More Than Words – Part Six

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One Month Later

“In other news, Gerald McCray has been formally named in an investigation by the Department of Justice in a large insider trading ring that has so far netted fifteen high level executives in various technology and research companies around the country. He is the fifth executive from Pan-Tech to be named in the investigation. Pan-Tech made headlines earlier in the month when it’s CEO, Darren Franks, was found dead in his Florida home, the victim of an apparent home invasion. No suspects have been identified in that crime and investigators haven’t been forthcoming on any evidence left at the scene.”

Rodney turned off the television in his office and turned in his chair to look at John. “Well?”

“We have four left. What does your gut tell you?”

“Armand went to ground shortly after the Justice Department picked up the investigation I fed them. I consider him a high level threat. Once we get a location on him, I want him dealt with.”

“Not a problem.” John murmured. “Anyone else?”

“None of the others have the finances or the intelligence to pull off anything I would consider a threat but I’m keeping an eye on them. I have a few friends that will make getting financed for anything difficult for them in the future.”

John walked to stand by the large window that made up the back wall of Rodney’s office and watched Sebastian rough housing in the pool with Matthew and Cameron. “I hate her for not telling me about him. If I’d known… I would’ve come for him when she died and he wouldn’t have ended up in that fucking foster home with that bastard.”

“I know.”

“He’s getting what he needs from Kate Heightmeyer or do we need to find someone who specializes in sexual trauma?” John asked, his voice breaking on the last word. “Because I don’t want him to let this shit eat him from the inside out. He deserves better.”

“They have a good relationship. If she felt she wasn’t reaching him; she would have referred us to someone else by now.”

“Do you think there is anything else lurking?” John rubbed his face. “I know we agreed in the beginning not to pry into his sessions with Heightmeyer, I did that because I wanted him to feel safe telling her anything. Was that a mistake?”

“No, I don’t think so. I think we would be in a very different place if he didn’t trust us all to keep our word. He needs desperately to trust the adults in his life.”

“Like you?” John asked quietly. “Would it have helped you?”

Rodney cleared his throat, caught off guard by the question. John was one of the few people that never really probed into his childhood. They’d had long conversations but always because he began them. “Yeah, it would have helped a lot if I’d had someone I could depend on… someone that would be honest with me and keep me safe. I don’t remember feeling safe as a child—or loved. I really never believed my mother loved me; because surely if she’d loved me she would have defended me. I guess there was too much pain between us for anything more than forgiveness in the end.”

“Is that why you never get pissed off when I…” John waved his hand. “Most men of your position and power would be a little pissed at the high handed way I treat you when I perceive a threat. You’ve never once accused me of treating you like I thought you were weak or defenseless.”

“You don’t think I’m weak or defenseless,” Rodney murmured. “But you’re right; I don’t get pissed when you defend me or seek to protect me. I hesitate to say that I’ve come to expect it but it’s true. I expect you to shelter me, protect me… and I’m sure Kate would have a field day with that little bit of information.”

“Do you think that makes our relationship a little fucked up?”

Rodney laughed. “Well, we’re both pretty fucked up so I’d say it’s okay if we’re fucked up together, too. You’re the only person I’d want to be fucked up with.”

John grinned and shook his head. “Such a romantic.”

“That’s me,” Rodney murmured as he moved to stand with him. He stared out the window for a few seconds and then sighed. “Why do I get the impression that he’s more mature than those two?”

“Because he’s better at prime/not prime than Cameron and Matt combined?” John chuckled when Rodney snorted his agreement. He turned to sit on the window seal and pulled McKay to stand between his legs. “Since Williams hasn’t backed off and Manning is still granting television interviews, I’m left to assume they think they can get some money out of us now that their other source has dried up.”

“If we got all of them,” Rodney said. “I’m not sure that we did.”

“You think the CIA failed to give you a complete list?”

“I think he gave me all he had. He was afraid to do otherwise; but that doesn’t mean there aren’t players that no one is really aware of. The Trust is more than just a technology terrorist cell. They have a foundation that feels old and empowered. I’m still doing research but I’m beginning to wonder if they just weren’t a branch of something bigger and uglier.”

“Like what?”

Rodney frowned and toyed with John’s dog tags for a minute before answering. “Did you know my father is a Mason?”

John shook his head. “No, I had no clue.”

“I always thought they were something of a cult to be honest. There are other fraternal organizations, of course, created for the powerful and the intellectual. Secret societies seem to flourish in times like ours, when secrets equal power and money.”

“Like Skull and Bones.”

Rodney snorted. “No, nothing so moronic as that. I mean real power—the power that makes a man the leader of a world power. The kind of power that manipulates kings and creates powerful political organizations that can’t be reasoned with or bargained with.”

“You think the Trust is something like that?”

“I think the Trust itself were small men playing in a very big game. They called themselves patriots but they are really power hungry isolationists. They might as well be stock piling weapons on a mountain in Kentucky and taunting the FBI with hate mail. That being said there is something insidious and dangerous lurking in their dealings that I can’t put my finger on.”

“Do you think they still have a foot in the SGC?”

“No, if they did they wouldn’t have started this mess with Sebastian and Susan Manning. They would have found away to get access to Sebastian without causing a big public fight.”

– – – –

“I’ve reviewed the questions you’ve submitted for the interview and while I don’t agree with all of them—I haven’t struck any from the conversation.” John leaned back in his chair and regarded Iris March with a small frown. “You were very intuitive and kind when you interviewed Dr. McKay and myself. I trust you’ll do the same with our child. While neither one of us will be on camera this time; we will be monitoring the interview and will stop it if we feel you’ve gone too far or if he becomes upset.”

“I understand, General Sheppard, trust me when I say that I’ll do my best to keep the interview up beat and focused on his present circumstances. Your goal for this interview couldn’t be more clear.” Iris glanced around the office she’d been ushered into once she’d entered the McKay-Sheppard home and nodded. “In here?”

“Actually, out on the deck. He said he didn’t want to be inside for this.”

“That’s great. You have a beautiful property. It will do good to highlight the home Sebastian has with you here.” She stood and walked to the large window. “I’ll do my best to make this interview painless and vivid, General. I, for one, happen to believe that he’s your son and that he belongs with you. I know the public opinions on this issue haven’t been great and he’s so called Aunt has been stirring the conservative pot into a frenzy. We’ll do our best to put that in its proper place.”

“Thank you.” John cleared his throat. “I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything.” Iris pursed her lips briefly. “You saved my life. You’ve saved the life of every person on this planet and no matter how ungrateful they are – you’ll do it again in the future. We have so many things coming at us at once and I don’t think most of the people out there even get that. I’m pitching a series about the SGC to my producers and I’d like to do profiles on the crew of the Phoenix after you announce the mission roster. I think the people deserve to know who is going to be risking their lives to save us from the Ori and the Wraith.”

