Human Nature

Title: Human Nature
Author: Keira Marcos
Pairing: Sheppard/McKay, O’Neill/Jackson
Rating: R for language, violence, and adult situations
Word Count: 17,500
Challenge: DADT (McSheplets)
Betas: Ladyholder & Chris King
Status: Completed One Shot (and not series related)
Disclaimer: I don’t own them. Don’t pretend to. If I did own them the show would’ve been on Showtime!
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Summary: John faces some hard changes after Atlantis is returned to Pegasus.

Content: DADT!fic, slash, some background McKay/Keller, a little a lot of Keller bashing, eyebrow snark courtesy of Jack O’Neill, Marines with too much time on their hands.

Author’s Note: I started this story right after the show was canceled and I was quite furious over being stabbed in the chest repeatedly by the stupid writers. Seriously. I was so mad. Then I calmed down and shoved it in my unfinished folder. I pulled it out, finished it, and did some editing in response to the McSheplets Challenge this week. It could be the biggest piece of crack I’ve ever exposed my readers to. And yes, I absolutely did title this fic in honor of the Michael Jackson song. 🙂

 

– – – – –

The day that 10 U.S.C. § 654 made like the dodo bird, John suffered through ten meetings in three hours. The SGC had sent General Jack O’Neill, Dr. Daniel Jackson, three psychologists, one cultural anthropologist, and a new liaison officer to deal with the fallout. After all, Atlantis was a base of made up of two hundred and fifty soldiers, and nearly two hundred civilians at the ass end of space. There was sure to be fallout. John, being himself, assembled the entire military company in one of the big rooms they used for group training, strolled to the front of the crowd and made himself crystal clear.

“Good afternoon!”

“Good afternoon, sir!”

“The President of the United States has, in his infinite wisdom, strived to make our government a work environment free of all discrimination by removing 10 U.S.C. § 654 from the Uniform Code of Military Justice. As we are all enlightened, forward thinking intelligent people who spend our days going to other planets; I believe we will accept this change with all of the maturity and grace required of us. You have all received the new UCMJ in your email. After this meeting, you will go your quarters and read, understand, and accept it. Over the next few weeks, you may find that some of your fellow soldiers are comfortable enough to tell you that they are homosexual. You will be tolerant and grateful for the trust your fellow soldier has placed in you. If you fail to be intelligent, tolerant, forward thinking people – I will space you and report you AWOL.” He paused, looked them all over. “Dismissed.”

Jack O’Neill walked out to meet John as the Marines and various Air Force personnel scurried from the room. “That was truly inspired, John.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“It wasn’t exactly what we discussed, Colonel Sheppard.”

John looked at the psychologist, Dr. Frank Marshall, with hard eyes. “I’m in a war zone, Doctor. I send these men and women through a wormhole everyday and they stand a fifteen percent chance of coming back hurt or dead. I don’t have the time or the inclination to pander to stupidity. I have to put up with your little counseling sessions and your gender sensitivity classes but I don’t have to treat these people like children.”

“If you have a problem with the new regulations, Colonel, then we should discuss this before your attitude spreads to the rest of the military personnel on the base.”

John snorted. “I don’t have a problem with the new policies, Doctor. In fact, it makes my job easier. Because I can’t tell you how many times in the past six months, I’ve had to lecture men under my command for being indiscreet about where they spend the night. I thought the original policy was offensive and abusive the day I joined the Air Force and DADT was just as insulting and offensive when it was put into place. I’m pleased to see the end of it.”

“Your men may get the idea…”

“Marines aren’t allowed to have ideas, Dr. Marshall, they have orders.” John checked his watch and looked at Jackson and O’Neill. “Lunch? I’m always starving after I threaten people.”

“How exactly does someone get spaced on Atlantis?” Jackson asked as he followed O’Neill and Sheppard out of the room. “You’re in the middle of an ocean.”

“There are two hundred and twenty known space gates in the Pegasus galaxy,” John responded with a genuine smile. “I personally favor SX4-23Y. It’s orbiting a gas giant—great view.”

– – – –

Meeting number eleven happened after lunch and McKay graced them with his presence… his stupid girlfriend came, too. John had tried really hard not to resent Jennifer Keller and that had worked for all of twenty minutes when he’d found out that she was dating McKay and he’d felt like a grown up the entire time. Being an adult was clearly very overrated.

The worst part was that during the entire meeting, O’Neill kept sending him looks – looks that clearly said things like… ‘what the fuck, I thought he was your geek?’, ’you’re not really going to let Dr. Barbie keep your geek are you?’, ‘okay, really, grow a set—she’s like 12’ and ’seriously, Sheppard, you need to man up and take your astrophysicist back’. Obviously, Jack O’Neill was fluent in eyebrow trash-talk.

“I agree with Colonel Sheppard. I believe all the personnel on the city would benefit from the gender sensitivity courses.” Woolsey folded his hands on the desk. “So, everyone will just have to make time for them.”

“Mr. Woolsey, the infirmary is already understaffed.” Jennifer looked up from her tablet PC as she spoke. “We have very little down time as it is, and I don’t feel comfortable ordering my staff to participate in gender sensitivity courses just because the military has changed their polices. It doesn’t affect us.”

“I disagree,” John responded coolly. “This is a change that affects the entire base and I’m sure there are plenty of civilians who have hidden their sexuality due to the military regulations. In addition, we all work very closely together so it’s important that everyone be on the same page. Rodney, don’t you agree?”

Jennifer laughed. “Of course, he doesn’t. Like he wants to spend his free time in a class being told how to act around other people.”

Rodney cleared his throat and looked up from his laptop. “Actually, I do agree with Colonel Sheppard. It’s important that everyone in the city understands the circumstances that this new policy will create for the soldiers. There are more military personnel on this base than civilian, to be frank, and whatever affects them—certainly affects us. If they are all angry, upset, and difficult to be around all of our jobs will be more difficult. Also, I’ve got a few assholes on my staff that could benefit from learning not to call women ‘baby’ and ‘darling’ like they don’t have real names or something.”

She glared at him. “McKay, it is a waste of time.”

He frowned back at her. “I have an IQ of 230. I know perfectly well when my time is being wasted and when it isn’t. It’s been literally months since I was stupid enough to tolerate someone talking to me like I’m a child, Keller.”

John winced. He certainly needed no reminders of how close they’d come to losing Rodney and his great big brain to an alien parasite.

“You just don’t want to argue with Sheppard.”

“I argue with Sheppard every day. It’s practically our favorite thing to do.” Rodney waved her off. “I just actually happen to agree with him at this very moment. It probably won’t happen again for weeks. Now, as the Chief Scientist for Atlantis I agree with Mr. Woolsey and Colonel Sheppard regarding the gender sensitivity training. Which means this discussion is over—because the last time I checked, the infirmary is actually under my authority as I’ve been told repeatedly over the years that medicine is a science of some sort.” He went back to his laptop and pointedly ignored her glare, and everyone else’s shock.

“Okay then,” O’Neill said with a bright smile. “Since that’s all settled—I think I’m going to go find a pier and do some fishing.”

John leaned back in his chair. “Stop by the armory and sign out a Wraith stunner… some of the fish on this planet are a bit… large. There is a deep sea fishing set up on the northeast pier. If you catch one of those big swordfish like things—call the mess and we’ll have it for dinner. It’ll feed the whole city, easily.”

“How big, exactly?” Jackson asked glaring at Jack as he stood up to follow.

“Record is four hundred and twenty-two pounds,” Richard Woolsey said cheerfully. “Ronon and I spent an hour bringing that beautiful girl in. Excellent steaky type filet. We made several meals out of it.”

Jack grinned and rubbed his hands together. “Four hundred pounds, huh? I should have brought Teal’c.”

