Stargate Atlantis Gate Room
John broke through the event horizon into the darkness of the Atlantis gate room, not sure what to expect, Rodney was a step behind him. Spouses were paired up for the gate transfer, just in case, there was a sudden shutdown. They didn't want to strand couples millions of light years apart. Shortly after the beginning of Stargate Atlantis, Dr. Carson Beckett developed a gene therapy that integrated the genetic marker into those whom it was not already naturally occurring, allowing them to interact with all of the Ancient technology on Atlantis and elsewhere in the Pegasus galaxy.
Chapter TextJohn broke through the event horizon into the darkness of the Atlantis gate room, not sure what to expect, Rodney was a step behind him. Spouses were paired up for the gate transfer, just in case, there was a sudden shutdown. They didn't want to strand couples millions of light years apart.As they walked forward, the lights in the room began to turn themselves on. John saw Everett was already on the control level, though it remained dark. The risers on the stairs started to light up the moment John stepped on them. The intense feeling of welcome coruscated over his skin as the room brightened with each step he took further away from the gate.“Who is doing that?” Weir asked as several more areas lit up.“All teams report.
Any sign of movement?” Everett called over the radio. At the negative replies, he shook his head. McKay, do you have any theories?”“Sheppard has a very strong expression of the ATA gene,” Rodney replied.
“He has made rooms in the Ancient outpost on Earth light up just by walking into it. I don't see this to be any different.”“Thanks for throwing me under the bus, honey,” John said with a bright smile.“Just doing my job, dear,” Rodney replied, waggling his eyebrows.Everett scowled at them. “Be careful then.”“Yes, sir,” John replied. They made it up to the control area and started pulling off dust covers. “Rodney, can you interface with these like you did at the outpost?” The question was for the benefit of those watching them.“It should be fairly easy,” he replied, as he pulled his pack off and pulled out the connecting wires he needed. In less than five minutes he had the cities power grid information displayed on his laptop. “Okay, this is looking terrible, but then I was expected nightmarish, so we have some time.”“Sir!” Ford called from next to the gate.
“That is the last of out people and equipment.”“Thank you, Lt. Ford,” Everett replied. Weir, you have the honor.”Weir activated her radio. “People of Earth, this is Dr. Elizabeth Weir, leader of the Atlantis Expedition, sending you greetings from the Pegasus Galaxy. You may power down the gate.”“ We read you, Dr. Weir,” O'Neill replied through a roar of the watching crowd.
We'll keep the lights on for you.” Just before the gate shut down, a crate on wheels rolled through the event horizon, holding what looked like a case of champagne. Then the gate shut down and they were on their own.“How are we on power?” John asked in a soft voice.“Critically low, as expected,” Rodney said. “But I'd like to try and bring the city up rather than waiting for the failsafe to kick in. A lot of very sensitive areas were flooded and damaged last time. I'd like to avoid that.”“How do we do that and keep our cover?” John asked.“I'm willing to go all in on the Atlantis is speaking to you,” Rodney replied.“Seriously.” John huffed. “She didn't start that until we installed a ZPM.”“True, but I don't have the gene therapy yet and I felt that rush of warmth directed right at you,” Rodney replied.“Okay, okay, yes, she's pushing me to do something.” John looked around. “I'm pretty sure I know what it is, but it'll freak people out.”“Right, so let's play up the ATA influence,” Rodney replied.
He gave John a once over. “We don't have to play it up at all, do we?” John shook his head minutely.“Dr. Everett,” John called.
“If you could come over here a minute.”“Have you found something Major?” Everett demanded.“Yes, sir,” John replied.“Dr. Weir!” Peter Grodin ran up the steps. “You have to see this.”“There are a lot of things to see, Peter,” she chided him gently.“We are underwater,” he said excitedly. “Hundreds of feet below the surface. It's incredible.”“What?” Weir exclaimed.“I'll show you,” Peter replied. Both Weir and Everett followed him down the stairs and out a side corridor that leads to one of the many wide windows.“Seriously?” Rodney huffed.“Fuck it.” John put his M4 on top of Rodney's pack. “I'm doing this now.” He stalked down the stairs to where Dr.