John smiled. “I forgive you for almost making me cry.”

She laughed. “Well, I forgive you for making me cry. It was the hardest interview I’ve ever done in my life. I can’t even watch it and it won me an Emmy.” Her mouth thinned to an almost frown. “You know his father contacted me and tried to get me to interview him as a rebuttal.”

“I didn’t know.”

“It happened while you were missing.” Iris shrugged. “I won’t repeat what I said to him, I try not to say those words in every day conversation.”

– – – –

“Tell me about your Dads. You know the stuff no one knows.”

Sebastian laughed. “You mean like how they both like blueberry poptarts for breakfast?”

“Yeah.” Iris smiled. “Stuff like that.”

“Neither are even human before a half a pot of coffee but the General likes to pretend he doesn’t even drink the stuff.” Sebastian swung a foot as he talked. “They both suck at Halo, and if I have to play video golf on the Wii one more time I might go on strike. Everyone in the family is addicted to video golf but me—even Aunt Jeannie plays it.”

“Tell me about your Aunt Jeannie.”

“She’s an engineer. A brilliant one. She designed and is overseeing the construction of the orbital defense platforms the SGC is launching. Two of the four platforms are already in orbit. My cousin, Madison, and I got a tour of the first one last month and it was very cool.”

“Does she live here?”

“No, not in this house but my Dads are building her a house on the property. We have about eighty acres so there is plenty of room and it would be nice if Madi was close by.”

“Your Aunt Jeannie recently got engaged.”

“Yeah, to Dr. Radek Zelenka. He’s a mechanical engineer at the SGC and he’s worked with my Dad, Dr. McKay, for like ten years. They’re very good friends, which is good since he’ll be family soon enough.” Sebastian raised one eyebrow and offered her a small smile. “My Uncle David is engaged to be married, too. Getting married is practically contagious around here.”

“Yes, the New York Times reported his engagement to Dr. Jennifer Keller several weeks ago. How well do you know her?”

“She’s my personal physician and she’s very smart. It’s nice to be around people who understands what it’s like to be really smart at a young age. Dr. Keller was getting ready for medical school when she was my age. I don’t have to pretend to be a stupid little kid around her.”

Iris laughed. “I see and you have in the past?”

“Yeah, it was easier when I was younger to pretend I was normal. Adults didn’t treat me like a freak if they thought I wasn’t any different than any other kid they knew. My mom was great and I miss her a great deal but there were people in her life that never accepted me for what I was. She tried really hard for me but she didn’t have a great support network.”

“And you have that here with your Dads?”

“Yeah, they both expect me to perform at my highest level. I don’t have to pretend to not understand something just so everyone else will be comfortable around me. All of my family accepts me for who I am. My Dads are in a position to really indulge my educational needs and that’s something my mom always struggled to provide for me. I think she would be relieved and thrilled to know that if I tell my Dads I want to study stellar drift over the last fifteen thousand years… that within the week there will be a construction crew on hand building me my own personal telescope for the project.”

“Some might say that makes you spoiled.”

“Yeah, well, and some people might say that I’m being corrupted living with two gay men. Like my Dad, Dr. McKay, would say—I try not to waste time thinking about what idiots may or may not say about me.” He glanced at his Dads who were just off to the left of the camera and found McKay grinning. “I may get more material things than the average kid in this country but if I’m spoiled it’s not because of those things but because they love me and accept me for who I am.”

“And that’s what matters to you?”

“Yes, it’s really the only thing that matters. Granted, it’s great living in this stupidly big house and life is an adventure around here—but I would be just as happy with them if they were every day guys and we lived in a regular house with a postage stamp backyard. This window dressing is great but it’s the people that live here that make this my home.”

“Do you want to talk about the upcoming custody hearing?”

“Not particularly but people expect it, right?”

“Right.”

“I’ve met Dr. Susan Manning once my whole life and that was only recently. She was rude, insulting to my fathers and my mother. I think she wants money. After all, I didn’t notice her coming to my rescue when I spent six months in foster care—yet all these months later when I’ve got billionaire parents—she comes out of nowhere and tries to make a claim on me. It’s ridiculous and she isn’t even a blood relative. My grandmother was married to her father for barely six months—I don’t think that makes much of a familial relationship.”

“And Mark Williams?”

“I’ve seen the DNA results—I know who my father is and even if I hadn’t—my mother told me that my father was John Sheppard and I believe her.”

“And his claims that the results were faked and you’re being kept from him like some kind of government conspiracy?”

“Yeah, okay and aliens really crashed landed in Roswell, Jesus Christ Ascended, the Moon landing was faked, the USS Eldridge really did disappear, and the second shooter on the grassy knoll was a Goa’uld. Seriously?” He sighed. “My mother was a brilliant woman and she would have never wasted her time with a man like Mark Williams. She valued intelligence and a good work ethic. Also, we lived basically fifteen miles from Mr. Williams nearly the entire time my mom was alive and he never once made an appearance. For the record, neither Dr. Manning or Mr. Williams showed up for my mother’s funeral. Which made local headlines because of the accident. There were news crews all over the scene because I was trapped in the car for a couple of hours. Neither of them could have missed the coverage of the accident or of the fact that I was orphaned in that accident.”

“So you think he’s interested in money as well?”

“I don’t know what his game is. I think he believes my Dads will pay him off to go away.”

“You don’t believe in pulling your punches, do you?”

“My Dads said I could say whatever I wanted during this interview and besides I figure you’ll edit anything out that makes anyone important uncomfortable.”

Iris grinned. “Actually, no, I don’t think I could stand to edit you at all. You know, I interviewed your fathers.”

“Yeah, I’ve seen it. I watched it while I was in foster care. You were pretty tough on them.”

“Yeah, I was,” Iris admitted. “Do you want to talk about foster care?”

“Not really. It wasn’t a great time and I got moved around a lot. The system isn’t designed to take care of kids—it’s designed to put kids out of sight so people don’t have to think about them. Every house I was in besides the last one had at least ten kids crammed into them. None of them were great situations and I never felt safe. It was pretty hard to go from being the center of my mom’s world to being one of ten kids shoved into a three bedroom house where I was lucky if no one noticed me during the day.”

“Things were rough, then.”

“Very. The best I could hope for was to be ignored because when I wasn’t ignored by the other kids—I usually went to bed with bruises. I think the foster care system is a lot like prison—kids go in pretty messed up and come out completely messed up. I don’t even want to know what kind of person I would have become if I hadn’t escaped it.”

