Stuck!

Author: Kolyaaa!

Disclaimer: Stargate: Atlantis and its characters are the property of Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Productions. This story was created for entertainment purposes only. No copyright infringement is intended. The original characters, situations, and story are the property of Kolyaaa.

Category/Rating: GEN/T

Chapters: 20

Characters: Everyone

A/N: L.E. Posted this challenge to the SGAHC yahoo group While offworld Rodney is turned into a child...aged about 4-8. Old enough to talk and walk. He instantly latches onto John, and Teyla but only because she has chocolate she uses to calm him down. Once back on Atlantis they discover that Rodney has the power to manifest whatever he wants (If he wants his favourite teddy bear it appears.) He then during a nightmare manifests a Wraith, he doesn't know how to get rid of it and anytime they try to shoot the Wraith Rodney is hurt. It didn't say anything about his mind being at a four year old level, however...

A/N: This story takes place sometime after "Lost Boys"

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Chapter One: A Scowl Like a Thundercloud

"Gah! Get it off me! Get it off me!"

Dr. Rodney McKay hopped across the cobblestone path, shaking his leg in a frantic attempt to dislodge the object clinging to his shin.

There was a momentary lull as all eyes in the village square turned to watch the spectacle. McKay flailed his arms at his teammates, awaiting rescue. All he got in response were unsympathetic smirks from Sheppard and Beckett, a pained diplomatic smile from Teyla and an unblinking stare from Dex, before the latter returned to demolishing the buffet table the villagers had set up to welcome the team and the chief medical doctor.

McKay glowered, gauging the distance to the food and weighing it against the effort he'd have to expend to get there. Grunting, he dragged and hitched himself closer to the skewered roasts and heaps of glazed pastry, trying to ignore the squeals of glee coming from somewhere in the vicinity of his knee.

He fetched up against the table and lunged for a pastry, only to have the plate snatched away by Dex, who crammed two of the last three desserts into his gaping maw. McKay opened his mouth to howl a protest, then froze in slack-jawed shock as the shaggy warrior crouched down to offer the final pastry to the toddler who had attached herself to McKay's leg ten minutes after they arrived on the planet and hadn't relaxed her grip since.

"Bweee!" she shrieked, holding out a pudgy fist toward the treat. McKay made an abortive attempt to shake her off while she was distracted, but stopped when Dex growled. The little one stuffed her face, belched, then wiped her sticky hands on McKay's leg. Dex beamed at the creature.

McKay recoiled. "Oh, ugh. Would you look at-Colonel!" He whirled and stomped away, trying to ignore the high-pitched giggles every time he stomped his left foot.

"Off, off, off," he chanted, hopping impatiently up to Sheppard. "Come on, this thing isn't going to detach itself. We're going to need a pry-bar and a block and tackle of some sort. Or maybe one of those packets of salt from the emergency kits."

Sheppard rolled his eyes. "Rodney," he drawled. "It's a child, not a slug."

"Easy for you to say. It's not leaving a trail of slime on your trousers." McKay glared down at the melon-headed moppet drooling on his knee. The child smiled sweetly up at him, big brown eyes shining with adoration.

"I wuv oo," it said.

Sheppard caught the expression on McKay's face and took a cautious step back from the scientist.

"I think that's our cue to leave," he said, turning his best smile on the village elders. "Er, which way did you say it was to the Ancestors' Hall of Healing?"

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The hike up a twisting mountain path gave McKay plenty of time to vent his feelings about children, child-rearing, the vanishing concept of personal space and the impossibility of finding decent dry cleaners in the Pegasus Galaxy. He'd just gone off on a tangent about homemade stain removers when the team rounded a bend and got their first good look at the ruined Ancient outpost.

"Oh my," McKay breathed out, rant forgotten.

The outpost - a cutting-edge medical research facility, according to the Ancient database back on Atlantis - had once been a sprawling complex of high white walls and soaring spires. The woods had grown up and around, swallowing most of the grounds, but the trees and the vines couldn't completely cover the scorch marks and blast scars that marred the rubble.

Ten thousand years of neglect hadn't destroyed this outpost. The Wraith had.

Sheppard took point, weapon at the ready, as the group moved cautiously toward the main building. The front courtyard was dotted with twisted heaps of wreckage, barely recognizable as Wraith darts. On the outskirts of the compound, he could make out the high towers that had once manned anti-aircraft guns, not unlike the ones Caldwell had installed on Atlantis.