“If you get a bite, put out an all call.” John stood and picked up his tablet PC that he hadn’t bothered to consult during the meeting. “A few Marines will trot out to help you get it out of the water.” He glanced briefly at Jennifer and Rodney who were on the far side of the room talking in hushed, snippy tones. He managed to hold his smirk in all the way to the gate room.

– – – – –

“So.” Rodney dropped down in a chair near John’s bed and snagged a beer. “Jennifer has been unreasonable the whole day. I don’t know what her problem is.”

“Did you forget her birthday, the anniversary of your first date?”

Rodney snorted. “We’ve been dating six months, John. Anniversaries?” He rolled his eyes and drank half the beer in one uncouth swallow. “You know, I’m beginning to see that there are limitations on how far pretty and blonde will take a woman.”

John choked on his beer. “Jesus, McKay.”

“And when she found out I was coming over here to watch movies, like I’ve done every Tuesday since forever, she got pissy and told me that I should spend my time in the lab or in my quarters thinking about our relationship and where I see it going.” Rodney waved one hand, finished off his beer, and rolled his eyes. “Can you fucking imagine? Like I’d waste my brain cells on that.”

“Well, she’s probably heard about Katie Brown and the near engagement.” John shrugged. “Maybe she’s thinking it’s time you pull out a ring.”

“She said I had commitment issues and that I couldn’t maintain a healthy relationship with an adult,” Rodney grabbed another beer. “She even threw up Katie as an example.”

“What did you say?”

“I told her that I was perfectly capable of committing myself to a relationship—after all you and I have been best friends for five years and while I haven’t been the best person that whole time and you’re still here.”

“So, you, huh, brought me up in comparison to your relationship with Katie Brown?” John chuckled. “Really?”

Rodney flushed. “Okay, so that wasn’t the best example but really—you are the longest relationship I’ve ever had. We’ve got this friends thing down. I trust you with everything, John.”

“Thanks.” John cleared his throat and picked at the seam of his lounge pants for a few seconds in silence. “I trust you the same way. You’re a great person, McKay, and a loyal friend—if Keller can’t see that than well—that’s her loss.”

Rodney stared for a moment. “You don’t like her.”

“What?” John frowned and shrugged. “What’s not to like, McKay? She’s smart, attractive, and loves you—that’s all that I could want for my best friend.”

“And yet, you hate her.” Rodney pointed at finger at him like he always did when he’s stumbled across some great, epic truth.

“I don’t hate her.” He despised her actually—her silly laugh, stupid little smiles and her ridiculous flirty eyelashes. He sort of regretted rescuing her when she turned into a plant. Maybe a well-placed drone would have worked just as well. “I don’t even really know her. Teyla seems to like her.”

Rodney snorted. “Teyla told me that I should be myself around Jennifer.”

“Well, that would be a mistake. Unless you’re finished fucking her.” John snapped his mouth shut and looked away. He really hadn’t meant to say that.

“John Sheppard!” Rodney shook his head. “Christ, you really hate her, huh? I mean, you were always super nice to Katie. How am I supposed to be serious about a woman you hate? How would that work?”

John sighed. “Look, Rodney, it doesn’t really matter. I mean in a year or two, Keller is going to want to go back to Earth and have kids anyway. You’ll get a position at a university or maybe even work in the mountain. There will be brats—I mean babies and stuff.”

Babies?” Rodney repeated, completely horrified. “Are you smoking crack, Sheppard? I’m not going back to Earth. Like I’d leave the city of the Ancients to live on that cesspool of stupidity. Fuck. She can’t possible think I’d want to go back to Earth and breed.” Rodney grimaced. “I donated sperm to one of those genius sperm bank things—several women have purchased. I have plenty of progeny in the world.”

John sat up abruptly. “What?”

“Well, it’s important when you are smart as I am to make sure those genes are passed along.” Rodney defended. “I donated about six months after the Katie thing. While I don’t know their names or anything—I did leave instructions that if any of the children want my name they can have it when they get older.”

“How many have purchased?” John demanded.

“Four.” Rodney shrugged. “It’s not a big deal, John. I helped some woman have a really smart kid without the hassle of actually being in her life and my genes were passed along. Everyone is happy. They all know if their child wants to meet me they can when they are legally adult.”

“Jesus, McKay.” John frowned. “That’s so… clinical.”

“Well, in case you missed it, Sheppard, I don’t even like kids.”

“You seem to like Torren, okay.”

“Yeah, well, I can send him home when I’m tired of him,” Rodney snapped. “Look, I had a passing interest in that whole family thing but really—Katie Brown cured me of that. I would have destroyed her if I’d married her. She would have never been…” He sighed. “Jesus, I need to start being myself around Jennifer.”

“You did a pretty good job during the meeting today.”

Rodney snorted. “She came down to my lab shortly after the Daedalus entered orbit and we received the good news about DADT…” He trailed off. “Whatever. What are we going to watch?”

“I have the new Batman, Iron Man, and Hancock.”

– – – – –

The eyebrow trash talk had taken on epic proportions at breakfast as their all guy meal had been invaded by Jennifer. She’d tucked in right beside McKay and offered the whole table a smile that John distinctly remembered he’d seen on a Wraith Queen once. It made his feeding scar hurt a little.

Daniel had engaged Jennifer in conversation while O’Neill had shoveled back the Fruit Loops he’d brought with him and looked at Sheppard like he wanted to demote him for ‘failing to properly secure his geek’. It was almost as unnerving as Keller’s smug Wraith Queen smile.

Then three engineers stopped at the table and set Rodney’s hair on fire with their utter ignorance. John hid a grin behind his milk glass as McKay proceeded to rip all three of them bright, shiny new assholes for existing in his reality. He continued to berate them about power consumption and the structural integrity of the grounding stations as he tucked his tablet PC under his arm and picked up his tray. He paused mid-tirade and looked back at John. “Sheppard, are you coming? You promised to spend the day playing light switch for me.”

John popped his last piece of bacon in and grabbed his tray. “We’re supposed to be giving O’Neill and Jackson a tour. Remember?”

Rodney sighed. “Yes, okay, fine. A tour. Though I’m pretty sure this isn’t the first time they’ve been on Atlantis.”

“Yeah, but no one has ever showed them the cool parts.”

Rodney raised an eyebrow. “Did you charge the extra cars?

“Of course, what kind of man do you take me for?”

Rodney chuckled. “Easy and suicidal. Come along then—we can start with the labs. I think Jackson might find a few things to play with. See you later, Jennifer.”

“Nothing with Janus’ name on it,” O’Neill admonished. “I mean it.”

– – – – –

“So, Keller, huh?” Jackson fiddled with an Ancient device on Rodney’s worktable and just grinned when McKay reached out to snatch it. “Blonde, pretty, intelligent—I guess she’s your type. You always had a thing for Sam.”

“Not always,” Rodney shrugged. “After working with her for a year, I realized that she’s really out of my league. In fact, I can’t think of a single man I’ve ever met that is in her league. I’m personally too much of an asshole.”

Daniel laughed. “Well, I think we all are, to be honest. Sam is brilliant and a pleasure to work with. I really miss working with her sometimes but her responsibilities at the SGC sort of eclipse everything else these days.”

“Do you miss being a part of a field team?”

“Not so much. I like the research and the slower pace,” Daniel admitted. “I’m also really not in the mood to get a gun shoved in my face on a regular basis.”

“You should stay on Atlantis for a while—explore the Ancient database to your heart’s content. Translate all the crap that our linguists can’t handle. It could keep you busy for years.”

“It’s crossed my mind. Things are slower at home now and the Wraith threat looms large. Being out here searching for the technology of the Ancients appeals—even if I did have to go into the field sometimes.”

“Only if you wanted to,” Rodney shrugged. “Let’s go find the flyboys before John starts cheating. Last week he altered the suspension on my car while I was getting dinner. The fucker.”

“So you really built a remote control car racing track?”