“Not much has been said about how you were reunited with your father. Would you like to talk about that?”

“The state sold off my mother’s estate and never looked up her will. I guess the original social worker for my case was either corrupt or lazy. I don’t know for sure. I was in a foster care home two hours after I was released from the hospital after the accident. No one believed me when I told them who my father was and I wasn’t given any opportunity to prove it. They figured I was lying because he was so famous.”

“Do you blame them?”

“Absolutely. It isn’t like it would have been difficult to prove or disprove and my mother’s will actually named him as my father and gave him custody. That I was put in the foster care system at all was gross negligence by the state of California. My Dads have given me the option of suing but I declined. I’d rather forget it ever happened.”

“Would you be interested in seeing new laws in place in this country when it comes to the governing of the foster care systems in individual states?”

“I think foster care should be federalized to be honest. Individual states—kids get lost in the system and bad parents move out of state to avoid inspections and follow up visits. If it were federalized they would have a harder time hiding and kids would get the help they need. But that won’t happen because, really, most politicians in this country are far more interested in their own bottom line. They’d rather line their own pockets and do their friends favors than really help people. Our homeless population, poor mental health care, and foster care systems speak to that. When I look at how this country treats the weakest members of society—I’m ashamed.”

“Aren’t you a little young to be worried about such social problems?”

“Well, I can only spend so much time worrying about the defensive capabilities of my Lego castle.” He flushed. “Sorry, that was snide. Dr. Lam said I shouldn’t be snarky during the interview.”

“Caroline Lam, the Chief Medical Officer of the SGC. She’s dating Admiral Sheppard, is that correct?”

“That’s what the tabloids are saying,” Sebastian said dryly. “It would be rude to comment on my Granddad’s personal life when he’s made no personal announcements of his own. Just because he’s the Director of the Home World Security doesn’t mean that his private life should be fodder for everyone’s entertainment.” He grinned. “Still, she’s pretty amazing for someone with access to abnormally large needles so if he is dating her—I’ve surely got the coolest granddad on the planet.”

“Are you worried about the upcoming custody hearing?”

“No, not at all.”

“Why?”

“My Dads promised me everything would be okay and I believe them.”

“That simple?”

“Yeah, that simple. They make promises to the whole planet nearly every day and keep them—so yeah I can take them at their word. Even before I came here, before they even knew I existed I trusted them to do the right thing. There are a lot of people who complain about my Dads being gay, about having me, about being in the positions they are in because they are gay—whatever. Those same people wouldn’t even be here if it weren’t for people like my Dads and everyone else at the SGC. You have politicians on Capitol Hill screaming about full disclosure and the World Protection Act and ten years of classified missions—and not a single one of them even stops to think about all the people that sacrificed themselves to keep us safe during those ten years.”

“You find that frustrating?”

“I’m not saying they don’t have the right to complain about what ever petty little thing they want to – but it would be polite to at least acknowledge that they wouldn’t even be here to complain if it weren’t for my Dads, who have both nearly sacrificed their own lives to quite literally save the planet in the past. Two hundred and forty-six men and women have died defending the Stargate and Earth—the media never talks about them. Seventy-six people are going on the Atlantis mission, they are leaving their families and friends behind all in an endeavor to keep the rest of us safe—and there are people protesting at the White House about the expense of the Stargate Program. It’s like they simply don’t get the fact that we’d all be dead inside six months if the Stargate Program was shut down.”

“Some might say that your statement proves you’re exposed to situations and circumstances too advanced for your age.”

“I’ve an IQ of 227, Ms. March. I started worrying about global warming when I was four. My age is… inconsequential. Anyone who watches CNN has been exposed in-depth to the problems we face as a planet. I watched my father be fed on by a Wraith on national television. Every time I closed my eyes for two months I saw that monster in my head. I’m pretty sure half the country had the same problem—you’d have to have a functioning IQ of an apple not to be freaked out and concerned about the Wraith.”

“227.” She swallowed hard. “What does that mean?”

“Depends on the test actually. Most anyone over 200 falls into the category of “unmeasureable genius” and are in the top one percent of the population. People like Dr. Stephen Hawking, Dr. Charles Eppes, and Dr. McKay. Dr. McKay is quite literally the smartest man on the planet. His IQ has been officially measured at 230 and a test when he was an undergrad at North Western put him at 252, but he doesn’t claim that score. Hawking is estimated between 180 and 210. Eppes tested at 220 when he was twelve and has refused testing since. Most assume his is actually much higher. Mozart supposedly averaged in the 160s, Newton around 190, da Vince is estimated to be around 220, and Galileo is suspected to have been in the upper 180s. I’ve had four IQ tests that I actually took seriously. I scored from 227 to 245 but I’ve always discounted the highest of them because it skewed high. The examiner got very excited and as a result I don’t think the final score was valid.”

“So, you’re a genius.”

“Yeah, something like that.” He offered her a sly grin when she laughed. “If the looks and money hold out—I’ll be dangerous when I’m all grown up.”

She blushed. “You’re dangerous already.” Relaxing in her chair, Iris checked her questions list. “Speaking of growing up—what do you want to do? Are you thinking of following in your parents footsteps?”

“I’ve got some time to consider that. I’m fairly certain I’ll have my first PhD before I can even legally vote. That will open up my options considerably. I’d like to build ships which means degrees in Aeronautical Engineering, Astrophysics, and Mechanical Engineering at the very least. I also think considering Biochemical Engineering. Our technology has had a few leaps due to the Stargate program but that doesn’t mean we should content ourselves to with technology we can find. It’s important to keep striving for our own advancements and our own technologies. My Dad’s work on the Phoenix highlights that. While it is a meld of Asgard, Ancient, and even Goa’uld technologies—it is also an immense feat of human engineering. The hyperspace engines on the Phoenix are our first foray into that kind of technology. That’s the kind of work I want to do.”

“So you’re excited about Atlantis coming to Earth?”

“I can’t wait to meet her. It’s hard to imagine a flying city but I’ve seen video footage of her like everyone else. She’s the technological touchstone of an advanced and long gone race—the epitome of their technology. That kind of advancement, it’s stunning. To think the city even survived after being abandoned for ten thousand years. Nothing we’ve built here on Earth could stand that kind of test of time. It says a lot about the Ancients and about what they were able to achieve before they gave up living in favor Ascension.”

“There are several large religious groups on Earth currently seeking Ascension—you believe they are giving up on living?”

“I think Ascension cults are seeking nothing more than organized, ritual suicide. It’s not honorable, noble, or even enlightened as far as I’m concerned. Ascension should be the last act of a vigorous and fulfilling life– not something you seek in your youth. The average age of an Ascension cult member is only thirty. It’s entirely selfish to seek a spiritual death when your mortal body is still healthy.”