Zelenka was sitting on a pallet of crates. “Radek, I need you to move that pallet.”“Certainly, Major,” he said standing. “Where would you like it?”“Five feet to the right,” John said.“That is rather specific,” he said, but grabbed the controller for the pallet jack and pulled the pile of irreplaceable computer equipment to another section of the floor.Dr. Lam walked over to him and looked down at the floor.
“What are you doing Major?” she asked.“Well,” John knelt down on the floor and pushed on a specific plate. “I'm not completely sure.”“But it is really important that you do it?” she asked.“Something like that,” John said. “Do you feel it too?”“Yes,” she replied. “It's like a whisper in my head since the lights started to turn on.”“Okay, let me do this.” A cylinder rose from the floor, causing a whole lot of commotion through the gate room. “Nobody panic,” he said. The top of the cylinder opened to show a palm reader glowed invitingly.“Major, what are you doing,” Ford asked, his P-90 gripped tightly in his hand.“Relax, Lieutenant,” Rodney said, coming down the stair. “Ancient technology had yet to cause Major Sheppard any harm.”“I don't think you should touch that,” Ford replied.“Lt.
Ford, stand down,” Lt. O'Neill called as he ran into the situation from the far side of the room.
He might have the face of a twenty-year-old, bu he was still able to use his command voice to effect. “It's nothing harmful.”Ford turned to look at Nathan, which is when John put his hand on the palm reader. A bright light erupted from the floor and the ceiling, enveloping him. He felt the presence of the city wrap itself briefly around his mind in greeting before he thought at the system. “Authorization; omega omega 9011, 521, gamma.
Directive: Rise.”“ Authorized; City protocols active. Genetic Key Override Recognized. Sea floor anchor disengaged. Welcome home, scion of Janus.”“Well fuck,” John muttered as he pulled his hand off the column and it sank back into the floor like it had never been there. Th city shook violently sending unsuspecting people tumbling to the floor. Cries of alarm went up as the city shook again and the entire structure began to rise.“Major Sheppard!” Col. Everett ran into the room on unsteady legs.
“What the hell is going on?”“He touched something on the floor and now the whole place is shaking apart,” Ford said, trying to bring his gun to bear.“Don't shoot!” O'Neill said over the din.“Wait for it!” Rodney yelled coming to stand between Ford and his husband.“Make it stop!” Ford demanded, his eyes wide with fear.“Give it two minutes,” John said, he had his hands in front of him in a non-threatening way. “We're heading for the surface.”Weir entered the room, her hand on the wall to steady herself.
“You had better be right, Major.”“We're moving,” Zelenka said excitedly.Suddenly the gate room was flooded with natural light coming through the stained glass windows on every side. It took several more moments for the rocking to subside and the city to settle on the surface. Doors and windows opened to let in fresh air as the water drained away.
Everyone who was able to ran to look outside. The magnificence of the city was on display for all to see, glittering silver on the bright blue waters of an alien sea.“Major,” Everett barked. “What the hell was that?”“The city was underwater,” Rodney said. “It needed to be on the surface or the shield that was protecting it was going to fail within a few hours.”“I asked the Major,” Everett growled at him. “Not you, Dr. McKay.”“If Sheppard hadn't acted, I would have,” Dr. “There was a pressure to do something, it centered on the part of my mind that is stimulated when I interact with Ancient technology.”“I was just a step behind the both of them, sir,” O'Neill added.“If the shield had failed we would have all drowned,” Rodney told him.
“Sheppard used his affinity with the ATA to do what needed to be done to save all our lives.”“Fine!” Everett growled in frustration. “But next time, you come to me before you pull another stunt like this.”“Yes, sir,” John said, trying to get to his feet. Everett marched out to look at the city, Ford only a few steps behind him.“Are you alright, John?” Rodney asked quietly.“Yeah,” John breathed out slow.
