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Naughty Child	By : ChibiAyane Category: Stargate: SG-1 > Stargate Atlantis Views: 1019 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Naughty Child Chapter 3

Nearly a day passed before John stirred in the still glowing Control Chair, groaning as he finally woke up from his impromptu coma.
Jennifer shot up from where she was dozing in a chair that one of the marines had brought her when they'd taken away her bloody operating gown after the first hour or so of watching John. Rodney got up from where he was lounging against the base of the Chair, tablet still in hand. They watched John's eyes flutter open, though there was no sign of the Chair letting him go.
"Hey," Jennifer said quietly, careful not to touch the tendrils again, after the shock she got the last time she'd tried. Of course, she'd tried again after the first time. She couldn't not. "How are you feeling?" John's hazy eyes finally found hers.
“I feel like I got hit by a freight train,” John murmured, voice scratchy and dry.
“Close enough, you crashed a jumper into a forest full of really big trees at about the speed of a freight train,” Rodney said. "If not faster."
“I know, I was there,” John said, giving Rodney a wry look with narrowed eyes. He looked around at the ceiling and the walls. "Am I in the Chair room?"
"Yes," Rodney replied.
"Why?" John asked, frowning.
"Um," Rodney hesitated. "It's kind of a long story."
"Seriously, John, how do you feel?" Jennifer asked again. She looked him over, most of his smaller wounds were closed up as if they'd never been, but the deeper ones were still present. He would probably have scars from the big ones, but he was in a much better state than he was when he was brought in here.
John frowned for a moment. “Good, I think,” he answered. “My chest hurts a little.”
“Not surprising, there was a hole in your chest about the size of a silver dollar. A tree branch had gone straight through you,” Jennifer told him. “I'd be very surprised if it was completely healed right now. How does your left leg feel?”
“Fine,” John frowned again. “Why?”
"Because it was broken in several places. Even a compound fracture in your femur," Jennifer informed him. "That means the bone was sticking out." She looked down at his legs. "It's not sticking out anymore. Some interesting sounds were coming from it when these fibers started healing your leg."
John tried to look down at his legs, then tried to move his arms, tried to sit up but he was still being held down to the Chair.
“I can't move,” John said, sounding worried. He looked at Rodney. “Get me out of this thing!”
“I can't,” Rodney said. “I've tried everything I can think of, short of pulling the power to the Chair. Nothing is working. We didn't want to risk killing you by accident if we disconnected the power.”
"We still think that would be a bad idea because you're still injured," Jennifer said. "We don't know if you're actually healing or if the Chair is keeping you alive. I mean, obviously, it's healed your superficial wounds, but I don't know what that means for your deeper ones. So, you're stuck there until Atlantis decides to let you go. You look like you're healing. You look much better than you did, but we don't want to take any chances."
John closed his eyes and gave the city a mental 'WTF?'. He only got the equivalent of an angry huff in response. He tried asking nicely but got what was like a mental angry glare for even asking. Atlantis gave him an impression that felt very much like the sentence, 'You can come out of your room when you've learned your lesson!', which was just weird coming from a city.
“Uh, she's not gonna let me out any time soon,” John informed them. “Even if I heal completely, which,” he said, turning to Rodney. “Explain that to me?”
“The Chair is making your body focus almost completely on healing, and it's kind of giving your metabolism energy from the ZPM powering the Chair. Your body is reacting similarly to how you'd react to steroids only a hundred times faster,” Rodney said. “It's completely fascinating.”
John just looked at him. “No, you don't get to do any experiments on me,” he said preemptively, eyes narrowed. He turned from Rodney's frown to look at Jennifer. “My neck feels weird,” he said as he tilted his head side to side a little.
“That's because the little fibers that are healing you have also attached themselves to the back of your neck, and I'd wager they're attached to your brain stem, too,” she told him.
John's eyes widened, as he tensed. “That doesn't sound good.”
“It's really not,” Jennifer said. “But I have to assume the city's AI knows what it's doing and won't end up killing you when it finally lets you out of this Chair.”
"I think the attachment on your brain stem is what's controlling your healing factor," Rodney said. "And the little ones in your wounds are just giving your cells more energy to work with. You're gonna be practically radioactive if this keeps up." He gave an ineffectual chuckle until John glared at him again.
“How long until I'm completely healed?” John asked.
“No clue,” Rodney replied.
“I'm the ranking military officer on this base,” John argued. “I can't be trapped in this thing forever!”