“Do you think your mother’s death has colored your view on this subject?”

“Of course, but it doesn’t make my opinion any less valid. In fact, I have to say that if she’d chosen death over life with me I’d pretty irritated. She didn’t choose and it’s something I live with everyday but at least she didn’t leave me on purpose.”

Iris signaled to her camera man and offered Sebastian a smile after she was given a thumbs up. “Okay, we’re going to take a small break and then I have one final question for you. Is that cool?”

“Yep.” Sebastian shot up out of the chair. “Half hour?”

“Yes, that works.” She watched with dark eyes as he darted into the house and then focused on Sheppard and McKay. They both looked like coiled vipers sitting across the deck in a large lounge chair. Sheppard rolled to his feet as she cleared her throat. “He’s not what I expected.”

John laughed. “No? I imagine quite a few people will find him a surprise.”

She waved a hand. “I mean, I knew he was smart because of that Millennium Problem thing but when I watched him on Ellen he just seemed like any other little kid except he was smart enough to win a million dollars and then selfless enough to give it away.” Iris stood and stretched. “I’ve had heads of state who didn’t put me through my paces like that.”

Rodney snorted.

“It’s true,” she protested. “Though not nearly as trying as interviewing the two of you. People ask me all the time how I managed to come out of that interview without a few war wounds.” She grinned when they both laughed. “Regardless, he’s done a great job and I think you’re right—no one is really prepared for what he is when he doesn’t hide his intelligence behind a little kid smirk.” Pausing, she considered her next words carefully and then took a deep breath. “Also, I think anyone who believes he’ll be easily manipulated will be disabused of that notion once they’ve seen him in this interview. I’ve never met a more savvy kid in my life.”

– – – –

Sebastian leaned against the closed refrigerator and emptied half the water bottle in long swallow. “I messed up.”

“Yeah?” Sean raised an eyebrow. “It sounded good to me.”

He shook his head and glanced towards the door as his Dads came in from the deck. They closed the door firmly behind him. “When she asked about Atlantis—I said I couldn’t wait to meet her like she was a person. That was a mistake.”

“Not a big one,” John murmured. “Only those who know Atlantis is sentient will get it. The SGC has always referred to the city as female and as if it were more than a piece of technology. Don’t worry about it.”

“Should we ask her to edit it out?” Sean asked.

“No,” Rodney murmured. “That would just draw attention to it and make her question why we’d want it edited out. I think it’s fine. The people who need to know about Atlantis’ AI already know and those who don’t really can’t do anything about it. It isn’t like the AI can be separated from the city—and the one time the IOA insisted it be tried they nearly blew up the city. She’s too valuable an asset to mess with.”

“They could make you try,” John murmured. “You or Miko.”

“Neither Miko or I would be successful – and I couldn’t condone the destruction of a fully functional, sentient artificial intelligence. She’s just as valuable as the city itself.” Rodney watched Sebastian finish off the water. “You’re doing well. She’s ready to continue if you are.”

Sebastian nodded. “Alright.”

He followed his fathers back out onto the deck and slid back into the chair in front of Iris March. She offered him her trademark, all shiny white smile and after a few seconds he watched her sort of ‘switch on’ her television personality. It was kind of disconcerting to watch her go from a normal woman to a bizarrely intense Barbara Walters clone.

“One final question, Sebastian, can you see a circumstance where you would live separately from your fathers and be happy?”

“No.”

“Not one?”

“No, not one and I’ve got a fairly good imagination. I went six months without my family and I’m not prepared to endure that again. I shouldn’t have to. I’ve already lost one parent; it wouldn’t be fair to take my Dads from me just because some misinformed, poorly educated woman has a problem with who they chose to love and marry.”

– – – –

John dropped back on the bed. “For the record, I think we need to do the DNA tests again because he is yours. Jesus, did he channel your attitude or is that just a gift of ‘unmeasureable genius’?”

Rodney chuckled. “Something like that. It’s good to see that his ego is healthy; he’s certainly suffered enough in the past year to put a healthy dent in him.” He pulled of his tie and tossed it on top of his jacket. “Why did we have to dress up for his interview when we weren’t even on camera?”

“Because we both know she caught us on camera several times during the tour of his rooms and stuff. You’re a scientist—you’re supposed to wear suits and stuff.”

“Whatever, you just like seeing me in this get up.”

“There is that,” John admitted with a grin. “I don’t suppose I could talk you into a uniform just for fun?”

“And I thought I had dog tag fever,” Rodney murmured with a sigh. “We meet with a judge in two weeks and that only gives us seven days after the interview airs. Do you think it’ll turn public opinion in our favor?”

“There are plenty of stupid people out there that aren’t going to change their minds—in fact they might see his intelligence and potential as a reason to ‘save’ him from us. But there are others who are going to see him for what he is—a kid who has already lost enough and doesn’t need to lose more.” John sat up and shrugged out of his own jacket. “But the lawyers have already said that the law is on our side. We’ve proven to the state of California that he is my biological child and Karen’s will was very specific about custody of Sebastian. Her ex-step-sister didn’t even warrant a single mention in the entire thing.”

“Yeah.”

– – – –

Jack O’Neill dropped the remote on the bed and shared a glance with his wife who had Jacob at her breast. It had never once crossed his mind that his brilliant and very active wife would chose to breast feed. Granted because there were two of them, they supplemented with formula which was cool because it enabled him to feed them as well. Meredith was asleep on his chest, her little body pliable and relaxed against him.

“I don’t want that for Jacob and Meredith,” Sam murmured. “But I don’t know we can avoid it.”

Jack sighed and nodded. He wondered if now was the time for him to tell her that there were people in Washington who wanted him to run for President. He’d been doing his damnedest to push them Patrick Sheppard’s way first because he figured that would give them a good sixteen years of control between the two of them. Long enough for Sebastian Sheppard to grow up. Long enough to secure the future of Atlantis and the SGC. To gather the world’s resources and prepare them for whatever else the Universe might want to throw at them.

The interview with Iris March had been startling and he was more than a little disturbed by it. “You think they’ll be smart like him?”

“Have you encountered a gene carrier that wasn’t profoundly talented in one way or another?” Sam asked. “I mean, even the ones that respond to the treatment are physically or mentally superior to just about everyone else they encounter. John’s gifts, like yours, are in leadership and charisma. Matthew Sheppard is one of the most gifted pilots anyone has ever seen. We’ve yet to put his ass down in a craft that he can’t fly. Did you see what he did with that Death Glider that Teal’c brought home last month?”

