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The small group gathered early, collecting food to sustain them for lunch, but prepared to scavenge for their own meals after that. Rose was starting off wearing her backpack, and had a Bamboo walking stick. Her hair was pulled up into a pony tail on top her head, keeping it out of the way. The Backpack held two changes of clothing two blankets wand bottled water. The Doctor carried nothing except what was in the pockets f his ever-present leather jacket. Sayid had one of John Locke’s knives tucked into his belt, and one of the sturdy spears from the found crate ‘just in case’.

Sayid had not understood why he had been asked to join them. He knew that between The Doctor and Doctor McKay his own technical knowledge was limited. But the Doctor insisted he’d be invaluable if they were dealing with older equipment and, The Doctor confided, he was obviously one of the ex-military types. He told the Iranian he wanted someone who could handle themselves, and was an adult, with them. Someone he trusted to help protect the group. Although when he said the group he’d turned to look at Rose. Sayid was not certain if The Doctor was mad or not, the things he had heard whispered round the campfire, but he was capable. And the obvious trust was an honor of its own.

McKay, Jon and Tara rounded out the group heading for the Transmitter. Tara had the map. The Doctor had announced he didn’t need it. Rose complained that such a statement was something only those male statements that tended to get people lost, so Tara had been handed the map to keep them on track, should the Doctor’s ‘excellent sense of direction’ fail them.

They had set off keeping to the shade of the treeline. Besides the shade, the ground was harder there, and easier to walk over. They were not traveling fast, in deference to McKay’s still hurting ribs.
From: [identity profile] lost-mckay.livejournal.com
"And look where we are now, and where he is." McKay could very well go into a treatise about stagnated worlds where they've plateaued, and humans have continued to learn, to grow, to move, change and even surpass those others. The fact that the astrophysicist has a shot of -understanding- the science behind the time travel speaks volumes. At least in his book.

"Not bad for an 'ape' to be able to understand what they've been doing for 'millions of years', all in... what? A blink of a cosmic eye? Hmmmm?" Clash of the egos. Still, while McKay wasn't necessarily smiling, his tones didn't carry a combative tenor, simply an intellectual challenge, exchange. He's willing to grant the timelord's people millions of years of experience, but the human physicists have done a pretty credible job in playing 'catch-up'.
From: [identity profile] lost-mckay.livejournal.com
...Eventually you'll spread throughout the universe, exploring, discovering, building...

Rodney had to snort, the sound of a laugh as he, once again, pulled himself to a stop, his head rolled backwards in an 'oh, come on' gesture. Before he actually said anything, however, he paused, considered, then with a rather dramatic, put-up sigh, took another step forward to begin again. The ache was getting to the point of convincing him he'd never take a full drought of air again.

"I'll grant you that we're still evolving, but the point was, we're not 'apes' anymore than-than-than-- well, I don't know." He withdrew from biology courses in favour for the hard sciences. "But-but-but the point stands that we are pretty advanced for the sliver of time-- and I don't believe I'm having this conversation... Jon... Can you believe I'm having this conversation?-- I was speaking metaphorically."
From: [identity profile] sophiedb.livejournal.com
"Hey, don't bring me into this," Jon replied from the back of the line, annoyed by how close McKay was to spilling the beans. "I'm just glad we haven't blown ourselves up yet. Besides, he's got a time machine that flies through space. We have the shuttle and a few unmanned probes. We don't even come close, right?"

He knew the Doctor could speak Goa'uld and knew something about the Ancients, so chances were that Rose had a clue as well, but as far as he could tell there were still two Earthbound humans in this little group and that was more than enough to put a lid on this conversation. The thought of seeing this TARDIS wasn't bad though - if Rodney could keep his hot little hands off whatever undoubtedly sensitive controls there were inside.

"You want some painkillers? Or to offload some of that junk on your back?" Jon grinned cheekily. "I know how easily you old folks tire."
From: [identity profile] lost-mckay.livejournal.com
"Right." The word was a mumbled response from McKay. He shifted his equipment around once more before giving Jon a good, old-fashioned glare, though it didn't stop him from pausing his travel once again and handing one of his briefcases with potentially useful bits of electronic equipment, a 'home built' circuit tester, and the salvageable tool kit from the aircraft. He held on to his laptop, however.

"I bet you won't see thirty years," McKay grumbled as he continued on his path once more, stumbling over a branch. It took a couple added steps to right himself, his hand going out to catch himself before another complaint came. "It can't possibly be that far. We-we-we've gone... how far? It must have been..." For an astrophysicist, he was a bad judge of physical distance.

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