I used the authorization codes we found that last year. The city opened up the protocols to accept us. It called me a scion of Janus.”“Well that explains a lot,” Rodney replied. “Come on, let's go see our city.”“Yeah, okay,” John replied but paused as he saw movement out of the corner of his eye.Simon Wallace ran to his wife's side. “Elizabeth, are you alright?”“I'm fine,” Weir grabbed his hand and hugged him. She pulled back and stared into his face with a look of intense love and trust. “I'm glad you're here with me.”“Let's take a look around shall we?” he smiled back and escorted her out to one of the balconies.John frowned at them, a niggling worry in the back of his head.“Hey!
I think we just found spaceships!” Someone shouted over the radio and everyone was off exploring again.“That can not happen again,” Weir said tightly, she was sitting with Col Everett at her right and Dr. Wray at her left. She had called a meeting of all the command staff but had included all the people with the strongest expression of the ATA. Sheppard, Lorne, O'Neill, were supposed to be there as they were part of the military chain of command. Stackhouse and Sgt. Markham were standing uncomfortably in the rear of the room with a half a dozen other soldiers, because of they all had the ATA gene.
Kusanagi, and Dr. Parish were seated along with several other civilians.“Begging your pardon, Dr. Weir,” Carson said. “but it was a bloody good thing that Major Sheppard seemed to know what he was doing. Otherwise, we'd have all met a very sticky end.”“I am aware of that,” Weir replied, clearly shaken by what had happened. “But what happens if next time one of you feels compelled to touch something, someone dies?”“I can attest that the likely hood of that happening is infinitesimal,” Rodney replied. “The protocols in the Ancient technology are passive ninety-five percent of the time.
The only time anyone feels compelled to touch something is when there is a problem. When something needs to be fixed or activation is necessary for safety reasons.”“We actually have procedures for these sort of situations,” John admitted. “And I'll be the first to admit that I ignored them, but this was a red alert screaming in my head. I tried to tell you, but both you and Colonel Everett weren't listening.”“So you're saying your behavior should be excused?” Camile Wray asked, her fingers tapping impatiently on the table.“I'm saying that the urgency in which I acted was unique. We were under an immediate threat,” John replied. “If the situation were to repeat itself, I would have tried harder to alert the Colonel or one of the other command staff.”“Now that the immediate danger is over, I can tell you all what we were facing,” Rodney pulled up the data on the main monitor in the room.
“This is the city, the green you see is where the shield was covering the structure as a thin skin, just barely holding the water back.”“What are those red areas?” Weir asked.“Those are areas that the shield failed and were already flooded,” Rodney replied. “We are fortunate that the water hadn't penetrated beyond the first hundred yards of the structure. There is no telling what salt water would do to Ancient equipment under pressure.”“From what I see, we still had time,” Wray commented.“Yes, the city was sacrificing uninhabited areas to save the central tower,” Rodney agreed.
“But we have no idea what volatile or dangerous experiments the Ancients might have left behind in those structures and as I said, salt water and hundreds of feet of depth pressure? Not a good combination.”“You've made your point,” Weir said, testily. “Any disciplinary issues will be handled by Col. For now, we use extreme caution as we explore the city.” She looked down at her tablet. Beckett has submitted a report that claims that his gene therapy is ready for testing.“Yes, I have reviewed it,” she replied. “I am willing to allow limited human trials.”“Dr.
Lam, we need as many people as possible with the ability to handle Ancient technology,” Weir said. “We were stymied right and left when we were exploring the outpost on Earth because some of us can't even get the doors to open.”“I do understand that Dr. “I have a list of people who have the genetic marker but it is recessive. I'll allow them to have the treatment if they wish.
If there are no problems, then I will allow the therapy to be used on those without a recessive gene.”“Dr. Beckett?” Weir turned to him.