“Yeah.” Jack chuckled. “He had quite a few people beside themselves with envy over that—including his own brother. John loves to fly—is a gifted pilot but his baby brother puts us all to shame. That kid should have been born with wings.”

“So, yeah, I think they’ll stand out—they’ll make their mark on the program in one way or another.” She rubbed Jacob’s back as she spoke. “I just don’t want them to be constantly under threat, Jack. How do we fix that?”

“I think Sheppard and McKay are doing all they can to make it clear that children are not fair game. Anyone who doesn’t understand will learn their lesson the hard way.” Jack cleared his throat. “I won’t let anyone hurt them, Sam. I want you to believe that. We’ll leave Earth first.”

Sam’s mouth dropped open briefly and then she nodded. “There is something… Sheppard and McKay have a plan for that don’t they?”

“Yes and we’re on the list for evacuation if it comes to it. Anything that would be a threat to Sebastian would eventually be a threat to Jacob and Meredith.” Jack took a deep breath. “We’ve done a discreet head count of those who would go with us—currently we would fill the Phoenix to capacity. The plan will be reworked once Atlantis is here.”

“We aren’t going to land her, are we?”

“That will depend on her. Atlantis will make the determination as to whether or not she will land on the surface. By the time anyone realizes that she’s not just some piece of technology but a living, sentient city—it’ll be too late for anyone to do anything about it,” Jack explained.

“The IOA managed to keep that secret; did you ever wonder why the individual members didn’t share that information with their leaders?”

“Because it would have made it clear how little control we actually have over the most advanced piece of technology we know to exist.” Jack patted Meredith when she stirred against him. He nodded towards the television where he’d paused the interview of Sebastian Sheppard. “Do you think he’s okay? I mean, life hasn’t been good to that kid.”

“I think he’s in the best place he could be to be happy,” Sam murmured. “We can’t take back all the horrible things that happened to him—but we can protect him from further harm the best we can, Jack. That’s all anyone can do. He’s a brilliant child and one day he will be a brilliant man—a man shaped by two of the bravest and best people we know.”

– – – –

Two Weeks Later

“Your Honor, my client contends that neither Dr. McKay or General Sheppard are proper role models for her sister’s son and that his potential and his money will be squandered in their care.”

Rodney pulled out his Blackberry as he listened to the lawyer continue to make it clear that their amoral and decadent life style would only lead to ruin and then cleared his throat when the lawyer stopped speaking. “Our current net worth is 9.8 billion dollars. Sebastian’s trust fund has tripled, due to proper investments, since his legal adoption. I fail to see how we could possibly be squandering money. I should point out that even if John were to lose physical custody of his son—Karen Reilly’s will was specific about who would administer and control his trust fund until he reached the age of eighteen.” His own lawyer tried to shush him once and earned himself a death glare as a result. “Also, I can’t see how a woman who has had no less than five sexual affairs in the past three years can even attempt to sit in judgment of our relationship. At least we understand what it means to be faithful.”

John bit back a laugh and the judge cleared his throat.

“Dr. McKay!”

“I apologize, your Honor, if I spoke out of turn,” Rodney murmured not bothering to look contrite.

“Very well,” the Judge muttered dryly. “Mr. Colm, as it was made clear before this hearing—General Sheppard’s homosexual relationship is not grounds for removing his parental rights. Dr. Manning is not a blood relation and has had no role in the child’s life up to this point. In speaking in private with Sebastian, it is clear to me that he happy and well adjusted to his life with General Sheppard and Dr. McKay. I’ve reviewed the reports from both psychologists who interviewed the child and the social worker assigned to the case. There is, at this point, no reason to go to trial.”

“They intend to abandon him within the next six months!” Susan Manning tried to stand up from her chair but her lawyer clamped one hand down on her arm and she reconnected with her chair. “What kind of parents does that make them?”

“General Sheppard?”

“My job is not without risk and the mission to Atlantis, while vital to the security of this planet, is a very dangerous one. We’ve made arrangements and contingencies for Sebastian in case we are unable to return for him. His future and his physical security is assured. My father and my brother David will be remaining on Earth. They are our first and second choices for custody of Sebastian in the event of our deaths. He won’t be subjected to the foster care system again.”

“Do you believe that is enough, sir?” The judge asked with a raised eyebrow.

“No parent can promise to live forever, Your Honor. I did promise, however, that I would do everything in my power to keep the Wraith from culling Earth. I made that promise to him and everyone else on this planet. He understands duty.”

“So do I, General.” The judge met John’s gaze solidly. “The court is satisfied with John Sebastian Sheppard, Jr.’s current custodial arrangements.” He focused on Susan Manning. “The child has suffered a great deal in the last year and does not need to face such circumstances again in the future. Further legal action on your part won’t be met with tolerance by this court, Dr. Manning. Furthermore, I was asked to inform you that he personally declined any contact with you in the future. He finds you disagreeable and your intolerance towards his parent’s relationship makes him very uncomfortable. He went so far as to say that the one and only visit he suffered with you felt abusive.”

“He is my sister’s child!”

“Ex-step-sister,” Rodney retorted and then held up a hand in apology when the judge offered him a practiced glare.

“Dr. Karen Reilly’s will was very clear on the custody of her child. Even if John Sheppard wasn’t his biological father, I would be disinclined to deny her wishes concerning her son.” The judge relaxed back in his chair. “Now, I’ve agreed to this private meeting rather than a formal hearing due to the sensitive nature of General Sheppard and Dr. McKay’s work situations. The Pentagon let me know that the President expressed his deep concern about this matter and how it is negatively impacting their work. You can imagine I was encouraged to see this matter closed today.”

“I won’t be bullied and I’m entitled…”

“You aren’t entitled to a damn thing!” John snapped and stood abruptly. “Jesus, lady, you didn’t even bother to attend her funeral and you can’t tell me you didn’t know she was dead because I’ll never believe that.”

“General Sheppard, please sit.” The judge pointed at the chair. “I realize this situation is stressful but I believe it is in everyone’s best interest if we try to maintain a civil conversation.” He waited until John was seated. “I won’t be bullied either, Dr. Manning, and if I believed for a second that Sebastian would be better off in your care nothing on this planet would stop me from doing my own duty. As it stands, he wants nothing to do with you and you aren’t entitled to anything where he is concerned. As it stands there is no reason whatsoever to go to trial. Period. Your complaint is dismissed.”

– – – –

Ian Wilkes leaned back against the wall and let his hand rest almost casually on his P-90. The small hallway where they were stationed was cut off from the public and from the press that had gathered around the front of the building hoping to get a shot at Sheppard or McKay coming out of the private custody hearing. Sebastian had been briefly in chambers with the judge by himself and then he’d come out as everyone else was called in.

