Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Genre: Humour, mission, first time
Summary: There's a vast ocean surrounding the lost city of Atlantis...and we can go there.
Review: Hoo boy. Funny fic. Very funny fic. The banter was spot on, the premise of the story very nicely thought out indeed, and both John and Rodney were positively gleeful at the prospect of getting to play.
And I was positively gleeful on reading this story.
"It's very important that we fully understand and comprehend our situation here. Important to the mission, I mean. For security reasons," Sheppard said. He threw Rodney a significant look and kicked him, hard, under the table.
Weir's eyebrows shot up. She folded her arms elegantly in front of her on the conference table and said, "Doctor?"
"Our water supply is stored in desalinization tanks under the city," Rodney said, glaring at Sheppard. "Very vulnerable. Very important." Sheppard kicked him again, and through clenched teeth he ground out, "Strategically."
"And we should protect them," Sheppard said, nodding seriously. "I suggest a weekly patrol."
"Major, we aren't even sure the puddlejumpers are built for underwater navigation. To risk one when we have so few seems unnecessary."
"With all due respect, Elizabeth, they were built by people who periodically sank their city to the bottom of the ocean. We know they're air-tight, at least when not bisected by a wormhole, so really, what danger can there be? If the Ancients didn't make them do double duty as submarines, it's time we faced the possibility that the Ancients were incredibly stupid."
"There you go," Sheppard said, "McKay trusts the jumpers underwater, and he doesn't think anything's safe."
Weir looked from one of them to the other. "Why do I get the feeling I lost this debate before it started?"
"Wisdom and instinct," Rodney said cheerfully. "You are truly a great leader."