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I was cleaning up files on my computer earlier and found this little ficlet. I'm still happy with it, so I posted it to ffnet and I thought I'd also put it here for those folks who don't like slogging through ffnet.
Title: It takes a child's disease
Rating: G - humor
Summary: It takes a child's disease to bring the man down.
As she hurried through the halls of Atlantis, Elizabeth Weir added on more item to the list of things the SGC had neglected to inform her of when she took the job: that she’d be spending more time than she cared to tally waiting in the infirmary. At least today the situation wasn’t too serious – yet. She rounded the corner and heard two very familiar voices bickering as usual, reminding her of yet another item for her list: that her position was quite similar to that of an elementary school principal on far too many occasions.
“Ronon Dex, Runner, brought down by a child’s disease. What are the odds,” mused Colonel Sheppard.
“I’m not feeling so great. I wonder if I should get Carson to work his voodoo magic and make sure I don’t have it, or better yet, some mutated Pegasus galaxy version of it.”
“Didn’t you have it as a kid? For a genius, you’re not too bright. Once you’ve had it, you’re immune,” he chided the physicist.
“Yeah, but I had a really mild case. Barely missed any school, but boy did I infect Jeannie. Over Christmas vacation too. I think she still holds it against me.”
“Well, I would too. Being sick during vacation is against the rules. Vacations are for other things.”
“Only you would say that. Oh hello, Elizabeth. Do I look warm to you?” McKay asked, shifting the focus of his attention.
Dr. Beckett chose that moment to appear as well, noting Dr. Weir’s relief at not being drawn into one of McKay’s rants. “Ronon’s doing well, considering. We’re making him as comfortable as possible. Of course these two didn’t help matters much. I believe they were quite delighted to inform Ronon that this was a child’s disease.” This comment earned both men a glare and they simply shrugged like a pair of little boys, who weren’t that sorry.
The physician continued, “I should have expected something like this to happen. Teyla’s in isolation until we can determine if she’s been exposed. If she hasn’t, I’ll see about getting a hold of a couple units of the vaccine. Meanwhile, I’m checking to see if everyone else on base has had it.” Beckett trailed off as his radio chirped. “The messhall can spare some oatmeal, that worked best when I was a lad.”
“Bet you a couple snickers bars he tries to eat it, “ snarked McKay.
“Deal. Do you think we can start a pool on how many times the nurses tell him not to scratch before they put him in restraints,” added Sheppard conspiratorially.
“Colonel, will you just leave? Rodney, if you’re not feeling well, grab a seat on that bed and roll up your sleeve. I’ll need to run a few blood tests.” Beckett smiled as both men left quickly. “You can go see him lass, might take his mind off a few things.”
Despite herself, Elizabeth had to bite her lip when she saw Ronon. The Satedan looked as if a paint can had been upended nearby as he was dotted with countless splotches of pink (or at least a bottle’s worth of calamine lotion), and from the expression on his face, the former runner looked as if he’d prefer facing down a dozen Wraith, unarmed, to his current situation. “It would have to be chicken pox that’s be too much for him,” she mused, before pulling up a chair.
I caught a really mild case of chicken pox in fifth grade the week before Christmas break (did get to back to school for the class Christmas party) and managed to infect my siblings over the holidays. I thought I caught it at an old age until one of friends in college had it.
Title: It takes a child's disease
Rating: G - humor
Summary: It takes a child's disease to bring the man down.
As she hurried through the halls of Atlantis, Elizabeth Weir added on more item to the list of things the SGC had neglected to inform her of when she took the job: that she’d be spending more time than she cared to tally waiting in the infirmary. At least today the situation wasn’t too serious – yet. She rounded the corner and heard two very familiar voices bickering as usual, reminding her of yet another item for her list: that her position was quite similar to that of an elementary school principal on far too many occasions.
“Ronon Dex, Runner, brought down by a child’s disease. What are the odds,” mused Colonel Sheppard.
“I’m not feeling so great. I wonder if I should get Carson to work his voodoo magic and make sure I don’t have it, or better yet, some mutated Pegasus galaxy version of it.”
“Didn’t you have it as a kid? For a genius, you’re not too bright. Once you’ve had it, you’re immune,” he chided the physicist.
“Yeah, but I had a really mild case. Barely missed any school, but boy did I infect Jeannie. Over Christmas vacation too. I think she still holds it against me.”
“Well, I would too. Being sick during vacation is against the rules. Vacations are for other things.”
“Only you would say that. Oh hello, Elizabeth. Do I look warm to you?” McKay asked, shifting the focus of his attention.
Dr. Beckett chose that moment to appear as well, noting Dr. Weir’s relief at not being drawn into one of McKay’s rants. “Ronon’s doing well, considering. We’re making him as comfortable as possible. Of course these two didn’t help matters much. I believe they were quite delighted to inform Ronon that this was a child’s disease.” This comment earned both men a glare and they simply shrugged like a pair of little boys, who weren’t that sorry.
The physician continued, “I should have expected something like this to happen. Teyla’s in isolation until we can determine if she’s been exposed. If she hasn’t, I’ll see about getting a hold of a couple units of the vaccine. Meanwhile, I’m checking to see if everyone else on base has had it.” Beckett trailed off as his radio chirped. “The messhall can spare some oatmeal, that worked best when I was a lad.”
“Bet you a couple snickers bars he tries to eat it, “ snarked McKay.
“Deal. Do you think we can start a pool on how many times the nurses tell him not to scratch before they put him in restraints,” added Sheppard conspiratorially.
“Colonel, will you just leave? Rodney, if you’re not feeling well, grab a seat on that bed and roll up your sleeve. I’ll need to run a few blood tests.” Beckett smiled as both men left quickly. “You can go see him lass, might take his mind off a few things.”
Despite herself, Elizabeth had to bite her lip when she saw Ronon. The Satedan looked as if a paint can had been upended nearby as he was dotted with countless splotches of pink (or at least a bottle’s worth of calamine lotion), and from the expression on his face, the former runner looked as if he’d prefer facing down a dozen Wraith, unarmed, to his current situation. “It would have to be chicken pox that’s be too much for him,” she mused, before pulling up a chair.
I caught a really mild case of chicken pox in fifth grade the week before Christmas break (did get to back to school for the class Christmas party) and managed to infect my siblings over the holidays. I thought I caught it at an old age until one of friends in college had it.