“It’ll be fine.”

Sebastian looked up from his eBook reader and then gave an abrupt nod. “I know. They won’t let her take me—no matter what the judge might say. I’m not worried.”

“No?” Jimmy questioned from his place in the chair beside him. “Because you look a little nervous.”

“The judge asked some pretty messed up questions,” Sebastian admitted. “And it’s not very cool knowing that Dr. Manning only wants me so she’ll been in a position of power over my Dads. Power and money.”

“Makes the world go round,” Ian muttered.

“Not cool though,” Sebastian responded. “There is so much out there people should be worrying about instead of petty power games. I don’t get it.”

“Good, you’re better off if you don’t.” Jimmy stood up and walked down to the end of the hall and then gave Ian a brief nod before he turned the corner to finish doing his sweep of the area.

“So,” Sebastian offered the Air Force offer a grin. “Are you hooking up with him? ‘Cause it looks like you are.”

“We’re just friends.”

“Oh yeah?” Sebastian raised an eyebrow. “How come you look at him like McKay looks at the General when he thinks no one is paying attention to him. You know… besotted.

Ian scowled at him. “Are you reading romance novels? You know that stuff will rot your big brain, Junior.”

Sebastian laughed. “Oh come on, you’d have to blind not to miss it and I’m not blind.” He straightened up as Jimmy came back around the corner.

“Any reporters break through the line?” Ian asked, shooting Sebastian a pointed look.

“Nah, the building security is doing a good job of maintaining the perimeter we requested.” Jimmy claimed a spot of wall a few feet down from Ian and frowned at the two of them. “What are you two talking about?”

“Nothing,” Ian responded immediately and then both soldiers straightened away from the wall as the door opened and everyone but the judge spilled out. Ian moved to stand between Sebastian and Manning without hesitation.

“This isn’t over,” she snapped, her glare fixed on Sheppard and McKay.

“It’d better be,” John responded. “Take a look around, Dr. Manning, I think you’ll find that you’re short on rich and powerful benefactors. Whoever is left won’t be there for long and you might want to ask yourself why.”

She flushed. “Are you threatening me, General Sheppard?”

“No. A threat would be me telling you that if you ever come near my son again I’ll kill you. That would be a threat.” He watched the color drain out of her face. “Martinson, signal for transport and make sure our exit is still secure. Wilkes, on McKay’s six.”

– – – –

John slid up onto a bar stool beside Mark Williams and signaled the bartender. He waited until a glass of bourbon slid into place in front of him before speaking.

“You won’t get paid now.”

Williams snorted. “Seems like there are a few people still left around to pay me to make a mess or alternately not to make a mess.”

“You think I’ll pay you to go away?”

“I think you’re little fag husband will.”

John tossed back the bourbon and then set the glass aside. “There isn’t a circumstance on Earth where I would request or allow McKay to pay you off. You’re going to announce that we’ve had a private meeting and DNA tests were done that proved without a doubt that you are not his biological father. If you don’t, I’m going to kill you.”

“You think you can get away with it?”

“I know I can.” John slid off the stool and tossed a twenty on the bar. “In fact, it wouldn’t take much at all for me to get you labeled a threat to national security. Blackmailing a man of my position… that’s a stupid situation for a man to get himself in.”

“He should have been mine. She should have been mine and I would have… Karen wouldn’t even give me the time of day after you left.”

“That had nothing to do with me and everything to do with you. Karen never had any use for men who were going nowhere fast.” John stared at the man that really could have almost passed for one of his brothers. The resemblance was startling. “Go away, Williams, and leave my son alone. I’ll tell you the same thing I told Manning—whatever you thought you were going to get, it’s not going to happen now. And frankly there isn’t enough money or power on this planet for you to risk keeping me as an enemy.” He leaned in, held the other man’s gaze with little effort. “Your life has no value to me and I won’t hesitate ending it. Remember that.”

– – – –

“Done?” Rodney asked neutrally as John pulled off his watch and dropped it into a large bowl on their dresser. His headset, Blackberry, and various objects from his pockets followed.

“I think so. I don’t want to kill the man, contrary to what anyone might believe killing isn’t something I enjoy,” John rubbed both hands over his face. “But, I won’t tolerate his interference. Sebastian doesn’t deserve it and frankly I saved the whole fucking planet so I don’t deserve it either.”

Rodney sighed. “No, and not just because you saved the planet.” He sat down on a bench pressed up against the end of their bed and toed off his shoes. “Cambridge wants to schedule the presentation. They’ve been on the phone with Sean all day about it. The interview with him went over very well with a lot of people and the public is fascinated by him.”

“That’s horrible,” John admitted roughly. “He’ll never have any kind of normal life, Mer.”

“He never was going to have much of a normal life, John. Not ever. People like us… like me… we don’t get normal. In fact, what we usually get is so far from normal that insanity is our only escape from it. It’s hardly any wonder some of the most brilliant people in our history were insane by their forties. He has good coping skills and is fairly good at self-analysis… but in different circumstances he could have shattered under the weight of his potential.”

“Like you? Could you shatter under yours?”

“Oddly enough I think my father is the reason I didn’t.” Rodney shrugged when John glared at him. “Just surviving him was all the training I needed for life. I learned to hide, to lie, and to manipulate at his knee. I knew early on what buttons to push to make him so furious he couldn’t breathe and how to derail him without uttering a single word. I’m not saying we had any sort of equal relationship but by the time I was ten years old I knew he was a mentally ill man and I took advantage of that often. Playing on his fears and his hatreds became almost second nature to me, to this day I don’t know why he didn’t kill me before I reached adulthood. I really don’t.”

John grimaced and tried to push the image of Scott McKay out of his head. He didn’t need to think about Rodney’s father right now. “How far are we on charging a ZPM?

“I could do it tomorrow,” Rodney admitted. “At least, we pretty sure we could do it tomorrow. I won’t know for certain until I actually do it. But the proof work is ready, the charging station is built and ready to be installed. It’s missing the control crystal that I have here.” He motioned towards their wall safe. “We’re ready to go when you and Jack are, John.”

“We’re going to schedule a trip to the lab. One where you’re going to submit a report that you want to test the charging station. In reality we’re going to charge all seven of the depleted ZPMs we have.”

“In secret?”

“The President is aware of the plan. Skeleton crew on the Phoenix. Radek and Sam only for the science team.” John sat down on the bench beside him and took a deep breath. “Put Cambridge off. Tell them that we don’t want him exposed to the public eye that way and that it’ll have to be later, after the press have calmed down a lot. They can publish the proof if they want but no public presentation.”

“He’ll be disappointed,” Rodney murmured. “It’s a huge accomplishment, John. He deserves the recognition of it.”

