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Learning How to Fly, Elizabeth Snippet

Learning How to Survive; Elizabeth Snippet
By PaBurke
Spoilers: Season 3 Atlantis episode ‘Sunday.’ I am rewriting that one! I can’t believe that they killed him. Ha! I’m a fanfiction author and I am not letting him die! Also, I was about to write something for the Christmas fic referencing this fic and realized that it had never been posted.
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me.

Elizabeth Weir was in the midst of a fun meal with Dr. Mike Branton when an unexpected voice called her over the radio. “Winchester to Weir. Come in Weir. Over.”

She sat back and immediately responded to the urgency in his voice. Winchester wouldn’t have called her for anything less than life-n-death. He preferred to avoid all of the upper echelons of Atlantis management. “Weir here.” She didn’t even spare much of a glance to Branton, let alone an apologetic look.

“There’s a bomb about to activate in the hallway between the gym and the mess hall. It’s moving. Someone’s carrying it. Have them evacuate to the docks. Now. Over.”

Weir touched her headset so that she could use the PA system. “This is Weir. I need all the people currently in the hallway between the gym and the mess to evacuate to the dock. Immediately. This is not a drill. And when you get there spread out. Medical team to the docks.”

Weir left Mike sitting there and raced for the hallway herself. “All non-essential personal please retreat to your posts.” Everyone was moving, thankfully in a quick, urgent and controlled fashion.

Not a minute later, Winchester met her in the hallway, in full bomb squad protection gear. He had an unfamiliar electronic device in each hand. He pointed at the two sub-docks further down the hallway, closer to the mess hall. “You can let them go. The person is on this one.”

Weir issued the orders and waited at the entrance as Winchester scanned the men and women on the dock and sent them her way. Her premier team soon arrived at her side.

“What’s going on?” Sheppard asked.

“Someone was carrying a bomb and Winchester knew it. He’s trying to head them off.” Weir was straining her eyes to see who was still out on the dock. Who was the traitor and who was still in danger?

“How did he know?” Rodney asked.

“I didn’t waste time asking.”

“No one is acting suspicious,” Ronon mentioned. He had better eyesight than the rest of them and then he announced, “Teyla’s out there.” Everyone tensed up.

“Who’s hurt?” Carson asked as his team ran up with gurneys.

“Don’t know yet.”

Ronon spoke again, “It’s only that girl on McKay’s team and Teyla out there now. Winchester is making the girl take off her clothes.”

“We know it’s not Teyla,” Sheppard said.

“Which girl?” McKay waved his hands. “I have quite a few female scientists at my disposal, you know.”

“Disposal?” Disapproval dripped in Carson’s echo.

“You know what I mean. Female flunkies, got them.”

“Flunkies?” now Elizabeth was taking exception to his disregard.

An explosion shook the docks. Sheppard and Ronon were the first ones out the door, with Carson and his team on their heels.

“Winchester, report!” Elizabeth ordered.

“Coming your way, just bumps and bruises for us,” Winchester seemed frustrated and controlled. He was angry, she realized. “Over and out.”

Winchester pushed Teyla to Weir and stood back to let her fill in the report. He took off his helmet and rubbed a hand through his sweaty hair. He hid his emotional response well. He wasn’t trembling with fear or adrenaline. This was his job, the one for which the SGC had specifically trained him.

“It was Dr. Hewston, Elizabeth,” Teyla said. “She didn’t know about the bomb.”

“It was inside her,” Winchester added.

“Radiation,” Carson muttered.

“She and Watson accidently turned on an Ancient device last night,” Rodney remembered. “It hadn’t had any obvious affects then.”

“Rodney, find out what that machine does.” Elizabeth tapped her headset as the scientist ran to obey. “Dr. Watson to the south docks, immediately.”

Winchester pulled out his device again and pressed three buttons. “If he has the same thing, it’s got an hour or so until detonation. I’m not picking him up yet on the sensors.”

“That’s enough time to get it out of him,” Carson said.

“Not until we know more,” warned Elizabeth.

“We’ll start surgery immediately. I’ll not wait for a man to die when I can help.”

“Doctors?” the short man approached, slightly out of breath.

