A splash startled him and cost him what little air he had left. Someone shoved the mouth piece from a rebreather into his mouth. He sucked air into his lungs. The person in S.C.U.B.A. gear moved to his hand and pulled out metal cutters. The handcuffs were severed easily.
With John in tow, they swam to surface. Above them, a hatch opened and Ronon dropped a rope ladder into the still rising water.
“Let Sgt. Dawes do the swimming, sir,” someone yelled from the opened hatch.
John was perfectly happy to let him. He was cold and tired. He weakly kicked and let the rescuer do his job. Ronon reached out his hand once they grappled the ladder.
“Gave us a scare, Sheppard.” Ronon said as he hauled Sheppard to the opening.
“Is he okay?” Rodney rushed over to the pair.
Water puddled on the floor. “Can you walk?” Ronon asked as he pointed to the narrow stairs. “It will be easier if you can do it on your own.”
“S-sure.” John stood with help, leaving the canned air with his rescuer.
“Carson’s downstairs with Gilley. He’s waiting on you.” Rodney grabbed one of Sheppard’s arms effectively moving the rescuers out of the way.
“W-what happened?’ John slowly took each step to the base of the tank.
“You nearly drowned!”
“W-well, yeah. N-noticed that, R-rodney. I m-mean what happened to D-doctor. G-gilley?”
“Run in with a defective experiment.” Rodney with Ronon guided John to Carson and an unconscious Dr. Gilley. “We’re still trying to figure everything out.”
Blankets wrapped him as soon as he sat down on a gurney. He nodded in thanks. “I knew you guys would find me.”
Rodney and Ronon shared a look. “Actually, Atlantis found you.”
“What?” He seemed to be saying that a lot today. “What, do you mean?”
“We didn’t know you were missing until the sensors in the tanks detected you. But the good doctor had disabled the fail safes, just not the alarms. Luckily, Dr. Evil over there announced on the P.A. system that he had you and was finally the winner of your endless battles...blah, blah, blah. He was of course monologuing. And that‘s how the bad guy always loses.”
“Oh. What experiment?” John was still freezing and sleep called.
“Still figuring that out. But Dr. DeMarcos is working on it. Dr. Gilley was in Janus’ lab cataloguing.”
Carson interrupted them. “This can wait. I need to get both of them upstairs.”
Rodney and Ronon stepped back and let them wheel John upstairs, carefully. John officially passed out before they reached the transporter. He woke up with his head aching and his muscles in knots.
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Bottom of the Barrel Part 2- no warnings really
Date: 2011-01-28 04:10 pm (UTC)From:With John in tow, they swam to surface. Above them, a hatch opened and Ronon dropped a rope ladder into the still rising water.
“Let Sgt. Dawes do the swimming, sir,” someone yelled from the opened hatch.
John was perfectly happy to let him. He was cold and tired. He weakly kicked and let the rescuer do his job. Ronon reached out his hand once they grappled the ladder.
“Gave us a scare, Sheppard.” Ronon said as he hauled Sheppard to the opening.
“Is he okay?” Rodney rushed over to the pair.
Water puddled on the floor. “Can you walk?” Ronon asked as he pointed to the narrow stairs. “It will be easier if you can do it on your own.”
“S-sure.” John stood with help, leaving the canned air with his rescuer.
“Carson’s downstairs with Gilley. He’s waiting on you.” Rodney grabbed one of Sheppard’s arms effectively moving the rescuers out of the way.
“W-what happened?’ John slowly took each step to the base of the tank.
“You nearly drowned!”
“W-well, yeah. N-noticed that, R-rodney. I m-mean what happened to D-doctor. G-gilley?”
“Run in with a defective experiment.” Rodney with Ronon guided John to Carson and an unconscious Dr. Gilley. “We’re still trying to figure everything out.”
Blankets wrapped him as soon as he sat down on a gurney. He nodded in thanks. “I knew you guys would find me.”
Rodney and Ronon shared a look. “Actually, Atlantis found you.”
“What?” He seemed to be saying that a lot today. “What, do you mean?”
“We didn’t know you were missing until the sensors in the tanks detected you. But the good doctor had disabled the fail safes, just not the alarms. Luckily, Dr. Evil over there announced on the P.A. system that he had you and was finally the winner of your endless battles...blah, blah, blah. He was of course monologuing. And that‘s how the bad guy always loses.”
“Oh. What experiment?” John was still freezing and sleep called.
“Still figuring that out. But Dr. DeMarcos is working on it. Dr. Gilley was in Janus’ lab cataloguing.”
Carson interrupted them. “This can wait. I need to get both of them upstairs.”
Rodney and Ronon stepped back and let them wheel John upstairs, carefully. John officially passed out before they reached the transporter. He woke up with his head aching and his muscles in knots.