“Yep.”

“You know that’s… very cool.”

“Well, we live in trying times, Daniel. A man needs a little diversion ever once in a while.”

“Is that what Keller is?”

Rodney groaned. “Can we seriously not talk about her?”

– – – – –

“All I’m saying, Sheppard, is that when you let a man like McKay get distracted by a woman that the mission is likely to suffer. What if he wants to move back to Earth with her? I mean, seriously?”

John banged his head against the wall near the transporter and wished, just once, that he could just let loose and tell O’Neill how he really felt about the whole thing. “It isn’t my place to tell McKay how to live his life, sir.”

Jack snorted. “What the fuck ever.” He scuffed the floor with his combat boot. “Besides she’s just going to try to change him. Nothing good can come that – nothing good at all.”

“Are you going home on the Apollo, sir?” John asked with a strained smile.

Jack just chuckled. “You wish, Sheppard. After the Apollo leaves, Jackson and I are on vacation for the next six weeks and the fishing here is outstanding.”

– – – – –

“So, Jennifer wants me to have dinner with her in her quarters tonight.”
John stored the last car in the crate they’d confiscated for storage and then shoved it into the supply closet only he and Rodney could open without a serious amount of effort. The track wasn’t a secret but everyone had to bring their own cars. By the time he’d stood up and faced Rodney he was fairly certain that he wasn’t grimacing or looking like he had a hernia.

“Look, Rodney, you like the woman. You’ve been dating her for months and despite what you think I really don’t dislike her.”

“Whatever.” Rodney crossed his arms. “And she accused me of ignoring her at breakfast.”

“You ignored us all at breakfast, that’s what you do at meals unless the food is really bad and then you bitch about the food instead of working.” John leaned against the wall beside the closet and watched amused as Rodney’s eyes widened fractionally. The leaning thing always did the trick. He’d figured that out at thirteen and God help the world after that. No one had been immune to John Sheppard and his seemingly poor posture from that point forward. “Besides, I thought you were going to start acting like yourself around her to see if she could handle it.”

“Obviously she can’t,” Rodney muttered his eyes drifting over John’s lean form with undisguised interest.

“Well, she did seem to like you when you were on her level and flirting with her.” John winced. Just when, he thought, had he developed a terminal case of verbal diarrhea?

“What do you mean by that?” Rodney demanded.

“I just mean, she likes it when you give her attention and aren’t being distracted by…” John sighed. “Look, McKay, you’re a brilliant man and a lot of people have a hard time keeping up with you.”

“Yes, but what the hell does that have to do with her liking me?” Rodney snapped. “Stop being evasive and tell me what the fuck you just meant.”

John flinched and straightened up from the wall. “Didn’t you wonder why it took her so long to diagnose that you had an alien parasite in your brain?” He demanded fiercely and then winced as the color drained out of Rodney’s face. “Your drastic personality change didn’t even register on her radar for fuck’s sake!”

“But it did with you?” Rodney asked softly.

“I asked her if your fever had… I asked her if when you got sick on the planet if that hadn’t affected you somehow and she said you were fine.” John’s voice cracked a little. “A week later you forgot where your own lab was and called me on the radio so upset you could barely speak.”

“John.” Rodney swallowed hard. “You’re saying that she liked me so much better with that parasite in my head that she didn’t want to notice I was sick?”

“She found you quite charming,” John muttered.

“Why the hell didn’t you tell me?” His voice hoarse with horror and incredulity.

“You said you loved her. That you’d been in love with her for a while. You’ve seen the goddamned videos she recorded; you know what you said to her.” John kicked the wall and grimaced when Atlantis brightened around him in an obvious expression of ire at the abuse. “Sorry, baby.” He patted the wall and walked away so he wouldn’t be tempted to do it again. “I didn’t want to ruin your good thing because you seemed happy with her. In fact, up until yesterday I was pretty much convinced I was going to get the best man question again—any fucking day.”

“I can’t believe…”

“Ask Jeannie,” John interrupted. “She admitted it to her—me I had to figure it out for myself. But Jeanie and I talked…”

“Jeannie has been sending me fucking screen captures from online jewelry stores!” Rodney straightened up. “Well, thanks for finally being honest with me.”

John groaned. “I just… damnit… Rodney she’s not a bad person, okay. And she does care about you and you said you loved her. I just wanted you to be happy, for fuck’s sake.”

“Do you hate her?”

John sucked in a breath and responded in a rush before he could change his mind, “Like hell burning.” He paused and winced at how relieved he was to say it aloud. “Sorry.”

Rodney snorted. “Were you going to tell me eventually? I mean, hell, John – this is a lot to keep down, even for you.”

“You deserve to be happy,” John finally said. “Look, I need to go… so I’m going to go, okay?”

“Yeah, okay.”

“And we’re okay?”

“Yeah, John, I… I understand wanting… I want the same for you, you know.” Rodney waved him off one hand. “Go ahead. This conversation must have seriously tested your stoic reserve to the maximum. I wouldn’t want you to explode from the angst right here in the hallway.”

– – – – –

Three days later, McKay was still doing his level best to ignore everyone. Jennifer had taken to glaring at John whenever they were in the same room together so he figured she thought he was responsible for Rodney’s bad mood and John couldn’t even pretend he wasn’t. He knew they hadn’t had the discussion, yet. If they had, he wasn’t sure if glaring would be enough for the impossibly young doctor.

“So McKay is pissy.” O’Neill dropped his spoon into his empty cereal bowl and John wondered briefly how the almost-goat milk was working out for him on the Fruit Loop front.

“Yeah.”

“Your fault?”

“Why would you ask that?”

“Because the girlfriend is glaring at you instead of at him.” Jack raised an eyebrow. “So fess up, Colonel.”

“Is that an order, sir?” John asked with a raised eyebrow.

Jack grinned. “Only if it has to be.”

“I might have told Rodney that Jennifer liked him better when he was getting his brain killed by a parasite because he was easier to get along with.”

Daniel Jackson snorted his coffee and then groaned in pain. “Fuck, Sheppard. Couldn’t you have waited a few seconds?”

“Apparently not,” John tossed him a napkin. “He didn’t take it well, either. You know how fond he is of his big brain. I think he’s more proud of it than he is his dick.”

“I can’t imagine how that’s possible—he has a very nice dick,” Jackson muttered and then flushed when he looked up and found both Jack and John glaring at him, furious. “What? Antarctica was a very cold, lonely place.” John stopped glaring and started frowning. Jack kept on glaring. “Don’t look at me like that, Jack, you were dating that woman from the Pentagon at the time.”

“So it wasn’t while I was frozen down there?” Jack demanded.  “Because that would be…”

“What?” Daniel asked, amused. “It isn’t like we would have made out in front of the stasis pod or anything.”

“You need to stop talking about that,” John snapped. “I didn’t even know he was bi for fuck’s sake.” At least, not until McKay had started checking him out. John frowned. Had McKay been checking him out all along and he just missed it?

“Then you have to be the most clueless man in the universe,” Daniel gathered up his computer and the two books he’d brought with him to breakfast. “Does high altitude flying break gaydar or something?”

Jack continued to glare at Jackson walked away. “I can’t believe…”

“You?” John hissed. “Jesus. What about me? I figured I would be the…” He broke off and blushed. He’d always assumed that if he’d ever gotten McKay into bed that he would be the first man. Now he knew differently and that sort of pissed him off.

Jack laughed softly. “Oh, I see.”

“Sir, please don’t make me say something rude to you,” John ground out through clenched teeth. He rubbed his face with both hands. “Want to go knock golf balls off a balcony?”

“Hell yeah.”

– – – – –

“This is a sweet setup, Sheppard.”

John grinned. “Yeah, every few months McKay uses the transporter from the Apollo to retrieve the balls for me. They all have microscopic sensor dots on them so they can be located. Then I toss them in one of the Ancient washing machines and they are all good to go.”