“He can complain about me in his Nobel Prize acceptance speech,” John muttered in return. He nudged McKay. “You can, too.”

Rodney laughed. “I’m not going to win this year.”

“I think you will and I’m not the only one who thinks so. You’ve changed our world, Mer, and it’s about time people recognize that.” John cleared his throat. “How about the planetary shield?”

“China is protesting the launch of the shield. They say it is an attempt on behalf of the United States government to control the world. That we’ll be using the shield to extort power from them.”

“The decision?”

“They can’t stop us and we can’t afford to leave portions of the planet unprotected. If we give the Wraith a single square inch of Earth—the battle will be on the ground before we even know what hit us and the civilian causalities will be in the millions. The UN approved the launch of the shield without China’s approval and have promised to defend it as a ‘world resource’ as part of the World Protection Pact.” Rodney waved a hand in disgust. “The only good part of the whole thing is that I’ve put the shield in between the planet and the orbital platforms. I told everyone that it was the only way the platforms could be effective. If they are inside the shield, their power will be reduced.”

“You can configure the shield to accept the platforms.”

“I’d rather not configure the shield to accept any sort of weapons fire if I can avoid it.” Rodney curled his toes into the carpet under his feet and glanced towards the door. “Locked?”

John chuckled. “Trying to get fresh with me, Dr. McKay?”

“Yes. Absolutely. We’re still newlyweds, you know. We should have sex a couple of times a day.”

“Let me check on Sebastian and security.” He stood and then leaned down. “You, get naked and wait for me.”

“You have the best plans,” Rodney confided against John’s mouth as he leaned down further and took a quick kiss.

– – – –

John checked with Declan first, as he encountered the man as he was heading towards Sean’s apartment. “Everything good?”

“We’re clear for the night, sir. Six men on station and four off-duty in the guard house. We cleared out two reporters on the front gate this afternoon but no one has been back.” Declan leaned against the wall by Sean’s door and rubbed the back of his head. “Anything I need to worry about?”

“Nah, I think I scared the hell out of anyone who might have had the interest in coming this way. That being said—I’ll take care of the bodies if you have to put anyone down.”

Declan nodded. “They’ll have to come through me to get near your son, John and it’s been a while since I’ve come across someone who could kick my ass.” He paused. “Present company excluded.”

John laughed. “I have an unfair advantage.” He looked toward Sebastian’s door. “I’m going to check in on him. Our door will be locked for a few hours so if he gets up; keep an eye on him.”

“Yeah, no problem.” Declan clicked his radio and gave a few abbreviated instructions that John didn’t bother to try to keep up with. The men on the property had a verbal short hand that was a mixture of communication styles that emerged when you had staff that crossed all four branches of the armed forces.

“The Secretary of Defense accused me of having a private army.”

Declan snorted. “At the most we might be categorized as a strike force. Granted with our cross section of skill sets—we’re pretty bad ass.”

John chuckled, thinking of the fifteen men they currently had on staff for security. Everyone of them could be vicious bastards when circumstances called for it. “Yeah, you are. Tell Sean that McKay will be up at the ass crack of dawn so he shouldn’t bother getting up until Sebastian does. We’ll probably be in the mountain for breakfast.”

“Yeah, no problem. I might have to tie him down to keep him in one place for that much time.”

John just laughed. “Over-share,” he called over his shoulder as he walked to Sebastian’s door.

He found Sebastian in his bathroom brushing his teeth more thoroughly than most adults he knew. Rodney had a few quirks—behavioral tics that John had noticed early on so seeing the behavior in his own child wasn’t entirely alarming. John figured he would have to worry when Rodney started buying hand sanitizer by the metric ton.

“Hey.”

Sebastian waved with one hand as he swished mouth wash around.

“Mer and I are going to the mountain very early in the morning for a few meetings. You’re staying home with Sean.”

Sebastian frowned but nodded as he rinsed his mouth with a cup of water. “Yeah, okay, that sucks though. I’m pretty sure I’ve talked Dr. Moore into giving me some time on the Asgard telescope.”

“McKay could get that for you.”

“Yeah, I know but when he bullies others into doing things for me…” Sebastian trailed off. “I get better results if they think it’s their idea and not something they are doing to appease or deflect him. Besides, it’s important that I foster my own relationships with people who will essentially be my peers within the next ten years. Right now I’m a cute little kid they indulge—but I fully expect to have my first doctorate by the time I’m seventeen. I’ve been exchanging emails with the Dean of the academics program at Fountain Valley and we’ve designed my course work over the next few years including most of the credit work I’ll need for my BS in engineering.”

John was silent as they left the bathroom and Sebastian crawled into his bed with a less than gracious shove at Zuri was sprawled on half of the queen sized mattress. The husky snorted in her sleep and rolled away from the middle of the bed. “I can put her out?”

“Nah, it’s cool and she gets her feelings hurt if I put her outside with the others.” Sebastian rubbed his head in an offhand way that John knew was a hint that he was over tired.

“Long day?”

“Not really, but I did an extra work out with Teyla so grandpa could watch. He wanted to know what she was teaching me and it was yoga today. You’d never think that stretching and staying in one position for so long would be so tiring.”

John sat down on the edge of the bed and arranged his covers. “What did your granddad think?”

“I don’t think he considers meditation and yoga much of a physical activity but he kept his opinions to himself. I mean, the man did get Ian to go out and get my little kid sized boxing gloves. It’s pretty obvious where he’d prefer I focus my physical energy.”

“That reminds me, Major Rayne, a transfer from the Royal Air Force has a son about your age. I thought maybe you might like to meet him.”

“Like a play date?” Sebastian asked amused. “I’m not five, Dad.”

John laughed softly. “No, not exactly a play date. But he is new around here and school doesn’t start for a few months for either of you. His parents are divorced and I figured you might like someone your own age to hang out with this summer.”

Sebastian frowned and then looked away. “You know, that doesn’t work out often.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, kids my age normally think I’m a freak, Dad. It isn’t like they have any sort of frame of reference when it comes to someone like me. I can’t imagine being the only child of a high profile billionaire gay couple is going to make any of that easier. Even when I was just a brain trust—kids my own age were kind of hard to take. I had a few friends, but even the ones that stuck around after I went to foster care have fallen off the grid except for email. Their parents think it’s dangerous to be around me because of the press coverage and… well it is. It is dangerous to be around me and I’d hate to see some other kid get hurt because they got caught in a situation that…” Sebastian sighed. “What’s his name?”

“Devlin. His mother is Irish and his father has been in the RAF for about fifteen years. He’ll be eleven in a few weeks and they have him enrolled in one of the area private schools for the fall. He’s a bright kid, heavily involved in sports when he was in Great Britain. He tried out and made that little league hockey team you were interested in earlier in the year.”