“Do you have a list of those willing to take the therapy?”“Yes,” Carson replied. “I'll set up a time for them to receive the treatment.”“They will be kept under observation for at least twenty-four hours,” Dr. Lam cautioned.
“I want video of how they react and scans every hour.”“I don't think that is necessary,” Dr. Beckett replied.“It is standard protocol,” Dr. Lam reminded him sharply. “Just because we are in another galaxy does not give us the right to ignore safe medical practices.”“Yes,” Dr. Beckett paled. “Of course.”“I'll expect a full report by the end of the week,” Weir said. “Now on to the next issue.
Sleeping arrangements.”.It was nearly two weeks later after finding suitable living quarters for everyone and setting up a power grid of naquadah generators that now powered most of the city at acceptable levels when they finally cleared the puddlejumpers for a test flight. O'Neill, Sheppard, Dr.
Zelenka and Dr. Parish flew out to see if the maps of the planet were accurate and locate the main continent.“So what do you think?” John said as he let the lieutenant take the controls.“The ride is smooth, but I'm a little leery about not being able to feel the velocity,” Nathan said.“Considering how fast we're going, that's not a bad thing,” John pointed to the readings. “We're going Mach 10.”“Seriously?” Nathan double checked the readings.
“I'll be damned.”“So this thing is shaped like a piece of pasta and it's designed to fly both in the air and through space?” Parish asked.“Yep,” John said. “Rodney thinks it could go underwater too.”“Designs to keep vacuum of space out are different than keeping depth pressure from cracking the hull.
I don't see how it would work for both,” Zelenka said.“We'll have to test it out later,” O'Neill said. His eyes stared at the readings. “What the hell is that?”The HUD showed a huge storm on the long range sensors.“That is really large,” Parish said. “Bigger than any hurricane we've ever had on Earth.”“Let's head up and get a look at this from orbit,” John said, changing direction. “We need to know where this is going.”“Can we still get the soil samples?” Parish asked. “Because I really need them.”“Yes, Dr. Parrish,” John assured him.
“We'll just fly over the storm.”.“This storm is how big?” Weir asked st the head of the conference room table.They had moved there after calling a meeting of all department heads. She had claimed the office just off the gate room as her own, just as she had in the first timeline because it afforded her a clear view of the stargate.
This was something that John had hoped to avoid, but somehow she had convinced Col. Everett to allow it. He had learned the hard way that the room was a security and logistical nightmare.
There was no safe egress out of there if an invasion force gained access to the gate room. While there was a second door in the office, it leads out to a balcony, worse, the glass that made up the bulk of the interior walls wasn't bulletproof, let alone blast proof.The conference room, was where the Alteran leaders had always conducted city business. It was large, with two points of egress even when the multi-paneled door was closed. Those doors were both blast proof and laser resistant.“One thousand one hundred kilometers wide and getting larger as it moves into warmer water,” Zelenka said. “We measured wave heights as tall as twenty meters in places and a sustained wind of one hundred and fifty kilometers an hour around the eye.” He used one of the Ancient monitors to upload the information the puddlejumper's scanners. The image of the giant hurricane was startling.“And it's heading for us?” Everett asked, worried.“Yes, sir,” John replied. “We've got about three days before the first cloud bands reach us, but it is coming.”“What are our options,” Everett asked, turning his attention from the screen to the men and women around him.“Is there any way we could move Atlantis out of the way?” Weir asked.“Atlantis is not a boat,” Zelenka replied with a shake of his head.