“Get on the gurney, Watson,” Carson ordered.

Watson obeyed. The medical team ran, pushing their new patient to the OR. Winchester put on his helmet and followed. He looked at Elizabeth with a very serious expression. “I’ll make the call if it gets close,” he promised before disappearing out of sight. A member of the bomb squad, finally having showed up with the box for safe detonations, followed Winchester and the others, dragging the box behind him.

“He’ll know, Elizabeth,” Teyla was trying to reassure her. “His handheld started beeping and he was pushing me toward safety. He asked Hewston to ‘go for a dip.’ Dr…. Hewston dove off the end. She was no more before she even hit the water. That’s why I’m not hurt.” Teyla shook her head with shock and grief. “We had just exercised and were heading toward lunch.”

“A lot of people could have gotten hurt,” John muttered.

“More still can,” Elizabeth knew. She followed the path Carson had taken to the ER. Sheppard, Ronon and Teyla joined her in the vigil. Rodney soon joined them with an analysis of the Ancient device and its affects. He briefed them and Carson over the radio.

Thankfully, Carson had already removed the explosive tumor and Winchester and his man were taking it down the tower to dispose of properly. Watson was given an optimistic prognosis and the team moved the meeting into Elizabeth’s office for debriefing.

She waited ten minutes and then contacted Winchester and his assistant, Captain Ayers for an update. Ayers reported that the tumor had exploded in a rarely used elevator that needed some work. The duo had wisely decided to send it down and to follow it using the stairs. Ayers and Winchester were consumed with forcing the elevator doors open to clean up their mess. They would be a while. Elizabeth ordered Zelenka to help Ayers and then told Winchester to report to her office.

Winchester took his own sweet time arriving. He was still wearing the full-body armor.

“How did you know?” Rodney asked before the man could even sit in the chair Elizabeth indicated.

“I had Ash hack the sensor system and add my explosive program to the mix.”

“How could you possibly know that a bomb was building inside Hewston?” Elizabeth asked.

Winchester shrugged. “It’s probabilities really, ma’am. I know all of the possible combinations on Earth and what the SGC has found that can explode. I know what quantities are needed, the proportions and the proximities. The sensors can pick up all that. I just have it alerting me when the variables are approaching something that can explode. It won’t always work, but it catches a lot. I just added to the existing program.”

Rodney blinked.

Elizabeth was just as surprised. “Once again, you’ve shown a remarkable propensity for protection, responsibility and initiative. We only wish that you would tell us when you have such an idea so that we know that such abilities are at our disposal.”

Winchester grinned this time. “Where’s the fun in that? I’d never be able to convince Ash to hack the system if there wasn’t a chance of him getting caught. It was something that kept him busy for almost a week. I couldn’t go wrong.”

“That drunk has no business in our system,” Rodney declared.

“That drunk just saved a lot of lives,” Winchester retorted. “I wouldn’t have been able to make the sensors work without him.”

“Everybody calm down,” Elizabeth jumped in before it could get ugly.

Explosions put everyone on edge. It was her job to get everyone thinking clearly. She would win in the end, but there was going to be a lot of yelling between now and then.

*

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( 6 comments — Leave a comment )
starrcat
Dec. 9th, 2012 04:38 pm (UTC)
Thanks so much for this. I just adore this universe and love seeing new stories in it.
faithburke
Dec. 10th, 2012 09:27 pm (UTC)
Thanks for the review. LhtF seems to be on several people's wishlist, so there might-might- be more coming by the new year.
shinobus
Dec. 10th, 2012 12:33 pm (UTC)
Oh... Dean... way to keep Ash occupied... and annoy McKay at the same time I bet.
faithburke
Dec. 10th, 2012 09:24 pm (UTC)
:) Oh you better believe it! Dean's the multitasking type.
nyx_girl
Dec. 11th, 2012 08:05 pm (UTC)
Love this 'verse!
+ Carson is alive!!!! What about the clone?

Edited at 2012-12-11 08:16 pm (UTC)
faithburke
Dec. 11th, 2012 10:33 pm (UTC)
:)
The clone too. That's part of the reason that it took so long to post.
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