person! Even in this instance!” Rodney argued. "This is just disturbing!"
“Well, she can feel and right now she's pissed and worried,” John said, grimacing at the pain. He was panting wetly, seeming unable to catch his breath. “She kind of sounds like my mother.”
“She's talking to you right now?” Carter asked from beside Jennifer.
Before he could answer, John screamed in pain, droplets of blood painting his lips in the process. Rodney and others turned to find out what was causing him more pain and watched as hundreds of the bright fibers pushed themselves into every single one of John's wounds. Rodney could practically hear John's teeth grinding together from trying not to scream again. Another shock went through John's body from the weird cluster attached to his neck, causing him to grunt in pain and his body to jerk violently. Rodney was alarmed to find that his friend was unconscious again, though also relieved that he was no longer feeling the pain anymore.
Jennifer went to try pulling the fibers away again, but Colonel Carter stopped her.
“Don't,” Carter said. “I don't think we're going to be able to take them off or move John until Atlantis decides to let us.”
“But he's seriously wounded!” Jennifer argued. “He has several broken bones and internal bleeding that needs to be fixed now or he'll die!”
“That's what the Chair is doing,” Rodney said from the other side of said Chair, eyes bright as he looked at the information on the tablet in his hands. “I didn't know that it could do this, but those weird fibers are healing him.”
“How is that possible?” Carter asked.
“It's fascinating!” Rodney continued, staring at his tablet. “Usually, the Chair works by the user giving commands to the Chair's interface, but right now it's reversed. The commands are coming from the Chair and into the user. Essentially, it's commanding John's body to heal faster, just like on any other day John would command the Chair to fire the drones or raise the shields.”
“That's not a very comforting scenario, Rodney,” Carter said. “That implies the Chair could possibly control the user and not the other way around.”
“Well... yeah,” Rodney faltered. “But it's not really controlling John, it's just basically giving John's metabolism and immune system a kick in the pants to make them move faster. A lot faster.”
“Still not making me feel any better about this,” Carter said.
"Okay. What I don't understand is why it's doing this now?" Jennifer asked. "John and many others have been hurt in the past and it has never... done this!" She gestured with both hands to the mass of glowing fibers that looked a lot like bright luminescent fiber optics. "And if it can heal him, why wait until after I've already done hours of reconstructive surgery on him?"
“Uh,” Rodney said unhelpfully, tapping at his tablet again. He shrugged. “Maybe it's just because John's never gotten hurt this bad before? The AI is acting like a... Well, like an angry parent who's pissed at their child for doing something stupid.”
“It probably waited until you'd repaired enough that he wouldn't bleed out on the way down here. Until he was out of the woods, so to speak,” Carter told Keller.
“And it's doing it to John instead of anyone else because he's probably like the city's favorite child?” Rodney suggested with a frown. "I'm guessing?"
"Well, yeah. Think about it, John's got the strongest concentration of the ATA gene in the entire expedition. He's the only one with enough of a connection to the city that he claims to be able to talk to it. None of the other gene carriers have reported anything like that. I've heard tell of nothing more than a strange presence in the back of their minds. Like a feeling of not being alone in an empty room. No one else has said anything about talking to or listening to the City of Atlantis," Carter continued.
She paused and looked down at John. “Maybe it is a bit like a parent looking after its child.”
“A very intelligent parent who's been alone for ten thousand years and doesn't want to lose the only person she can talk to,” Jennifer said. That quietened Rodney's and Carter's excitement about the discovery.
Rodney cleared his throat and went back to his computer. “Well, it's not going to let go of him any time soon, so,” Rodney trailed off.
“I'm not leaving,” Jennifer said, crossing her arms.
“Okay, I want someone in here watching him at all times, anyway,” Carter said, turning to give her instructions to Major Lorne, who had been one of the people in the mad dash to the Chair Room.

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