The scientists had put up one hell of a fight before the end.

He paused at the arched front entrance, trying to ignore the way McKay and Beckett were crowding behind him, peering impatiently over his shoulders. Before the Ancients fled Atlantis, theyd stripped the city of every piece of medical equipment that wasn't bolted down. Before them sat a building once packed with miraculous medical devices. The scientists, Beckett in particular, were beside themselves, almost dancing with impatience to get in there and poke around.

He took a step inside, recognizing the familiar stained glass and brass accents of Ancient architecture peeking through the vines and drifted leaves. He was half expecting the lights to come on and the outpost to hum to life the way Atlantis had, but there was nothing. Just shadows, moss and mold.

McKay and Beckett elbowed past him and headed deeper into the room, talking excitedly at each other and over each other. Teyla and Dex followed at a more sedate pace, alert for danger.

Still talking, the doctors stopped short at a sealed inner door and McKay set to work, ripping off the control panel and fiddling inside, trying to jimmy the lock. Sheppard moved to follow and almost tripped over a shapeless lump on the floor. He toed the mossy obstruction, sidestepping quickly when part of it rolled free; revealing bleached white bone and a jagged row of razor-sharp teeth.

"Got it!" McKay whooped from the other side of the room as the inner door hissed open.

Sheppard nodded, still frowning down at the grinning Wraith skull at his feet.

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"It's still here," Carson Beckett whispered, staring wide-eyed around at the rows of hospital beds, surrounded by banks of diagnostic equipment. Beckett darted from one piece of medical equipment to another, brushing at the thick dust that carpeted everything, his eyes shining like a kid on Christmas Day. "Damned if I know what any of it's supposed to do, but most of it looks intact. Look, Rodney, does this look like a portable-"

Sheppard tuned out the technobabble and ambled over to join Dex, who was peering down at a mummified corpse tucked into one of the hospital beds.

Dex flipped back a blanket that crumbled to dust at his touch. "Look," he said, nodding to the gaping wound on the patient's chest.

Sheppard swallowed hard, wondering if the Wraith had fed on the victim before he was brought into the medical bay, or after. He had uncomfortable visions of Wraith drones feeding on the helpless patients as they fought their way across the long hall. He looked around, noting other blanket-shrouded patients, and fallen bodies, Wraith and Ancient, on the floor.

"Why didn't the Wraith destroy this place afterward?" he wondered aloud.

"Could be they fought to a draw," Dex said. "Doesn't happen often, but I've heard of it."

Teyla nodded thoughtfully. "The Wraith would have dispatched a destroyer, had any of their warriors returned. And surely the Ancestors would have remained to tend the dead, had they been able."

Excited babble broke out on the other side of the room, drawing everyone's attention to McKay and Beckett and a peculiar alien device that arched across two beds, with a control panel in between.

A control panel that had just flared to life under Beckett's hands.

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"What did you do?" McKay demanded, delighted and alarmed all at once.

"Nothing! I didn't do anything!" Beckett snapped back, his accent thickening with alarm as more and more multi-colored switches and toggles flickered on a control panel he couldn't even begin to decipher.

McKay was watching avidly. "This room must have some sort of auxiliary power source."

"Aye," Beckett agreed, distracted by the humming noise now coming off the device. "Any good hospital keeps a back-up generator on hand for emergencies."

McKay elbowed the doctor aside and peered down at the control panel, keeping one eye on the readings scrolling across his hand-held data device.

Beckett backed away until his hip hit the bed behind him. He grimaced down at the corpse. Its cobwebby hair spread across the remains of a pillow and its brittle finger bones curled across the hand-shaped wound on its tunic front. Mouth twisted in distress, he turned to study the figure on the other bed. Oddly, this one was in restraints, its wrists, torso and legs strapped down tight, its head-

"Oh Lord," Beckett breathed, staring at the faceplate of a long-dead Wraith drone, strapped into an Ancient diagnostic bed. "Rodney? What do you make of this?"

Before McKay could reply, the machine's humming escalated in pitch and every light on the control panel blinked green. The team froze as beams of coruscating light shot out of the device above each bed and began scanning the occupants. First the Ancient, then the Wraith.