Jack notched another ball into place and lined up his swing. “Did she really miss figuring out he was sick because she liked him better that way?”

“Yeah.”

Jack shook his head. “That’s… that’s really fucked up, Sheppard. Considering how important McKay is to the continued survival of this mission it’s the kind of thing I would have liked to have been informed of officially.”

“Mr. Woolsey is aware of it.”

“I always thought she was too fucking young to the CMO but Weir and then Carter both agreed that she could do it.” O’Neill sighed. “I didn’t want to come off like some misogynist by disagreeing with them and Carter – well Carter and I really weren’t speaking by the time she got assigned to Atlantis.”

“How long will she be in charge of the SGC?”

“It’ll probably be permanent to be honest. They were going to give her the George Hammond but things have changed a lot since then. The IOA and the President both were really happy with her work out here and now that Atlantis is back where it belongs in Pegasus, the Wraith threat is temporarily slowed down, and Landry is looking to retire. The only other option that works for the IOA is for me to come back and I’m not interested… hell I’m ready to retire myself.” Jack whistled. “Easily five hundred yards.”

“Slightly different gravity,” John grinned. “It makes for a nice range. I’ve been trying to get the engineers to build me a golf course but they aren’t playing along.”

“Well, it would be good for base morale if we had some activities…” Jack chuckled. “I’ve been trying to sneak you guys some pool tables onto the Apollo for a year. I think with Sam in charge at the SGC I’ll probably finally get my way on that front.”

“So what’s up with you and Carter?”

Jack paused and then frowned. “Well… she was disappointed in me for a while and I let a situation get out of hand because I was an idiot.”

“We all have our moments, sir.” John crossed his arms. “Something to do with Jackson?”

“You could say that,” Jack lined up another ball and sighed. “Yeah, exactly that. I made a few mistakes on that front across the board and I paid for them in a couple of major ways. Hurt them both before it was all said and done. I like to think I’ve made things right.”

“It’s kind of hard imagining you being a fuck up, sir.”

Jack chuckled. “You know that so-called black mark on your jacket, Sheppard? If George Hammond had been a hardass like your CO in Afghanistan my jacket would be riddled with so many black marks I wouldn’t have made General if I’d saved the planet a couple hundred times.” Jack sighed. “And for the record, if I’d been there—I’d have been sitting in the passenger seat of the helicopter disobeying orders right along with you. Some people get so tied up in money and politics that they forget what it’s like to be out there—and what it would be like if no one came for them.”

John grimaced. “Didn’t make much of a difference, sir. I only brought home bodies.”

Jack snorted. “It made all the difference in the world, John, and it still does. The men on this base don’t look at you like you make the sun rise and set because you’re hot. They look at you that way because they know you won’t leave them behind if you have a single choice—no matter how much it might cost you.”

John grinned. “You think I’m hot, sir?”

“Who doesn’t, Sheppard?” Jack asked dryly. “You do look in the mirror, right?”

“Well, may I say the same, sir. I hope I look half as good when I’m fifty.”

Jack snorted, they both knew he’d been waving goodbye to fifty for more than few years. “Kiss ass.”

– – – – –

John swung the bag of sandwiches, chips, and sodas that he’d begged off the cook as he turned down the hallway towards Rodney’s private lab. He figured he’d let the man wallow in misery for long enough and it was time for an intervention. Food always went great with a McKay shaped intervention.

“So you’re saying you didn’t like me better when I was sort of retarded?”

John jerked to stop just outside of Rodney’s lab at the shouted question. McKay’s voice could carry a country mile he was pissed and he was most certainly pissed.

“You were sick, Rodney, you were never retarded.”

Brain damaged,” Rodney returned. “I had the functioning IQ of a two year old, Jennifer before it was all said done. In fact, I was smarter when I was two then I was near the end of that clusterfuck. I was so fucking stupid I’d forgotten just how miserable I was supposed to be. When did it stop being attractive for you? When I started to forget my friends? When I started to forget practically every thing I ever knew? How about when I still knew enough to know I wasn’t smart anymore? Was it still okay for you when I was clinging to you and miserable because I knew what I was losing?”

John winced.

“It wasn’t like that!” Jennifer shouted. “It wasn’t like that at all. Okay, so fine! When you first came home and you woke up—when I just thought you’d had an infection—you were funny and charming. I was really attracted to that part of you.”

“And it didn’t seem funny to you that I wasn’t my usual self? I was easier to deal with, right? I wasn’t bitching about being in the infirmary; I wasn’t trying to get you to release me early. I was easy to deal with so you ignored that something was wrong with me.”

“I didn’t ignore it!”

“I think you did. I think you liked the new me so much that maybe deep down, whether it was a conscious decision or not, you decided not to care how or why I was so different.”

“No.” Jennifer’s voice broke a little. “You aren’t being fair, Rodney. It wasn’t like that at all. Do you know what it was doing to me to see you go through that? I wanted to save you; I tried so hard to save you.”

“Yeah, right. If Jeannie hadn’t come out here and insisted I go to Ronon’s shrine thing, I’d be dead right now. You’d already given up on me! That was obvious. Hell, you didn’t even bring a full medical kit with you. You drilled a whole in my head with a goddamned DeWalt for fuck’s sake! Carson would have never made such an assumption—Carson would have come prepared for anything.”

“I’m not Carson Beckett!”

“No, that much is obvious. Because Carson would have known immediately that something was wrong with me. He would have found it earlier and I wouldn’t have to live with the knowledge that a parasite got in my head and slowly destroyed me and everything I am in a matter of weeks. I wouldn’t have those memories. I wouldn’t have forgotten everyone.”

“You didn’t forget everyone!” Jennifer shouted. “You never forgot John!”

John flinched. If he thought about it, he could still hear Rodney yelling for him—his voice full of panic and fear.

“What?” Rodney demanded.

“You never forgot John Sheppard!” Jennifer laughed bitterly. “Even when you forgot your own name—you remembered him. When you were scared, you went searching for him. When you got confused and forgot what you were doing—he was the one you needed. He was the only one you wanted. It was always John you called out for. The rest of us—we stopped mattering by the end of the third week. As long as you had John, nothing else mattered.”

“He’s my best friend,” Rodney said in a quiet voice. “The best friend I’ve ever had in my life. I trust him.”

“It would be nice if you could trust me.”

“I can’t imagine how I could do that after this.”

“You said you loved me.”

“When I was dying!”

John’s mouth dropped open in shock but before he could move away and find a spot to hide Jennifer came out of the lab with Rodney not far behind her.

“How could you tell him?” She demanded, tears welling in her eyes.

“How could you not?” John asked in return.

She stared for a few seconds and then slapped his face. “Everyone thinks you’re so nice. They don’t have a clue how cruel you can be.”

“I could say the same about you.”

She tried to hit him again but Rodney grabbed her and pulled her away from John. He shook her a little. “Don’t you dare hit him again! He won’t hit you back—but if you ever put your hands on John again—I’ll make you wish he had.”

Jennifer jerked free of Rodney’s grasp and stumbled a little. “You’re really choosing him over me? That’s the choice you’re making?”

Rodney frowned at her. “We’re done here, Jennifer. I think we’ve been done for a while and neither one of us noticed.”

John watched her walk away with a sigh and stinging cheek. “I was just… bringing you lunch.”

Rodney snorted. “And stayed for the show?”

“It was like a train wreck,” John confided. “I haven’t been here very long. Just a minute or so. I know I should have left… but I just couldn’t make myself.”

Rodney took the bag. “Well come on then—you might as well feed me since you came all this way.”

John followed him into the lab and didn’t say anything when the door shut behind him. He glanced back only briefly when he heard the locks engage. “So, what started that?”