Sebastian nodded. “Dad mentioned a girl that will be going to Fountain Valley with me… Rachel Davis.”

“Yeah, her Dad is going to be taking a position at the Air Force Academy in the fall. I understand they are house shopping right now. You want to meet her?”

“If she’s game. I wouldn’t want her forced into it—not Devlin either. I mean, I don’t want you pulling rank to get me friends.”

John laughed. “I’ll do my best not to be that kind of asshole and it was Major Rayne’s idea. The Major doesn’t have the gene but Devlin does. I’ll probably be taking him for a trip up in a Puddle Jumper later in the week if things don’t get hectic.”

“Can I go?”

“Yeah.” John brushed a lock of hair off Sebastian’s forehead and sighed. “I just would really like you to have some normal stuff in your life.”

“I know.”

– – – –

John flipped the lock on their door, a dead bolt, with a twist of his wrist and pulled off his t-shirt as he started towards the bed. He hadn’t honestly thought his spouse would be naked and waiting for him so he was very pleasantly surprised to find that McKay had followed his instructions. “Jesus.”

“Not even close,” Rodney murmured as he stroked his cock with one hand. “But you aren’t the first to make that mistake.”

John chuckled as he shoved off his shoes, and then shucked pants and boxers in one maneuver. He stopped briefly to rid himself of his socks and then crawled onto the bed without saying anything. His lips brushed over one of McKay’s knees as the scientist spread his legs and canted his hips just a little at John’s advance.

“Hey you,” John murmured and pressed a kiss against Rodney’s inner left thigh. “We absolutely do not get enough naked lostness time.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” Rodney returned and pushed his fingers idly through John’s hair as John flicked his tongue over the head of McKay’s cock. “Fuck.”

“Oh, I’m going to,” John promised. “I’m going to stretch your pretty ass and fuck you through this mattress.”

McKay chuckled and after a moment slid one of his hands under a pillow and came back with a tube of lube. “I love a man with a plan.” He dropped the lube on the bed beside them and shuddered when John took his cock deep into his mouth. “I love your mouth. I love your hands. I love your cock.”

“I’m very amazing and lovable,” John conceded.

John slicked up two fingers and huffed out a little breath of amusement as Rodney lifted his hips off the mattress and met his questing fingers eagerly. They’d long gotten past being coy about what they wanted and needed from one another. McKay’s body yielded to the familiar penetration and in under a minute he was adding a third finger, twisting and plunging them into his lover’s body with skill and experience. Every time he hit his prostate, Rodney gave him a breathy groan.

“In me,” Rodney demanded. “In me, right now.”

John wiped his fingers on the sheets beneath them and then used both hands to grip McKay’s hips. He positioned his lover just as he wanted him and then slid in deep with one thrust. “Like this?”

“Yes, just like that.” Rodney arched up off the mattress and rocked on John’s cock with abandon. “Fuck me. Fuck me.”

John shuddered and after a few precious seconds started to thrust deep and hard into his spouse. McKay clung and demanded more with each heavy penetrating stroke until they were straining against one another, fingers sliding on sweat slicked skin for purchase, for more friction. John slid one hand between them, wrapped his fingers around Rodney’s cock and started to jack his cock with long, firm strokes.

John thrust deep and held himself there as McKay started to shudder and jerk against him. “That’s it, Mer. Come for me.” He jerked the cock in his hand quickly, wringing an orgasm out of his lover with relief because his body was giving him all kinds of warnings that he wasn’t far behind.

“I love you,” Rodney murmured, breathless as he relaxed under John.

John started to move again, his thrusts deep, penetrating and abrupt as he lost what little control he had left and came hard. “Ah, fuck, Mer.” He buried his face against the side of Rodney’s neck and shuddered through his climax.

They both let the silence take them for a long time and then John shifted, rolled to his side and pulled his scientist close. “We’ll be okay, right?”

“Yeah.” Rodney nodded. “We’ll be fine. I’ll charge ZPMs, we’ll retrieve Atlantis, we’ll defeat the Wraith and anyone else who bothers to come our way. Our son… children… will be safe.”

“Children.” John chuckled. “I can’t wait.” He sighed. “We should stay in counseling with Heightmeyer—obviously we’re going to need help not fucking up our kids any more than necessary for survival.”

“Agreed.”

“I love you, too,” John murmured as he pressed a kiss against McKay’s forehead. “Sometimes I feel so much for you that I don’t have the words to explain it…I can’t imagine my world without you. I’d never want to imagine my world without you.”

“You don’t have to,” Rodney whispered. “I’ll never leave you, John. Not ever.”

John relaxed and he nodded in the darkness. When the smartest man in the galaxy makes you a promise it’s something you can depend on.

The End

Keira Marcos

In my spare time I write fan fiction and lead a cult of cock worshippers on Facebook. It's not the usual kind of hobby for a "domestic engineer" in her 30's but we live in a modern world and I like fucking with people's expectations.

194 Comments:

  1. *sighs happily*

    No matter how many times I read this ‘verse, I always fall in love all over again.

    Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

  2. I don’t know why I haven’t read this series before, but DAMN, it’s good. The idea of all ATA gene carriers being bisexual is interesting, as is McKay owning a bar (or formerly owning), but really what gets me about this series is John and Rodney being the poster couple for ‘Star Wars’, lol. Elijah Wood is an inspired casting choice for their son, too. I also can’t wait to see how you portray Sentient!Atlantis in this ‘verse once they get her back.

    Thanks for writing, and Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

  3. This series was so cool and touched on so many social issues which the three of then John, Rodney and Sabastan all understand and have answers for. They all understand they are formed for better or worse by what happens to them in both the past and the future. The commitment of family and forgiveness of past acts shows how we can all live and learn. I don’t know how I missed you before and I have been so wrapped up in this story I don’t remember how I found you now. But you are the best writer I know and that even includes Xanthe. Keep on keepin on ~Nyre

  4. This is as usual an amazing story. I loved the natural way John and Rodney took to Sebastian, how sincere they were about keeping him close and how level headed Sebastian was about the chaotic things going on in his life. I think I’m with John though I think I take the whole family and move to another planet where everyone will leave them alone.

    I did hate one thing though…… it was too short. 😉 ~Nyre

  5. Another story that I just get hooked on and end up sitting up til silly o’clock ‘just reading one more part’!
    I love the way they gather an extended family around them almost by accident and share their lives with them.

  6. Even after …how many years?  I still say this is fucking genius.

     

    I will always have a soft spot for WMHB.

     

    \o/

     

     

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