"This is bad," McKay said, staring wide-eyed as the machine gave off an unhappy-sounding bleat at the end of its scan. There was a moment's pause and the beam above the Ancient's bed widened, then honed in on McKay, scanning him from scalp to toe as he repeated the litany: "Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad!"

"How do we turn it off?" Sheppard snapped, taking aim at the device, but afraid to shoot while it still had McKay pinned. He circled around, trying to get closer.

"I don't know!" Beckett slapped frantically at the control panel. "Turn off, you bloody toaster!" Teyla dashed in and caught his arm, trying to draw him away. He shrugged her off, refusing to leave Rodney.

The second beam flared, abandoning the Wraith corpse and honing in on Teyla. Beckett swore and tackled her, trying to knock her to safety, but the beam caught them both.

Dex let out a roar and leveled his blast pistol at the device as the light flared brighter and brighter.

"Don't!" Sheppard started to call out, but Dex was already squeezing the trigger. The machine blew apart in a shower of sparks. McKay, Teyla and Beckett's screams were lost as the device let out a piercing feedback shriek and pulsed one last time, whiting out everything in the room.

The next thing Sheppard knew, he was on his hands and knees, groping across the floor, yelling for his team. His eyes watered and swam with afterimages of the explosion.

"Rodney?" he called, coughing as smoke poured out of the shattered control panel. He could hear Dex blundering around nearby, getting to his feet and staggering around, calling for Teyla and Beckett.

C'mon, McKay," he tried again. "Talk to me."

His fingertips brushed across familiar SGA uniform fabric and his hand closed over an empty sleeve. When had McKay taken off his jacket? He tugged it closer, frowning at the odd weight of the thing-too heavy to be an empty jacket, far too light to be McKay.

He reached for the bundle and recoiled as it whimpered softly. The hell? He poked the fabric-wrapped lump. It squeaked and flinched away from him. Thoroughly alarmed now, he peered down the neckhole of the jacket and found himself nose-to-nose with a very small boy. A very small boy with brown hair, blue eyes and a scowl like a thundercloud.

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Chapter Two: Bite Your Tongue

Alarmed, Sheppard took his eyes off the kid and glanced about frantically. "McKay!" he shouted. Where the hell did the damn scientist go? Where did this kid come from? What was going on? "McKay!"

How did the kid get in McKay's jacket! Sheppard had no time for this!

The huddled boy grimaced, and squeaked out, "You don't have to yell." The kid tried to raise his hands to his head, but was bewildered by the sleeves that entrapped his arms in too much fabric. "No shouting. I've got the mother of all headaches." He curled up pathetically in the jacket, wincing as he closed his eyes tightly. "Give a man a break!"

"Where did you come from?" Sheppard insisted, his voice a little harsh for someone so small – but he was seriously freaked out. "Where's Doctor McKay?" But he wasn't even looking at the kid as his gaze sought out the missing scientist.

"What the hell are you talking about?" the kid returned sharply. "Did the flash blind you?"

Near him, Sheppard heard Dex's startled intake of breath. John glanced up, seeing the man reach the area where Teyla and Beckett had fallen. Ronon's eyes were wide as he holstered his weapon.

"Ronon?" Sheppard questioned sharply, his hands still clutching onto Rodney's appropriated jacket, "What's going on?"

"Teyla…" the runner broke off, unable to express what he'd found. His bass voice seemed to have left him and he went to his knees beside the Athosian, calling her quietly, the concern evident in his tone.

Beside him, Beckett pressed himself into an upright position, looking dazed but otherwise unhurt. "Bloody hell," the doctor grumbled, rubbing his eyes, and wincing.

Sheppard met Ronon's eyes – seeing shock and confusion.

"What the hell's going on?" the adorable little pip-squeak complained, echoing Sheppard's own thoughts. "Would you let go of me?" the kid in his grasp grumbled, twisting within the oversized jacket and attempting to free himself.

Sheppard let loose the jacket and stretched to see Teyla, ready to go in search of Rodney. Teyla groaned, sounding weak and worn out.

Carson had snapped out of his shock and was, in a quick movement, crouching beside Ronon, muttering in disbelief. Doctor-mode kicked in. "It's all right, lass," he tried to console. "Everything's gonna be all right." And he grasped her arm, talking her pulse. Sheppard's gaze fastened on her arm-wrinkled and thin.