“Well, Major Lorne is going to have to take over for a while,” Jennifer told him. “Even if you hadn't been spirited away into this Chair, you'd still be on medical leave for at least a few weeks after those injuries. You have to understand that you almost died, John.” She smirked when all John did was groan.
“Where's Ronon and Teyla?” John asked, just now realizing neither of them were present.
"Teyla is resting in observation," Jennifer said. "She got a nasty crack on the head and she's going to be concussed for quite a while. Ronon had a laceration on his leg that was pretty deep. It cut through muscle and a couple of tendons. Carson had to do surgery on it."
“Ronon wasn't happy about that,” Rodney said. “We could hear him yelling from here.”
“Now Ronon's grumbling and roaming around the city, complaining about having to use crutches, according to Beckett. But they're both fine.” Jennifer smiled, then glared at Rodney. “Rodney should really be resting his broken ribs, but he's too stubborn to leave this room.”
John glared at Rodney yet again. “Rodney, get your ass back to the infirmary.”
“No,” the physicist argued. “And you can't make me.”
John growled. “When I get out of here...”
“How's our patient?” Colonel Carter asked, walking into the room.
“Unhappy,” Jennifer answered. “And threatening Rodney's wellbeing.”
“I'm sure Rodney deserves it,” Carter said, smirking. She came to stand beside John. “You did quite a number on that Jumper, Colonel.”
“Oops,” John replied. “I didn't do it all by myself, you know.”
“I know,” Sam Carter said. “Well, it'll never fly again. But at least we can salvage parts that can be used to repair other jumpers. We're saving the seat that Rodney was in for posterity.” She looked at the scientist in question. “You were lucky enough to have your seat break free of its mount. Otherwise, you'd have been in a similar state to the one John was in. The console was completely destroyed.”
“Really?” John asked, grimacing. “No wonder she's pissed.”
“Talking about the city again?” Sam asked with a smile.
“Yeah,” John replied. “You guys believe me now that she's got a mind of her own?” He tilted his head side to side, the only part of his body that he could move in the slightest. “I'm not going to need another psych eval later?”
"No, we believe you," Sam said. "She's been a little more... well, not vocal, but present in some of the other controls in the city. Apparently, she doesn't trust us with your safety anymore. She stopped Carson from bringing an IV in here by locking him out. She's changed the climate in this room specifically to make you comfortable, I assume. Anytime I try to type up a report about you or schedule you for mission duty, even months from now, she deletes it."
“You're scheduling me months in advance?” John asked, just getting a look from Sam. “I'll talk to her,” John said. “Not right now, because she's already giving me censure at the moment.”
Rodney chuckled at John's expense, gaining a wry glare from all present.
“Can someone please get me out of this thing?” John begged, sounding like a bored child, trying to wriggle around in the Chair but having no luck.
“No can do,” Jennifer said. “It's not up to us.”
"Damn," John groaned, wriggling around some more. "I think my ass has gone numb."
A strange sensation underneath him made John pause. Suddenly, the seat felt squishier than it was a moment ago.
"Weird," John said.
"What?" Rodney asked.
"The seat just got softer," John replied. "I get the impression I'm gonna be here a lot longer than any of us would like if she's just going to adjust things to make me more comfortable in the Chair."
"What do you mean?" Sam asked.
"Well," John started. "If her 'tone' is anything to go by, she would have me in this chair forever, if it were humanly possible. Luckily, it's not. She knows I can't stay in this thing forever and stay healthy, which is comforting I suppose. Sort of. Apparently, she doesn't trust me to be safe on my own."
The only response that greeted his words was a heavy silence among those present. Finally, Colonel Carter turned to Rodney.
"I'd like you to run some tests. Do simulations on what would happen if we just pulled the plug, if you have to," she said. "If there's a way to get him out of this chair without having to wait for the city to do it, I want the option on the table."
"Right," Rodney said, looking thoughtful and a little unnerved by the idea of the great city of Atlantis keeping his best friend bound to the Chair forever.
Sam turned back to John. "Until we can figure this out, however, you're going to have to just bear with us. That means no whining."
"I don't whine," John said, looking affronted. He wriggled a little bit. "Though, this is going to get boring really fast. I can't even solve the puzzles in my sudoku books like this."
"Sorry," Sam said, shrugging. "There's nothing I can do about that."
"Well, I could read to you, or something," Jennifer supplied. "I'm not letting my patient out of my sight any time soon, so it's not like I have anything better to do than try to entertain you while Rodney does his thing."
"That sounds lovely, thank you," John said, smiling at her.
"I'll have Dr. Zelenka bring some storybooks along when I send him down here to help Rodney," Sam said, turning to leave the room.

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