“New data burst this morning. She’s been offered a partnership in a medical practice near her Dad on Earth. Her contract with the IOA is up for renewal in six months. She came down here all excited because her Dad had forwarded her some listings for houses in the area for us to look at and decide on. He also, thoughtfully, included a listing of job openings at several universities in the area.” Rodney unwrapped his sandwich and wrinkled his nose. “Is this almost ham?”

“No, the mostly roast beef.”

“Oh.” Rodney smiled happily. “Excellent. Okay, so anyways—she got really upset when I told her that I wasn’t interested in leaving Atlantis and going back to Earth.”

“Why would she think you would be?”

Rodney flushed. “I might have said something like that on our trip, you know. But I was distracted because she kept smiling at me and she kissed me and stuff.”

“So basically you lied to get laid,” John summed up. He popped open Rodney’s can of soda and set it in front of him. “So…what brought up the other stuff?”

“She told me she loved me and thought we wanted the same things. She thought I was ready to go back to Earth and have a family.”

“And you told her about the sperm donation stuff, right?”

Rodney groaned. “Oh, god, she did not take that well at all. She acted like it was the worst thing ever and told me she wanted me to call the firm and have the rest of my donation destroyed so other women couldn’t buy.”

John snorted. “Okay.”

“And she said I should try to find out who the women were so I could get visitation rights to see my children because I was an irresponsible parent.” Rodney rolled his eyes. “I told her that I was a sperm donor and if those women had wanted a man in their lives they wouldn’t have bought sperm. So anyway, she said that her future children had a right to know their siblings and that’s when I told her that I wasn’t interested in having children of my own.”

Rodney sighed. “Then—she said that she didn’t think she could continue to have a relationship with me if I was going to be on your team and hang out with you so much. She said that considering your life style choices and the new regulations—she didn’t trust us to be alone together. That you might as well be another woman.”

John’s mouth dropped open. “She said what?”

“I believe I was speaking English,” Rodney snapped. “I might have laughed at her when she said that by the way. I mean, no one looks at you and sees ‘woman’.”

“No, I would hope not.” John crumbled up his sandwich wrapper. “Look, McKay, I…”

“Stop, John, she had no business saying anything about your personal life to me. She’s your doctor and clearly she was using information she’d gained as your doctor and that is so far out of line that it isn’t even funny.” Rodney’s hands shook a little as he spoke. “I’m going to speak to Mr. Woolsey when we finish up here and demand she be sent back to immediately Earth for it. I’m your best friend but even I don’t have the right to know such things about you.”

“Like what?” John demanded. “What else did she say?”

Rodney flushed. “She said that she’d treated you for an injury that you’d obviously gotten from anal sex a few months back.” He closed his eyes. “So I told her that her telling me that was unethical but considering her history I wasn’t exactly surprised by her lack of professionalism.”

“And that’s what started the argument I heard about the parasite thing?”

“Yeah.”

John busied himself by putting their garbage in the bag he’d used to carry the food in and then finished off his coke in one swallow. “Okay. So. Fuck.”

Rodney reached out and grabbed his hand. “John?”

“I’m…” He closed his eyes briefly. “Jesus, how the fuck could she say that to you?”

“I’m very sorry,” Rodney murmured.

“There wasn’t… it wasn’t…” John took a deep breath, his face scarlet with anger and embarrassment. “I haven’t had sex with another person two years, Rodney. Yes, she did treat me for a problem—but it was self-inflicted. I got a little carried away with a toy… Jesus. I can’t believe I said that. It was a small thing but it sort of freaked me out. I trusted her…” He stood up from the stool. “I trusted her.”

“She’ll be gone on the Apollo, John. I won’t let her stay on our city.”

“I trusted her with a lot of things, Rodney. I trusted her with my people—with my best friend and that was a huge mistake.” John ran his fingers through his hair. “I need some space.”

“John, I know I’ve been a jerk and ignoring everyone these last few days but please don’t use this as excuse to do the same.”

“No.” John looked away. “I won’t. I just need some air and some space before I lose it and go find her.”

– – – – –

“Do you want to file charges against her?”

John looked up from the beer bottle he’d been staring at but not drinking and looked at Jack O’Neill. “Excuse me, sir?”

“Mr. Woolsey called me into his office when McKay explained that he and Keller had been fighting and she divulged some very sensitive medical information about you in the course of the fight. She was called in and didn’t deny it.” Jack slid down the wall and looked around the balcony. “Nice bolt hole, by the way. Took McKay twenty minutes with the sensors to find you.”

“Well, Atlantis really doesn’t have any ugly parts—at least from this perspective. She isn’t the best looking lady under the skirt but sitting on an ocean will do that.” John pulled a bottle of beer out of his cooler and passed it to Jack. “You’re going to retire out here, aren’t you?”

“Unless you can’t deal with it, yeah. Daniel wants to live on Atlantis and all I need is a place to fish and maybe fly around in a cool ship occasionally. Atlantis fits the bill.”

“Are you going to replace Mr. Woolsey?”

Jack sighed. “That’s what the IOA wants. They could use him on Earth and if I’m going to retire from the Air Force…”

“Right.” John nodded. “No charges. She’s young and stupid—I just never want to set eyes on her again.”

“She’s already been beamed up to the Apollo. Officially she’s transferring back to Earth of her own freewill—unless you want differently.”

“No, we don’t need the rumors.”

“Granted.” Jack cleared his throat. “But, John, I’ll nail her little ass to the wall if you want it. You have to know that.”

“I do, sir.” John closed his eyes. “She told Rodney that was I gay and that…” He flushed. “She told him.”

“I always figured you were bi.”

“Nah, a few Ascended women and guys.” John chuckled. “And there was a space pirate once—but she was so butch she might as well have been a man.”

Jack groaned. “Christ, Sheppard. Seriously?”

“Leather and a left hook that would make Tyson envious,” John said. “My hand to God.”

“Ha.” Jack plucked at the label of the beer bottle. “So you okay with me and Jackson hanging out here?”

“I can’t believe you’re asking me that.”

“This is your city, John. The IOA, the SGC… they can all think and say what they want but we know who she works for. She certainly knows who she works for. You really don’t see it, do you? You don’t see how rooms get brighter when you walk in them? How the walls in the hallways hum when you run your hand down them as you walk?”

“It’s just the gene, sir.”

“My gene isn’t all that different than yours, John and while she responds to me beautifully—I’m like a step child around here compared to you.”

“I want Carson back as the CMO.”

“The IOA might fight that because he’s…”

“I don’t care. I want Carson.” John closed his eyes. “I don’t think I could trust anyone else for a while and Carson is family. I know the people on Earth just think he’s a clone—but in every way that matters to us—he’s Carson Beckett. And, in case those assholes missed it—he helped save Earth.”

“Agreed. I’ll talk to Mr. Woolsey. In the meantime, Biro has been tapped to handle the administrative side of stuff. She’s a little wigged out but she’ll be okay.”

“She’s a good doctor. She was part of the first expedition.” John murmured. “What would you do out here?”

“Boss you around, fish, fly a Jumper sometimes, and maybe work on my dissertation. Don’t tell anyone but I’m ABD in political science.”

John spit beer out in front of him and laughed. “Don’t ever tell Rodney he would just die. Seriously?”

“Yeah.” Jack laughed. “I got bored in DC. I started out taking a few classes in anthropology but that got old quickly. Jackson would be so disappointed if he knew.”

“What does Daniel think?”

“Daniel… he’s wanted to be on Atlantis since the very beginning. He was so damned angry that he didn’t get to come out here originally that I was afraid he’d never forgive me.”

“You and he?”

“Yeah. Him and me.”

“Holy shit.” John chuckled. “I mean, you know the rumors have always been there. There must be people in two galaxies collecting money on that bet.”

“You okay with that?”

John snorted. “Yeah, I’m okay with it. Besides – he’s hot. Great job, sir.”

