Diversions & Digressions | fanfiction by mara

The Space Between

The Space Between

by Mara

Summary: “If anyone is bringing scantily dressed women to Atlantis, it’s probably Col. Sheppard.” (SGA/DCU)

CONTINUITY: Not on your life, bucko.

NOTES: I love to blame Medie for half my fic, but this time technically it’s
either the fault of her random pairing generator, or Kayim, who (months ago)
posted a list of the pairings she got. No way *I’m* taking the blame.

* * * * *

Rodney scowled as the woman burst into the lab, long black hair flailing around
her head.

As the door shut behind her, she pointed a crossbow at him. “Projectile
weaponry. I’m so scared,” he said. “Please, I’ve been threatened by the worst
and you don’t rate highly at all.” He took another look at her skimpy purple
outfit with the pointy mask. “Although–”

“Shut up!” she hissed. “Why have you brought me here?”

“Me? I didn’t do anything.” Rodney crossed his arms and huffed in annoyance. “If
anyone is bringing scantily dressed women to Atlantis, it’s probably Col.
Sheppard. How’d you get here?”

“I don’t know. One minute I was on patrol in Gotham and the next I was standing
in a corridor.” Her eyes were wide, but even in her fear, she was watching him
and the door carefully.

“Any spaceships, lights, strange holes in reality?” Rodney ticked possibilities
off on his fingers. “Aliens, unidentified glowing objects, doorways?”

The woman stared at him, the crossbow dipping slightly and her other hand
straying to the large cross hanging around her neck. “No, none of those. One
minute I was there and the next I was here.”

“Hmmm.” Rodney’s eyes narrowed. “That’s interesting.” Completely ignoring the
crossbow, he opened a drawer and started to rummage through it. “Let me run a
few tests.”

“Stop that!” the woman yelled, coming closer.

He flapped a hand in her general direction. “Working. Be quiet if you want to go

Giving up, she lowered the crossbow and slid over to where she could watch his
hands. “Who *are* you?” she asked.

“Hmm? Dr. Rodney McKay, chief scientist and way smarter than you.” He smiled in
triumph as he found the tool he was looking for and started to scan her.

She stiffened in alarm, but nothing happened except that Rodney started to
mutter to himself. “What are you doing?” She asked, lifting the crossbow again
and pointing it at his head as he waved the scanner at her torso.

Rodney rolled his eyes. “What does it *look* like I’m doing? I’m scanning you
for extraneous particles that might explain your method of travel.”

“Oh, of *course*. Egotistical bastard,” she muttered. “You remind me of Batman.”

Just then the door to the lab opened again. She whipped around, but before she
could get her crossbow up, two guns were pointed at her.

“Took you long enough,” Rodney said to Major Lorne and a sergeant whose name he
could never remember. “Now take the pointy thing away from her before somebody
important gets hurt. Like me.”

She glared at him, but he continued scanning.

“What?” He said, looking up at her. “I’m still sending you home. I just don’t
work with weapons pointed at me. It’s a thing.”


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