Sheppard had a couple of hours before he was officially back on duty, but he would be the first to admit that it was good to be back in uniform. It had been a very long two weeks.
And before he began running the joint, again, he needed to check in with the person who had landed him in all this hot water (outside of himself, whom he had already dealt with).
Which is why he's nodding to the guards outside of Mia's quarters and knocking on her door...
Mia had spent the next several hours sleeping off whatever pain medications their Dr. Beckett had given her. She'd woken up at some point, and while she wouldn't admit it, she'd gone almost right back to sleep, partly because of her injuries and she knew rest was needed to heal. Besides, she'd felt safe enough and she didn't see much use in trying to get to go home early if she didn't have the real energy to argue.
But it's now several hours later. And she's woken up again. She's very hungry, a little bored, and most likely stuck in the infirmary. She glances around casually to see if -- yeah, those would be soldiers still hanging around. She sighs and if it's possible while already laying down, almost flops back onto the bed. Her boredom's going to grow fast, so maybe it's time to get up and explore, even if it is only the infirmary.
"Hello?" she calls out, trying to look around and see if anyone on the medical staff is here. Food is her number one priority. Then she can see about alleviating her boredom.
[ooc: I realized I have no idea what to put in the subject line with your system of naming and such. :) Episode Interlude...? Right?]
Team Sheppard is going through the final stages of gearing up, in the Jumper Bay, ready to head out on a mission to P5J-X77.
"So, how long's it been since we've had a bona fide exploration mission?" McKay asks idly, for once not complaining about anything. The MALP readings must have been seriously favourable for this to occur.
"Far too, long," Sheppard replied, tightening his tac-vest, and clipping on his P-90.
"You cannot deny that the last several weeks have been intriguing," Teyla commented, double-knotting the laces on her boots.
"To say the least," Ronon agrees, giving Sheppard a bemused look.
Sheppard clears his throat and ignores the lot of them, double checking to make sure that they have everything stowed and that pre-flight is completed.
[ooc note: this takes place shortly after The Heist.]
Any nervousness that Weir might have felt at the prospect of meeting Inara's Captain was mitigated by the possibility of a ZPM. It had been something of a surprise when Radek had told Weir of her surprise, not at seeing the ZPM but at seeing something that was apparently familiar. Weir had kept it to herself for a bit, not wanting to raise anyone's hopes.
But then Inara had contacted her to set up a meeting with her Captain Reynolds, and it seemed as though it might actually happen. They might actually get a ZPM, one that would not need to be re-routed elsewhere, one that would not be snatched out of their hands by Genii or Replicators.
Weir stood, hands clasped in front of her, a point of calm in the center of military tension. The marines were all standing alert and wary, not having any idea what this person or group of persons might be like, knowing only that they came from another galaxy, possibly another universe.
It was, even for Atlantis, an unusual set of circumstances.
The Jumper emerged from the glowing blue puddle, which disengaged shortly after, then floated gently up through the open portal and into the Bay.
Despite being speed healed and reverse-life-suckied (Sheppard made a mental note to try and convince Carson to make that the Official Technical Term), he was weary. The Wraith may have restored his life, but he couldn't restore the strain of being held captive and resisting torture. At least, not the muscle-memory of it, and it was surprising how short a time it took for the human body to adapt to the pain of it, when it took so much longer to adapt to other, more voluntary things.
He had insisted on piloting back to Atlantis, so he could use the excuse of shut-down proceedure to stay behind, but Carson, bless and/or curse him, would have none of it, and ushered the Lt.-Colonel down to the infirmary, where he was promptly subjugated to every test known to man.
Carson Had To Be Sure, after all.
Once medically cleared, Elizabeth sent him off to his room and told him to take the rest of the day off.
This would be John Sheppard, taking his time in getting to his room, making another mental note to maybe talk to Heightmeyer at some point in the very near future.