Jack laughed. “Yeah, he is. I mean—really.” He sobered up. “It could be you, you know. The IOA would accept you as the leader of the expedition if you really wanted it.”

John snorted. “I’d start spacing people inside a week. After about the third meeting on the nutritional value of the green potatoes from PR8-X31, I would just lose my fucking mind. Besides, it should be you. You deserve a cushy job at the ass end of space with a bunch of crazy soldiers and wackass scientists who make it their life’s mission to tear a hole in the space-time continuum. You did save the planet a few times after all.”

“I could come to hate you, Sheppard.”

“I won’t hold it against you, sir.”

– – – – –

“Rodney said I could have my own lab and I could find work here to do for the rest of my life, Jack. It would be great.”

Jack relaxed on his bed and watched Daniel move around the guest quarters he’d been assigned. “I kicked Keller off the city about three hours ago—while you were on New Athos with Teyla.”

Daniel stopped moving and turned to stare. “What?”

“She… she had a huge argument with McKay and apparently blurted out that Sheppard was gay and provided a few choice details that she knew because she was his doctor.”

Daniel sat down abruptly. “Jesus. What did McKay say?”

“He was the one up in Woolsey’s office asking that she be removed from her job. And apparently, she hit Sheppard. McKay was livid and wouldn’t even look at her when we brought her into Woolsey’s office.”

“Is Sheppard filing a formal complaint?”

“No, he just wants her to fucking disappear.”

Daniel pulled off his glasses. “Well, who else knows? I mean, did anyone overhear her and McKay fighting?”

“Besides Sheppard? No, I don’t think so. It was in his private lab on the other side of the city. The one where he goes to sulk apparently.” Jack watched Daniel for a few seconds. “I had the talk with Sheppard. He seems cool with me taking Woolsey’s place.”

“Why did you even have to have that conversation with him? He hasn’t fought anyone’s placement as leader—as much as he appeared to be attached to Weir—he doesn’t seem to care who sits in her chair now.”

“Oh, he cares. If he’d had a problem with Carter or Woolsey—he would have retired his commission and gone home. I know this—the IOA sure as hell knows this. No one likes to say it, Daniel, but this expedition wouldn’t survive very well without Sheppard. If he’s gone for more than a few weeks—the city starts to malfunction in ways that no one can explain. Power problems are usually the first sign. Atlantis doesn’t exist for him but she certainly continues to function because he’s here. I don’t know how long she would work for us if he left and there wasn’t a very strong gene carrier to take his place.”

“Like you?”

Jack shook his head. “No. I don’t think I’m enough. She seems to respond to me well enough but I’m not John.”

“How is he?”

“Upset. Very hurt though he isn’t going to admit it.”

“McKay?”

“Furious. If Keller were alone on the Apollo I would be worried about McKay blowing the thing up.”

Daniel took a deep breath. “Wow, that’s what I get for going off-world. I miss all the—horribleness.”

“How did you like the Athosians?”

“Loved them.” Daniel smiled. “Amazing culture—and the family groups are stunning. They agreed to tell me their oral history—I’m going to make them a digital archive for historical purposes. Teyla says that I could become the archivist for the galaxy—we could bring in people to tell the stories of their people. To keep them from being lost time or the Wraith.”

“Like Alexandria.” Jack tilted his head. “You can build this galaxy a library.”

“Yes. Just like.” Daniel nodded. “After all that I’ve done, Jack, it would be nice to preserve the histories of these people. It would feel good to do that for them.”

“Daniel.”

“I committed genocide, Jack.” Daniel took a deep breath. “Yes, the Ori were… Jesus they were fucked up. But I committed genocide—no matter how it gets sliced or analyzed. That’s what I did and there is nothing I can do to change that.”

“You weren’t alone in that, Daniel.”

“No, but I built the device that destroyed the Ori. I sent it to their galaxy. I activated it. I did all of that. It was my idea, my choice, and my actions that lead to the destruction of an entire race of beings. I live with that. That’s all I can do. But what disturbs me—what keeps me up at night sometimes is that somewhere along the way, I forgot how to talk to people and I forgot how to listen. I don’t think it ever even occurred to me to try to reason with the Ori. Not really. There was a time in my life when I would have done everything I could to reach out to them and the people who followed them before I resorted to what I did.”

“The circumstances…”

“Yeah. The circumstances.” Daniel paused. “I brought the Ori to Earth’s door, Jack. I did that. I caught their attention and in the end, I killed them all. That’s the price my curiosity exacted.”

“Daniel.”

“I’m okay. I just need to do something positive and something great for someone besides myself. I need to do this for these people.”

“Then that’s what you’ll do.” Jack smiled. “We’ll have to go back to Earth to settle some things but then we’ll come back out here and you can do that. I’ll help in any way I can.”

“Thank you.”

– – – – –

“Sir.”

John looked up from his tablet PC and waved Lorne into his office. “What’s up?”

Evan cleared his throat. “The… shit… you’re not going to like this.”

John closed his eyes. “It hasn’t even been forty-eight hours… surely.”

“It’s pretty bad, sir. Three civilians, four soldiers, and two of them are in the infirmary.” Evan took a deep breath. “As far as I can tell, it started with Master Sergeant Branson – who found out that Lt. Davis is gay and has been dating a guy in the math department for over a year. He decided to ‘school’ Davis on how to be a proper soldier. Lt. Wilkes and Lt. Harris interfered around the same time Drs Cole, Harrison, and James came upon the scene—realized that Davis was being bashed and jumped right in the middle of it. Cole has a concussion and Davis is unconscious. Biro sent me to get you immediately.”

John clicked his radio. “Mr. Woolsey, I need you to meet me in the infirmary. We’ve had an incident.” He clicked off after Woolsey agreed and looked at Evan. “Go to the General’s quarters and notify him in person that we’ve had a problem. Give him any details he requests and tell him that Mr. Woolsey and I are in the infirmary.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Wait… is Cole the math guy that Davis was dating?”

“Yeah.”

“Well shit.” He hit his headset again. “McKay, I need you in the infirmary.”

“I’m already on my way, Colonel.”

The infirmary was almost too quiet but John figured that would change as soon as McKay arrived. Cole was sitting up in a bed doing his best to see what was going on the other side of the room. Davis still appeared to be unconscious.

“Wilkes, Harris—haul ass over here.” The Air Force Officer and his usual partner in crime, a Marine, rushed across the infirmary and snapped to attention in front of John so fast that under other circumstances John might have laughed.

“Wilkes.” John tilted his head. “I thought you promised me no more brawling.”

The Air Force officer blushed. “Sir.”

“Tell me what happened and don’t bullshit me.”

“Chase and I were coming back from the gym. We came out of a transporter just off the living quarters where we encountered Lt. Davis and Sergeant Branson in an altercation. Davis was already down on the ground and Branson was kicking him.” Ian Wilkes paused. “And calling him a ‘fucking fag’, Sir.”

“And you responded?”

“Chase grabbed Branson and I tried to check on Davis—but Branson was so worked up that…”

“I lost control of him, sir.” Chase Harris sighed and then blushed. “And he kicked Ian and I hit him as hard as I could. Then he tried to hit me and then… out of nowhere, sir, we had three civilians jump into the middle of it. Branson hit Dr. Cole but Dr. Harrison and Dr. James helped us finally subdue him. We called for assistance and medical.”

John shot a look at Harrison and James who were lingering next to Dr. Michael Cole’s bed. They all looked a little roughed up. “I want all of you checked out for injuries—Ian where did you get kicked?”

“Side, sir.”

“Make sure you get an x-ray. He might have done some damage.” John turned as McKay came in—he was shouting on his radio at Zelenka and he looked just about as furious as he had looked the last time John had seen him.

“Whatever, Radek, just do something. I’ll be back as soon as I can.” He clicked off his radio and surveyed the infirmary. “For the love all things holy, John, please tell me my people weren’t involved in a bashing.”

