Sheppard blinked awake and immediately winced at the light from the halogens flooding down into his face. His first thought was 'Cheyenne,' but then he remembered that he'd gone to sleep in Atlantis. Faceplanted in Atlantis, more like. He'd finally, after two days, come down from the adrenaline high of performing brain surgery on McKay in a humid cave on a Wraith infested planet. When he'd finally crashed, he'd crashed hard... but not hard enough to have been transported back to Stargate Command without realizing it. So what the fuck, exactly, was up?
Pushing himself to his elbows he looked around the room. It was Spartan, just the table he was on, a locker, and a door. He scanned the room for cameras or listening devices. He didn't see any, but that didn't mean anything.
"I'm awake, so if you were planning a surprise party, your timing kind of sucks," he said for the benefit of anyone listening. "Also," he said, plucking at the hospital gown. "Couldn't you have chosen something other than a medical theme? You wouldn't believe some of the post-mission exams they make us go through." He swung his feet off the table and hopped off. "Or, I guess maybe you would. In which case your choice of theme is in even worse taste or you guys are way more kinky than I ever gave you credit for."
He didn't exactly know who he meant by 'you guys,' but he was mostly just talking to talk at this point. He wanted them to think he was completely at ease with this situation, even if he was anything but. Sheppard pulled open the locker and saw his BDU folded neatly on a shelf. His gun holster lay on top, empty, and beneath it, a note. He read it quickly, his dread growing exponentially, before stripping off the hospital gown and pulling on his clothes. He strapped on the gun belt, but missed the weight of his P-14 against his thigh. The note he slid into his pocket to read and consider later.
"All I'm saying," he said, turning back to the room, "is that there'd better be beer."
With deliberate insouciance, he turned toward the door and went through it just in time to hear another man's voice. He turned toward it.