"Teyla, how're you feelin'?" Beckett asked quietly.

Sheppard sat up further, trying to see around Ronon-finally catching sight of what was going on. Teyla slowly turned her head toward the Colonel-her hair white as snow and her face lined with years.

What the…?

"Teyla," Beckett repeated urgently.

"Tired." Teyla's voice creaked like an old door. "Weak. But I am in no pain." It was impossible. Where moments ago, she'd been a vibrant warrior-Teyla Emmagan was withered to an old biddy.

Sheppard felt the blood leave his face as figured it out. No… no… it couldn't be!

He spun around toward the kid, finding little more than the top of his head visible within the oversized jacket as the child fought with the material. He snatched at the child, grasping him by one shoulder and turning him to see his face – familiar in spite of the youthfulness. Confused blue eyes glared at him.

"Colonel?" the voice, high with emotion, cried, "Did that Neanderthal actually fire his 'wonder gun' at the device while it had me and the others in its beam? I can't believe he had the lack of foresight to do such a thing." A snort. "No, strike that. I should have figured it. What did he do to me?" The boy, who looked no more than four, fretted about, messing with his clothing, seeming to be sizing himself up. "I shrunk!" he piped - alarmed. "Look at me! I've been miniaturized!" Held out his hands, his expression a jumble of worry and outright panic. "It's like someone's perverse idea of the 'Fantastic Voyage'!"

"Miniaturized?" Sheppard regarded this idea – taking in the obvious child-like features, the oversized head. Oh God, this was seriously warped. "Not so much miniaturized as…"

"The others?" McKay suddenly stated, looking about. "Teyla and Carson. Are they okay? They were in that beam, too. Were they …" He held his little finger and tiny thumb a few inches apart. "… miniaturized?" He caught sight of Ronon and Beckett, both looking at him with astonished expressions. "Ah, Carson. You're fine then?"

Carson offered no response outside of a little sound way in the back of his throat as he opened his mouth.

Rodney frowned, but seemed to accept the dumfounded reply. "Teyla?" he continued. "She's okay, right? She didn't get shrunk like me?" And he twirled about one little hand to indicate himself as he sought Sheppard.

Unable to say anything, John nodded toward Teyla.

A cute little frown creased the boy's features as he turned toward the last of their group. "Who's the old… oh…" Comprehension filled his overly large eyes, as he gazed at the old woman.

Teyla stared back at him with the same look of astonishment. "Doctor McKay," she croaked as she pressed herself upright. Ronon and Beckett leaned in to help her.

"If she's been turned into an old lady, then… No… no… no…!" Rodney clambered to his feet, unsteady. "I'm not… Colonel, tell me… it didn't happen!"

Unable to believe what he was looking at, Sheppard found himself eye-to-eye with Dr. Rodney McKay – genius – self-proclaimed 'smartest man in two galaxies'-and he never left his sitting position. Sheppard fought to comprehend this-why were insane things always happening around him?

He tried to wrap his mind around it-Teyla was an old woman with skin like leather-and Rodney was a child with a head as big as a melon. Sheppard wanted to haul ass and get the hell out of here. It was Rodney's frightened, freakish, child-like look that stilled him.

"Rodney," Sheppard said, fighting to keep calm, to not betray the voice in his head that shouted out how unbelievably weird this was. "Something happened to you and Teyla with that beam."

Rodney narrowed his eyes, and put chubby hands on his hips. "Obviously," he snapped.

"You've been turned into a…"

"NO! Don't say it! I refuse to hear it…"

"An adorable little nugget of a boy." Sheppard found himself smiling at the expressions that galloped over McKay's face.

"Gah!" The exclamation exploded from the boy. "It's my worst nightmare!" he cried.

Beckett scrambled to Rodney's side, peering at the boy in disbelief. "Good God in heaven," he breathed out. "This boy is Rodney? This wee little bairn is …"

"Don't call me that!" Rodney snapped. "Never call me that!" The boy crossed his arms over his chest, which did nothing to intimidate any of them because he looked too damn cute.

Beckett went down on one knee to look the boy in the eye. "Are you feelin' all right, Rodney?" he asked sincerely.