“While there are water jets that the city uses to maintain position, there is not nearly power to create enough thrust in them to push the city out if the way with the time we have.”Weir grimaced but nodded her understanding.“Can we sink the city back under the water?” Wray asked.“No,” Rodney replied. “We would need the shield up for that and there is nowhere near enough power.”“There is also the problem that we have no idea how the Ancients lowered the city under the water in the first place,” Zelenka muttered.“So what do you suggest?” Everett asked.“Rodney and I have been discussing this over the radio for some time,” Zelenka said. “We need the city shield to save the city. However, we do not have enough power left in the ZPM to operate it.”“There is a chance we might be able to power it with the storm itself,” Rodney said, his eyes on Zelenka who nodded in agreement. “The plan isn't without risks.”“There are a several grounding stations around the city, meant to stop the build up of static electricity from causing problems as well as channeling lightning from smaller storms away from the superstructure and into the water. We can use the power from the storm, channeling it into the shield generators and save the city.” Zelenka said.“What's the catch?” Everett asked.“The catch is the power will run through the conductive metal in the walls and floors all over the city,” Rodney replied.
“The control room and the jumper bay, are the only exceptions as they seem to be insulated.”“That would be tight quarters,” Everett said, thoughtfully. “Bunking everyone down on the floor through the storm.“While I'm fairly confident in my own ability not to get seasick, I can't say the same for my fellow scientists,” Zelenka said. Wagner, in particular, will be highly susceptible to it as the storm gets closer.”“And the storm will affect the city for days, not just the hours that the eye is closest,” Rodney added. “As Sheppard said, three days for the leader bands of clouds, then the storm has to move past us, which with its size and speed should take about two days. After that, it should be clear sailing,”“A week of bad seas,” Everett grimaced.
“I may be a Marine, but that isn't going to be pleasant for anyone. We do have an alternative though.” He nodded toward the closed doors that lead out to the gate room.”“Are you suggesting we should evacuate the city?” Weir said.“It would be the safest option for all our people,” Everett said.“Yes,” Rodney replied. “But first we need to move all our sensitive equipment into the gate room. That will take some time since we've unpacked everything.”“We haven't been through the gate yet.” Everett pointed out with a mildly reproachful look at Weir. “We need to find a safe haven.”“Col. Everett,” Weir said as she turned to him. “Find us a safe harbor until the storm is over.
A ZPM would be better, but we'll take what we can get.”“Yes, Ma'am,” Everett nodded and headed out of the room. “Sheppard, Ford, Bates, gear up.”Rodney stood, his face pensive. “Colonel, you are going to need a scientist with you.”“Are you volunteering, Doctor?” Col. Everett said in a way that seemed mocking.“As a matter of fact I am,” Rodney replied. “The gene therapy worked, so I can use the Ancient hand scanners to help us find strong energy sources.”“I should go as well,” Dr. Parish piped in. “We need to get an idea of what the flora and fauna are like beyond this world.”“Very well doctors,” Everett sighed.
“Gear up and be ready in twenty minutes.”There was a great deal of excitement as the first group made ready to go through the gate. Several scientists bustled around the team. Many, it seemed, wanted a chance to go through the gate.Grodin seemed to appear out of nowhere and handed each of them a GDO.
“These are just like the ones at the SGC, remember, we won't lower the shield unless we get your code.”“Understood,” Everett replied. “Have we chosen a gate address?”“There is an entire library of them,” Grodin shrugged. “I thought we would go with the first one to connect and hope for the best. The DHD said the first was listed as habitable, but nothing else.”“The new MAPL will give us a better idea,” Everett replied.“Certainly better than those clunky things at the SGC,” Rodney replied.The new remote controlled sensor drone was about half the size of the original. They had been assembled weeks ago as one of the first projects but had simply sat in a small storage room gathering dust as Weir dragged her heels about assembling gate teams.“Guess where we're going,” Rodney said to his husband in a low tone.“Athos,” John breathed over the noise of the gate dialing. “Teyla.”“The first habitable planet on the list,” Rodney confirmed. “Just make sure we don't touch anything wraith related.”John nodded and gripped his M4 tightly as Everett gave the order for everyone to move out.
He glanced back at the balcony, seeing Simon Wallace standing close to Weir was so odd it made him uncomfortable. It wasn't as if he didn't want Weir happy, but this change was throwing him off. A moment later he stepped through the event horizon.The darkness of the world was a little unsettling.
