Title: dust mice
Author: Hyndara71
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
characters: John Sheppard, Radek Zelenka
topic: 042nd Triangle
Word Count: 1958
Rating: PG
Author's Note: This story plays at the very beginning of the series, from "Rising" and "Hide & Seek ". thanks to you have them
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"She lights times over here," said Maj. John Sheppard over his shoulder. With one hand he waved to one of the doors are open across. The light of his P90, slipped to a wide Laser Pointer white matter on the metal wall to the open mouth of the dark room that branched off from this corridor.
"Yes sir," replied a voice from behind.
The Major nodded with satisfaction and went on, could strip the light of his weapon through the metal walls and pondered over this strange, strange city.
So much had happened since they got here was through the Stargate. Hard to believe that this "happens a lot" had occurred a few days.
John felt a stab in the heart, as he set himself the remembered how he had shot his superior. To be honest, he had since the fatal shooting not a night to sleep more. Not only because of the eventual murder of his superiors, but also because of what these creepy redhead Wraith had said to him before she died.
He was currently more than glad he had something to do, and not all the time in his memoirs, was trapped and had to wonder how he would ever Sumner's death plausible explanations for the SGC Ren can.
Another missed opportunity, John, he told himself secretly.
"Oh, you light up but once over here, okay? "a voice spoke up.
John pulled himself out of his mind and turned around. He saw a dark shadow next to a still deeper darkness are. Better he sensed a deep black Scheme before a deep black triangle.
triangle?
John started and directed the short barrel of his weapon, and thus the white light beam of the lamp fixed to the barrel installed on the shadows. The former proved to be a man who raised his now blinking an arm, as the bright light hit his eyes. Second, however, was strange, it was a triangular passage into another room.
John frowned and looked from the corner of his eye the passage on the other side: a dark rectangle with a much smaller rectangle as the upper limit. Such was any door. Any up to
... "Interesting," commented the researchers came along the strange shape and pushed back his glasses on the nose.
"Interesting?" Echoed John surprised and stepped closer. The small
Wisssenschaftler with the glasses nodded and pointed to the passage. "A perfect isosceles triangle," he said then.
John raised an eyebrow and looked at his opponent. Whose accent sounded strange but he was sure he had heard it before.
"They want there but probably not go in alone, or, Doc?" Said the Major with a friendly smile.
The little scientist blinked like a mole in the sun, but then stepped aside with a shrug. "I leave like any other right of way." He smiled kindly.
John could not help it, he grinned back, but then raised the weapon and approached the dark ready triangle that would not fit at all the other design of the city.
somehow overcame him an uneasy feeling ...
On the other side of the threshold John immediately secured the room, but could, apart from the fact that it was still pitch dark, make up nothing unusual.
a normal room, probably either a laboratory or an old storage room. Empty except for something that is vaguely reminiscent of a coffin in the middle. No windows, only this triangular passage. On the wall next to the triangular lock in the wall of a panel was fixed, but that looked a little different than the usual strike on Atlantis.
John frowned and stepped closer to this panel, shone from it, but could find nothing unusual in it.
"All right, Doc. You can come in, "he reported with a long neck out. And actually peered briefly out of the small bespectacled scientists around the corner and looked around with wide eyes. "Oh," he was surprised when he saw the coffin-like box, turned but only to John and the panel. "Fascinating," he confessed. "Outside the door I found the opposite. Unfortunately, seems it does not work. "
" Really? "John lifted his eyebrows. He freed his hand from the weapon and placed it on the panel. And indeed, he could feel a slight vibration in his hand. Involuntarily crept a smile on his lips.
"Oh, interesting," said the scientist, after the lights flickered in the room. "Obviously, this space is not immediately connected with the others."
John looked at the panel thought. "And why not?" He asked finally, turning order.
The small bespectacled scientist was unnoticed in the coffin-thing now eagerly approached and tapped around on his table.
"An idea what could that be?" Asked John, and stepped closer.
"A stasis did not. Not in the traditional sense, "the accent grave voice answered dreamily. Then the scientists looked at again. "There may be a storage container for test series. It consumes energy, so much I can say. "
John nodded. "A kind of refrigerator for organic samples," he mused, and reaped a surprised face of his opponent.
Whether there was etws in it?
After ten thousand years? The John dared to doubt it now. On the other hand, the thing was still active. So ...?
His eyes scanned the surface, finally found something that it appeared for some reason such as an opening mechanism, and touched them.
"Major," exclaimed the scientist.
"Take it easy, Doc. Since nothing will be possible. "John leaned curiously over the opening, which is now the formerly smooth surface informed and constantly improved.
nothing.
John pursed his lips, pinching them together.
Nothing to dust except for a few mice to be more precise. Said dust mice were distributed to the edges to four thick clumps.
"Oh!" Again made the little scientist.