McKay's upper lip lifted in an attempt at a sneer. "Except for a pounding headache and a strange draft…" his voice trailed off and, red-faced, Rodney snatched the trousers that were bunched around his feet. Not as if it mattered-the jacket came down below his knees. He pulled up his pants and gripped the waistband to his stomach. "This is not happening… this is not happening…" he repeated earnestly. He extended one arm-the sleeve overshooting his wrist to drape over his hand. "Take my pulse, or something, Carson! Fix this!"

Beckett did as asked, pushing back the sleeve to find the wee wrist.

'What's wrong with us?" Rodney asked plaintively, his voice breaking hearts with its innocent tremor.

"I dunno, Rodney," Beckett responded, going silent as he did his work, and patting the back of the hand once he finished his count. "I need to get them back to medical… now!" Beckett declared to Sheppard. "They seem to be okay for the time bein', but I can't tell anythin' here." He paused, closing his eyes a moment before he turned toward Teyla. His eyes filled with concern as he watched her.

The Athosian sat, looking brittle and worn, a stony expression on her face. She blinked at them slowly, attempting to remain composed, but her eyes revealed a consuming anxiety, a terrible bone-deep fear.

Ronon moved to pick up the fragile looking woman, but Teyla declared in her whispery voice, "I will walk." Still, she allowed Ronon to help her get to her feet-he assisted with remarkable gentleness.

Sheppard steeled himself, getting ready for the weirdness of everything, then made a move to scoop up the tiny version of McKay. The kid backed away from him, flapping his hands about at any attempt to grab him. "I can walk, too!" the kid declared shrilly.

"Okay then," Sheppard shot back. "Get movin'." Unable to stop himself, he gave the boy a whap on the behind.

McKay fumed. "Don't!" he ordered. "Don't try that again!" Clutching his pants to his chest, he glanced about for his boots. He set them upright, pulled up his socks, then stepped easily into them-not needing to undo the laces. He sank in to his knees. Then, shoving his sleeves up to his elbows he gave a haughty nod, declaring he was ready to go.

Hardly able to fathom the situation, Sheppard lifted a hand, indicating that McKay should go ahead. Teyla was already moving up the hallway, leaning on Ronon with Beckett at her other side. The doctor glanced back at them-looking worried, mystified and utterly lost.

McKay took one step, his boot catching on his overlong pant leg, and he stumbled. Arms shot out as he struggled to catch his balance, but the clothing-far too large for him-caught-pants dropped-and he was instantly entangled. He would have fallen face first in a jumble, if Sheppard hadn't swooped down, grabbing him firmly under the armpits and hoisting him up. McKay had hardly any time to grab for his pants, and how the boots stayed on his feet was a mystery.

Clasping the boy to his chest, Sheppard held him close and strode forward to catch up with the others.

"Mortifying," McKay mumbled.

"God, you have boney knees. Can you at least move them out of my stomach. Wrap your legs around me, would ya?"

"Humiliating," McKay responded, doing as he was asked, unfolding one leg, and then another, scrunching up toes in an attempt to keep the boots.

"Haven't you ever carried a kid?" Sheppard griped.

"No! I have not," Little McKay responded sharply. "I think we've gone over this before. I don't like kids and they don't like me."

Sheppard recalled the child in the settlement who wouldn't let go of the physicist. "Put your arms around my neck," Sheppard spoke in the boy's ear as he walked.

"I will not!" McKay shot back.

"Do it, McKay. It'll make this easier on both of us. I'm not going to carry you around like luggage. You have to do your part. Be a good little boy and hold up some of your weight."

With a discontented sigh, Rodney pulled his arms out of their cramped position, and dutifully wrapped them around Sheppard's neck. "I hate you," he grumbled.

"I hate you, too," Sheppard responded with a grin, freeing one hand to ruffle the tyke's hair. McKay growled like an angry terrier.

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They'd garnered strange looks as they passed through the town on their return trip to the gate. The drooling, pastry-stealing, leg-hugging, slug-child had skipped up to them when they'd approached-looking as if she was ready to latch onto someone like a lamprey on a salmon. Her face beaming with the anticipation of climbing Mt. McKay again-but the joyful look fell as she saw the different team members.

"Aaah Tahh!" she bawled, fisting her little hands until the slimy members turned white. "Aaaaahhh Tahhhh!" Whether the words meant-'where is my favorite climbing tree and personal transportation system that I occasionally utilize as a large napkin?' or 'who is that kid and why is he making faces at me?'-it was impossible to say. Either way, her screams were loud and annoying-and her response gained a satisfied chuckle from McKay.