The way the sun sank so quickly over the horizon spoke of the twelve-hour Athosian rotation. The people of this world had always lived with the idea that the darkness was a part of their lives and they celebrated the rise of their twin moons as much as they greeted the rising of the second dawn.The search team spread out but kept their weapons slung. It had been Sumner that had insisted they search with weapons free.
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It had not been the best way to make friends, and John had never allowed his gate teams to be so openly aggressive once he'd had to take command. Everett was a more pragmatic man, who had been given command of one of the geology survey teams after Jack O'Neill had been promoted to Brigadier General. In truth, neither Sumner nor Everett had a lot of first contact experience. They were often given command of situations that had already been negotiated.“There are life signs only a dozen meters to the right.” Rodney indicated toward the sparse trees.“There is a well-worn path leading that way,” Ford said.“Well let's go meet the neighbors,” Everett said. “After you, Sheppard.”“Yes, sir.”They walked down the path a short distance. Until John could see movement.
“Greetings,” he called.“Who comes down the path,” a familiar voice called.“Travelers,” John replied. “May we approach?”Halling was a very tall man, kind and generous, but also very set in his ways and traditions.
Over the years his belief in the divinity of the Ancients had been a source of friction between the expedition and the Athosians.“Greetings, travelers,” he said. “I am Halling.”“John Sheppard,” John replied. “This is my commander Col. Dillon Everett. My husband, Rodney McKay and several others of our people.”“Have you come to trade?” Halling looked over their equipment warily.John glanced at Everett, who was watching with a keen eye. The colonel motioned that he should take the lead.“Yes, but perhaps we could speak to the leader of your people?” John replied.“Of course,” Halling said. “This way.”They followed him down the path, there were about a dozen kids running around as they neared the village.
Everett didn't seem too impressed by the domed tents, but the tall, elegant torches that lit the area spoke of skilled metal work.“Teyla, I bring men from away,” Halling said.“Enter,” Teyla called.John stepped through the tent and looked right into Teyla Emmagan's eyes. She stared right back, eyes widening for just a moment. “I am Teyla Emmagan, daughter of Tagan.”It took a lot for John to make himself work a script that he knew he needed to say, but he managed it. Introducing his leader and the men around him.“We do not trade with strangers,” Teyla said.“Well, then we'll have to get to know each other,” John said. “May we sit and talk a while?”“Please,” she said and motioned to the other side of the table.
“Perhaps a friendship can begin.”After an hour a very light talk, John got down to business. “My people are in a position where a storm might wipe out our settlement.
We need to evacuate through the gate until the storm is passed. The damage can be repaired, but we don't want to risk our people.”“How many people?” Teyla asked.“A little over three hundred,” John admitted. “All we need is an open field to set up tents until the storm is over, then we will be out of your way.”“And how long would you plan to stay here?” Halling asked.“Not long,” John said. “Six days at the most.
Um, days being a twenty-four hour period. I'm sorry, I'm not sure how you measure time here.”“Our world rotates fully every twelve hours,” Teyla explained.
“Your scale of time would make that twelve solar rotations.”“I see,” Everett stepped in. “We're hoping this won't be a problem.”“It is a bit of an imposition, to bring so many through the Ring of the Ancestors,” Teyla replied. “Do you have anything to trade?”Everett blinked, obviously not having thought of it.“Linen cloth,” Rodney said.
He reached into his pack and pulled out a sample. He passed it across the table and Teyla's fingers brushed his. Their eyes met for a moment, but Teyla was all business.“This is very well made,” she said of the undyed cloth. “I would be foolish not to avail my people of such a resource, but so many people, even bringing your own supplies will make for crowded living. I would be agreeable to two hundred yards of such cloth.”“That's a bit steep,” John said, smiling. “Seventy-five yards.”“Perhaps you do not need shelter as much as you claim.” Teyla replied. “One hundred and fifty yards.“One twenty-five.” John said.“Done.” Teyla agreed.