John frowned. "Well ..." he announced his opinion. "Special air-tight does not seem to have been yes."
"I'm sure we will be able to use the device is still good, after we have repaired it," said the little man and went, eager to be one ippend panel, back towards the triangular output.
John twisted his lips and turned back to the box to close it. But then he hesitated when he saw something out of the corner of my eye. Blinking, he leaned over the wide gap, then tore his eyes.
"That's not," he exclaimed in wonder. "Hey, Doc, that you should look at"
And indeed, what he had taken for dust bunnies, moving now. The individual alleged fluffy dust balls broke away from the crowd at the edges and flocked to the center of the box.
John was fascinated and bent lower over the box.
somehow saw these tiny things look cute, so airy and fluffy. They seemed more to hop to go, but he could also make no limbs on them.
"What is it? Oh! "The little scientists had resurfaced at his side. "That's interesting. One of the zoologists should watch this. "
John smiled and nodded. "They are kinda cute," he said and stuck his hand in the box to touch one of these living flakes.
„Major, das sollten Sie besser nicht tun. Wir wissen nicht, ob diese Tiere vielleicht gefährlich sind“, warnte sein Begleiter.
John sah skeptisch auf. „Doc, die Dinger sind bessere Staubmäuse. Die tun sicher keinem … AU!“
Ein Schmerz jagte durch seine Fingerspitze und mit einem Ruck richtete John sich auf. Doch das Malheur war schon passiert: an besagtem Finger krabbelten gerade nicht gerade wenige belebte Staubmäuse hinauf, wobei einige winzige Zähnchen in seine Haut gruben.
„Verdammt noch mal!“ fluchte John und wedelte die lebenden Flocken von seiner Hand. Dabei stieß he thundered against the container and the ... with a rum to the ground. The assembled rolling down biting Wollmaus community, sometimes separately, sometimes by the dozen out to be more bales from the box and poured on the floor.
"Damn!" John opened his eyes. The pain in his finger was gone.
"Run!" He told the scientists, seized him roughly by the shoulder and pushed him toward the triangle door. The first wool
mice reached his boots and immediately began to climb it. The hard rubber soles represents not a very large Problem for their tiny teeth dar.
John shook the invaders as much as possible, and hopped it pretty awkwardly toward the door.
And just now had a kind of shield on the very form of that door.
"Major come, you!" He shouted to the scientist.
John threw himself forward, just as he felt the first painful bite on his calf.
Since when did dust bunnies teeth? The
him at the moment, however, was also quite indifferent, had to admit John. A quick look back confirmed to him that he actually put in bigger trouble than I thought. The wool gathered mouse people jumped on him, and he actually was, as he could because some very sharp looking, tiny teeth see a flash in anticipation.
"Ouch!" Some very fast it copies had already been reached and bit it could be strong.
No wonder, after ten thousand years in the fridge, he would probably hungry and would pounce on what he most next was - a turkey sandwich!
John crawled on, but then came back on their feet ... and crashed into a energy shield, blocking the triangular passage.
"Doc, stop the thing," said John as loud as he could outside.
stand there, visibly shocked the small bespectacled scientist and stared at him big.
"Now do it!"
John spun around and pressed against the plate.
about alleged dust bunnies formed up, ready to attack and kill their prey. A prey that would be stupid enough to him. And he had really no desire to eat can be of of alleged dirt.
The P90 was far out of reach behind the congregation of extraterrestrial life, and a good dozen champions harassed his legs, had crept into his boot tops gnawing at his ankles and tickled its way up his legs to the knees - and then he wanted to come in any case.
"Do it!" He yelled back over his shoulder.
His hand gun!
John fingering the lock, finally, finally pulled the Beretta in the holster, but doubted at the same time again to yourself
he actually wanted to shoot a 9-millimeter to a horde of crazed dust? Was that even possible?
His gut instinct warned him to be careful. Dust the living mice were anything but great. If the bugs were already through cheating on his pants, then ...
The next moment John was hard back and landed a little long stretches elegantly lying on his back and the back of the head colliding with the metal floor of the corridor outside of the room. Startled, drew his finger, and He was glad that he secure the weapon had not yet solved.
"All right, Major?" The bespectacled face of his companion leaned over him.
John lifted his head and grimaced, rubbing himself with his free hand behind your head. This would give a bump!
The next moment he opened his eyes wide open, sat up with a jerk and slammed his open hand on the small hill on his thigh from one to the no longer move.
"Where are we here?" He finally ventured to ask. "This is where even the dirt more teeth! "
His hands were bloody, as well as his lower leg. From his feet he did not talk now. Fortunately, it seemed, down to the vacant, shaken off all the dust bunnies to have.
Groaning, he straightened up and looked at the shimmering energy shield in front of the triangle through a dirty look. "I should renew my vaccinations," he said, and hobbled the course which he had come up again.