“They weren’t involved—exactly. They were just trying to help.” John motioned to the three of them and found them all studiously looking way from their boss. He laughed a little. “Seriously, they weren’t really at fault. I was just about to go get their point of view. Maybe you can join me?”

“Sure, sure.” McKay huffed out a breath. He motioned John ahead of him. “Beauty before brains.”

“Fucker,” John muttered as Harris and Wilkes both snickered. “Harris, Wilkes—you’ll be on guard duty for Davis until this matter is resolved. Make sure you get checked out—both of you.”

“Yes, sir.”

Dr. Cole had an ice pack to his face and his uniform was torn. Harrison and James looked ruffled but they had at least tried to straighten themselves up.

“Gentlemen.” John tucked his hands behind his back. “Dr. Cole, are you seeing Lt. Davis on a personal, intimate level?”

The man took a deep breath as if to steel himself and then nodded abruptly. “Yes, Colonel Sheppard.”

“Were you aware that he’d told anyone about your relationship?”

“No, we’d definitely decided not to be the first ones to be ‘out’.” Cole flushed. “We were sort of… well we were waiting for someone of a higher rank to take that plunge.”

“I see.” John pressed his lips into a thin line. “Tell me what happened today.”

“I was going to meet Jacob in the main hall of the soldiers living quarters. To make it seem less personal I asked Dr. James and Dr. Harrison to walk with me. They agreed. We transported over to that section and upon leaving the transporter we saw Chase struggling with Branson and Jacob was on the ground apparently unconscious. Before we could get there—Branson got loose and kicked Ian Wilkes in the side and tried to get to Jacob again. He was screaming the entire time… saying some pretty horrible stuff. I’d never seen anyone that angry before.” Cole took a breath. “Do you know if Jacob is okay?”

“I’ll make sure Dr. Biro keeps you informed.” John started to move away and then stopped. “Why were you meeting him?”

“Oh.” Michael flushed and then pulled a set of dog tags from his pocket. “He left them in my quarters and radioed me. He said he felt weird without them and asked if I would bring them to him. I agreed.”

John reached out but then stopped short of taking them. “Why don’t you keep them until you can return them personally?”

“Thank you.” His hand curled around the tags and tried to smile. “And thank you for not being an asshole about this. He wasn’t sure how… he just wasn’t sure.”

“He doesn’t have anything to worry about,” John assured. “I promise.”

“Yeah, okay.” Michael smiled and then hazarded a look at McKay and flinched. “Dr. McKay…”

McKay sighed as John walked away to talk to Biro. “I’m not going to jump on you, Cole, so shut the fuck up. You just stay in this bed until you are released and you have as much time as you need to take care of your… partner.” He pinned James and Harrison. “The two of you—will sign up for sparring lessons with Ronon. If you are going to run around jumping ass first into fist fights with soldiers you need to learn your defend yourselves. We certainly wouldn’t want you to be a liability in such a situation in the future. Go do something productive and let Cole rest.”

– – – – –

Jack O’Neill, Richard Woolsey, and Daniel Jackson were waiting outside the infirmary with Lorne when John came out with Rodney trailing along behind him muttering under his breath.

“How is he?”

“Biro says he has four broken ribs, a severe concussion, and a skull fracture. He’s out of commission for no less than a month but it could be longer. We won’t know until he wakes up. Dr. Cole has a mild concussion. Wilkes has a cracked rib.” John turned to Lorne. “Branson?”

“I have him in the cage. He saw a medic but most of his injuries are self-inflicted.”

“Self-inflicted?”

“Scrapped knuckles, four dislocated fingers and he strained both his knee and his shoulder while trying to get away from Harris to quote ‘finish the job’.”

John’s eyes darkened. “This is… ‘finish the job’?”

“Yes, his words.” Lorne frowned. “He’s been ranting since he got put in the cell. I ordered blood work on the off chance that he’s under some kind of influence. I just… it just seems really odd that he would go off like this. He came on the Apollo but this will be his second tour on Atlantis. Colonel Ellis confirmed that he had no problems with Branson during the trip out here—so I think we have more going on here than we realize.”

“You think it’s personal.”

“Yes. Very personal.”

“What else he saying?”

“He threatened Dr. Cole – said he was going to rip his throat out. He wants a piece of Wilkes and Harris for interfering.” Lorne crossed his arms. “And he’s rushed the cage wall a few times. It stuns him and he’s back on his feet in a few minutes. I had Ronon stand in the cell with him while the nurse took care of his injuries. Ronon is currently on guard with four others I pulled for the job.”

John held up his hand. “Just give me a minute.”

Lorne nodded and took a step back. “Yes, sir.”

John nodded and took a deep breath. “I’ll be right back.” He walked into a storage closet just off the infirmary and locked the door behind him. The space was small and not as well isolated as he would have preferred but he could hardly do anything about that. He took a few calming breaths and leaned back against a wall. Atlantis warmed against him and he patted the wall. “Thanks.”

The day had been the most fucked up thing ever in the history of fucked up things. John had been present at a lot of fucked upness but this… this took the cake. This day was the thing nightmares were made of. He slid down the wall and let his head fall between his knees. John knew, without a single doubt, that even with combat pay he wasn’t paid enough to put up with this bullshit. He sat back and let his head thump against the wall repeatedly. Today was not the day to have a fucking meltdown but hey—if he couldn’t hide out in a supply closet and lose his mind, just who could?

There was a firm knock on the door. It was definitely a Rodney sort of knock. He sighed.

“John, it’s been twenty minutes.” He paused. “And seriously no pun intended, but you really need to come out of the closet now.”

He checked his watch and then groaned. It had been twenty minutes. He got to his feet and opened the door. “That’s long enough for a mental break down, right?”

“It’s certainly your limit around here.” Rodney inclined his head. “O’Neill offered to take care of Branson for you.”

“My men, my problem.”

“Yeah, we figured you’d say that.” Rodney sighed. “They are in the infirmary checking on Davis. He woke up. You should come see him before you see Branson. I think you might find it enlightening.”

– – – –  –

They’d tossed Branson in the Wraith cage. The room still smelled like it had when Todd had been in it. That was enough to set John’s stomach rolling just a little. He strolled to the cage and stared at Branson who had slowly gotten to his feet and was glaring at him.

“Sergeant you have made my already difficult day—a nightmare.” John’s eyebrow twitched a little and he took a deep breath. “I’d like very much to take you out of this cage, drag you in front of the entire company and put a bullet in your head.” He ignored the hissed breath of the Marine guards and Ronon’s grunt of approval. “You assaulted three superior officers and injured a civilian. Then you proceeded to tell anyone that would listen how you’d like to get free so you can finish the job. You’re going to go home and be tried for attempted murder with special circumstances, conduct unbecoming, the assault of three superior officers, criminal assault against a non-combatant, stalking, menacing, attempted sexual assault, sexual harassment, and I’m going to attach hate crime stipulations to every single charge.”

“I didn’t sexually assault that little fag.”

“Is that so?” John leaned in. “You didn’t grab him in the showers this afternoon after the rest of your unit had left and demand that he bend over and take it up the ass for you? Then you attacked him in the hall because he managed to get away from you? Because I got news for you, Branson, I’d take the word of a Wraith before I’d believe a word that comes out of your mouth.”

“What the hell else is he good for? A fucking little queer like him has no business in the uniform—but since he’s here he might as well take it from his betters.”

“The only reason you’re still breathing, Branson, is that I know exactly what kind of life a rapist faces in a federal prison. Because you know what—bending over is all you’ll be good for in Leavenworth.”

“I’m not a rapist.”

“That’s just semantics, Branson, and the kind of men who get life sentences in federal prison… they don’t care so much for the details.”

“You can’t threaten me, Sheppard. You think I don’t have friends on this base?”