“There is a large grassy field to the north of the Ancestor's Ring. There is a river that runs through it for fresh water.” She turned to Everett. “Please let your leader know I look forward to meeting more of your people.”“Of course Ms. Emmagan,” Everett said. “Sheppard, McKay, stay here, I'll inform Dr. Weir we have a place of egress.”“Don't forget the cloth,” Rodney called.
They finished the tea that was served under the watchful eyes of several Athosians. Parrish asked casually about where the tea came from and if he could have a sample.
Teyla promised to give him a small packet when they received the linen cloth as a show of friendship.“Please walk with me,” Teyla said standing. She led them down the path to the lake as the noise from the camp died away she said, “I wonder, do you still like Ferris Wheels, John?”“Teyla?!” Both men exclaimed.“You remember!” Rodney said in disbelief.“Yes,” she said, her eyes bright with tears. “When I woke in my father's tent. I thought I had gone mad.”“I missed you so much,” John said as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a hug. Rodney hesitated for a moment but joined the embrace.“We didn't know if anyone else went back in time with us,” Rodney said.
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“I'm really glad you're here with us.”“I missed you both so very much,” Teyla said. “I didn't dare try to talk to anyone, it seemed like a dream.”“What about Ronon?” John asked. “He was with us in the Chair room.”“He is alive,” Teyla said. “He remembers too. I was able to find him, and get the tracker out. He is currently on a trading mission.”“How did you get it out?” Rodney asked.“Osalia, Halling's cousin, is a gifted healer,” Teyla said.
“She trained on Hoff with their surgeons for many years before returning only recently. We took Ronon to M7G-677 and used the jamming field to deactivate the tracker while she removed it.”“That great!” John said excitedly.“Wait, what about Keras?” Rodney said.“The ritual,” John said, his voice suddenly going soft. “Is he?”“He is fine,” Teyla assured them. “My people have extended an invitation to any who wish to live past their traditional age of sacrifice. They have been given the gate address to Athos. Several have accepted our offer, in turn, we have a good trading agreement.”John let out a breath. Thank you.”“Some things can not be changed, but others were easier to prevent with hindsight,” Teyla replied.
“We had hoped you would come, but when the gate stayed silent on the day you first appeared, I feared you had decided not to come to Pegasus.”“We had to make some changes ourselves,” Rodney admitted. “We were delayed for political reasons, not by any hesitancy on our part to come back.”“I swear,” John assured her.
“We would never leave you or your people behind.”“I know,” Teyla sighed. “I was afraid the Wraith would come before you.”“So was I,” John admitted. “The necklace?”“Destroyed,” Teyla assured him. “We made sure of it.”“This is so strange,” John said. “God, I missed you guys.”“I miss Torren,” Teyla said suddenly. “I feel this hole where he rested in my heart.
But my people are still alive and we are still on our own planet.”“I miss him too,” Rodney replied. “But you have a second chance, a better chance now. We won't make the same mistake. Hoff won't happen, Michael won't happen.”“Good,” Teyla replied. “I will tell you truly. Ronon will kill Dr.
Beckett if there is even a hint of those experiments happening again.”“I'll kill him myself,” Rodney said with a bleak expression. “He's my friend, but I won't let that blind me again.”“Come,” Teyla said. “They will think we are having a tryst if we are gone much longer.”“We would do no such thing!” Rodney replied, offended. “We're happily married.”Teyla turned in surprise to look at their matching rings. I thought I had misheard. I am so very happy for you.” She hugged them both again.
“Now go on, before this version of Everett returns and Toran gets jealous.”“Is that guy still a possessive jerk?” John asked as they walked back.“Yes, but he has his uses,” Teyla replied with a sly grin.“You are so bad.” John laughed.“Really?” Rodney thought for a moment. “Well, yeah, I suppose. I can see that.”.