Sheppard gave him a poke. "Behave yourself, young man," he said in a low voice.

Rodney's response to that was a simple, "Screw you."

In response, Sheppard jogged the rest of the way to the gate, letting McKay's chin bang into his shoulder. Rodney protested, but it did no good.

They waited for Teyla and the others at the DHD. Sheppard sent through his IDC, and radioed through that they needed a medical team-that something had 'happened'. Honestly, he was reluctant to say more at that point, and he cut off the transmission when McKay started to jabber in his ear, demanding to be let down.

The others arrived and they hurried through the event horizon. Elizabeth came down to meet them, her face instantly drawing into a puzzled expression. She glanced from Sheppard to Ronon to Beckett. Her eyes narrowed, perhaps seeking Rodney and Teyla. Sounding cordial, she stated, "You've brought guests?"

"It's a little complicated," Sheppard responded, trying to control the unruly child in his arms.

Weir offered the elder a smile and uttered, "Welcome to Atlantis."

The old woman started to speak, but instead coughed unpleasantly. Ronon was instantly with her, supporting her as Beckett came to her side.

Elizabeth knitted her brow as the boy in Sheppard's arms continued to fidget.

"I toad you!" the boy complained. "I wanned to walk frew da gate on my own!" He shook his head sharply, grimaced and muttered, "All dat runnin awound by you! I bit my tongue, damn it!"

"Just trying to make things easy," Sheppard returned to the little guy. Then the child twisted about like a puppy on speed. "OW! For the love of…! Damn it!" Sheppard let the kid slip from his place and the boy stumbled as he landed. "Try doing you a favor and…Jeez!"

The kid spun about, and looked up as Weir stepped forward, crouching to meet the child. "Hello," she said, making her voice happy. "My name is Dr. Weir." She smiled widely and openly. "And what's your name?"

The boy rolled his eyes. "Elithabef," he stated, frowned severely and started again, speaking slowly and distinctly. "E-liz-a-beth. We've got problems. Big problems." And he stumbled forward, looking annoyed as hell. With few clumsy movements, he kicked his way out of his cumbersome boots and continued toward the control center in his too loose socks, nearly tripping on those as well. "We need to assemble a team and get back there. We need to discover everything we can about that device. I'm taking Zelenka and ah… who's the guy with the fountain-pen fettish? Always has one in his pocket. Stains everything?" He poked at his chest with one hand as if his breast pockets weren't currently at stomach level. "Where does he expect to find more ink?" And he clutched at his pants as he shrugged.

Weir's lips parted in her astonishment as the boy continued, his voice high and childlike – but the patter was unmistakable. "Rodney?" she whispered. She pivoted her gaze, suddenly able to recognize Teyla. "Oh my God," she said quietly.

Around them, the personnel in the gate room watched in confusion- not hearing-not understanding what was going on.

Rodney jammed the tops of his pants under his armpits as he tried to snap his fingers and popped a hand against his fist, but the result was unremarkable, and obviously annoyed the kid. "Chop chop!" he exclaimed. "Let's get going!"

"Before we go doin' that," Beckett cut off the little man. He nodded to Teyla who was slumped now against Ronon. "We're headin' to medical so we can get them checked out."

"Better line up yourself, Doc," Sheppard said. "That beam hit you, too."

Beckett looked miserable, his eyes pinched. "Aye, that it did." He sighed. "There's no tellin' what sort of mischief it's doin' to all of us. We'll get this checked out. Let's go." And he led the way toward the medical department.

Rodney scowled as Sheppard clapped a hand to his shoulder, turning him toward the infirmary. "One good thing," the boy said in a low voice, tripping a little as he stepped on a sock. "Beckett didn't get turned into an old man. Imagine having to hear about his leaky bladder, bad prostate and old man gas."

"I heard that!" Beckett snapped from somewhere ahead of them.

Rodney snickered happily at that response, and gave Sheppard a grin as he shuffled along on his way to the infirmary in his unwieldy clothing.

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A/N: This story is good. Take it from a Genii who knows good writing when he reads it. Of course, I've read little more than Genii Recruiting pamphlets for the Special Services, but that is mighty fine reading..