John looked him over. “I think the vast majority of the people on this base simply aren’t stupid enough to risk their own careers on a man like you. I think you are a waste of flesh and bone. Your belongings are being packed as we speak and you’ll be tossed through the wormhole as soon as possible. I would advise you to mind your manners when you get to the SGC.” John inclined his head. “Have you ever met Lt. Colonel Paul Davis? Might worry you to know that you just tried to murder his baby brother.”

– – – – –

“Since we are opening a wormhole to Earth after all, Dr. Keller has requested permission to go back through the gate.”

John frowned. “She beams directly into the gate room and steps right through the gate.”

“Agreed.” Richard sighed. “I’ll be… you spoke with O’Neill.”

“Yeah, you cool with it?”

Richard laughed. “Oddly enough I think I’ve done enough out here. I find that the Pegasus galaxy does not lend itself to an orderly life. I’m glad, however, that we were able to return Atlantis to Pegasus. I was worried that there would be some reason for the IOA to justify keeping her on Earth. It would have been difficult to keep her a secret to say the least.”

John laughed. “Yeah, but you gotta admit you had a good time out here.”

“I did, at times, enjoy myself. I may vacation here in the future. The fishing is a big draw.”

John nodded. “We still don’t know how Branson found out about Davis and he refused to say.”

“I think I can help with that, sir.”

John turned around on the balcony and found Lt. Laura Cadman standing in the doorway. Her posture was stiff; her eyes were red as if she’d been crying. “Meet me in my office in twenty minutes, Cadman.”

“Yes, sir.”

John clicked his radio. “Major Lorne, General O’Neill—could you please meet me in my office?” He listened for both confirmations before he turned to Woolsey. “This is a military thing, Richard, but if you want in I won’t deny you access.”

Richard considered it for a moment. “Take care of your people, Colonel, but I do expect a full report. The IOA will have a serious interest in this incident since one of the scientists was injured during the altercation. CC Dr. McKay on it as well.”

“Yeah, no problem.”

– – – – –

“Any idea what she’s going to say?” Lorne asked.

“No, but she looked really upset.” John looked up at the tone that signaled a new visitor and glanced only briefly at O’Neill as he called out for Cadman to enter. She stiffened as she entered and then saluted crisply. “Sit, Laura, and talk to me.”

She bit down on her lip and then took the chair in front of his desk. With a shaking hand, she held out a piece of folded paper and slumped a little when he took it. John unfolded the piece of paper and read the list of names with a neutral expression—he noted that he was first on the list and Davis was near the bottom with Evan Lorne. He spread it out on the desk and looked at her.

“What is this?”

“Exactly what you think it is, sir.”

“I need you to say it.”

Laura flushed. “It’s a list of all the men on this base who have never been personally or sexually involved with a woman on the base, excluding married men.”

“Where did it come from?” John demanded, his tone a lot more harsh than he intended.

“Poker night. Girls poker night, sir.” She blinked rapidly. “It started out—innocent enough. You know that game—Shag, Marry, or Push off A Cliff?”

John nodded. “I’m familiar.”

“Well, you’d be happy to know that most of the women on the base probably aren’t interested in tossing you off a cliff.”

He almost smiled. “Good to know.” He tapped the piece of paper. “The list.”

“Well, one night a few months ago—we started talking about the men on base and who didn’t…”

“You played a new game,” John said. “Straight or Most Sincerely Gay.”

“Yes.”

“And this list?”

“Was the result.” Cadman flushed at the vicious string of cursing that spilled in a low mutter out of O’Neill’s mouth. “I didn’t know… I didn’t know anyone besides the six of us knew about the list until this morning.”

“Do you know who gave this list to Branson?”

“Yes.” Laura looked away from him. “And you do, too.”

“Jennifer Keller played poker with you, didn’t she?”

“Yes.”

“She put my name on this list, didn’t she?”

“Yes.” Laura took another shuddering breath. “And Major Lorne and Lt. Davis. It wasn’t so much a game for her, you know. She added the names without—she just knew and later on Katie Brown told me she thought Keller was—that she put those names on the list because she knew things as your doctor.”

“Why didn’t you come to me when it happened?”

“Because I was afraid that it would get you court martialed. It only takes a rumor, sir, and your jacket isn’t the cleanest. I couldn’t be the cause—I couldn’t be the reason you were taken from Atlantis.” Tears spilled and she wiped at them hastily. “I should have come to you immediately, I know that. I was just… I didn’t know what to do and allegations of that kind were so dangerous before. So dangerous even five days ago.”

“Branson was part of Keller’s military escort while she packed her things to leave Atlantis?”

“Yes, him and Captain Wells.”

“And you don’t believe anyone else could have given him the list?”

“There are only two copies of the list that I’m aware of, sir. Keller had one and I had the other. Keller had the original. I did mine from memory—I needed—I just needed to know the names in case something happened because I was so afraid something would. It was so stupid to play that game but you really have to understand that there are women on this base that…”

“Resent him for being unavailable,” Evan Lorne finished for her. “Am I on that list?”

“Yes.” John raised one eyebrow at Lorne who just smirked. “Okay, then.” He frowned. “Cadman, women resent me for not…”

Cadman blushed. “You’re very attractive, sir.”

O’Neill snorted. “Told you, Sheppard.”

“I don’t know why you’re laughing, sir,” Cadman glanced his way as she spoke. “You’re very pretty yourself. The silver hair has been well received.”

John chuckled when O’Neill blushed. “Don’t look at me, sir, she’s a Marine. I just pretend to be in charge of them.”

“You’re lucky, Cadman, that I’ve always liked you.” O’Neill crossed his arms and sighed. “So, Keller gave this list to Branson. Do you know how far it’s spread?”

“No. I have no clue and the thing is that not all the names… sir, they probably aren’t all gay but that list is making the rounds people won’t…”
“I get it, Cadman.” John closed his eyes. “How many women were in on this game?”

“There were six us there that night. Myself, Captain Hailey from the Daedalus, Sergeant Mehra, Major Teldy, Dr. Brown and Dr. Keller.” She shrugged when John raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, I was surprised, sir. Brown had been ignoring Keller since she’d started dating Dr. McKay. I mean, Katie isn’t broken hearted over McKay or anything but, she didn’t have much to say to Jennifer. Mostly because Jennifer had a lot to say about everything concerning her relationship with McKay and what she expected to get. She wanted him on Earth being a big huge deal in the sciences so she could be the wife of a wealthy genius.” Cadman waved her hand. “She had her eye on the prize after that mess during that conference thing she attended with McKay. She said he was the smartest man on the planet and he should start acting like it and earning the money he deserves.”

O’Neill snorted. “You don’t think we keep McKay around here by paying him peanuts do you? He gets paid. Most of the scientists on Atlantis pull down the kind of money that would be ridiculous if they didn’t go around saving the universe and stuff. You really gotta bring it when you pull a man like McKay out of the private sector and into the government. He’ll never win a Nobel Prize at this rate—his work won’t be published in his life time unless the program gets accidentally outed.”

John clicked his radio. “Major Teldy, Sergeant Mehra, please report to my office immediately.” They both confirmed quickly and John focused on Cadman. “Your word no one has seen your list.”

“I put my list under the battery in my laptop and kept it there until twenty minutes ago when you told me to meet you here.” Cadman swallowed. “I don’t know if the others made a list of their own but I do know that neither Teldy nor Mehra have any problem… please don’t make me say this, sir.”

“Cadman,” Lorne said in a low tone. “Just spit out.”

“Keller had a real problem with you, Colonel. Your relationship with McKay—she said it was an unhealthy friendship and she tried to convince Katie Brown that you were the reason that McKay didn’t actually propose to her. She said you corrupted all of his relationships so he would stay with you.” Cadman flushed. “I told her she was stupid—because if you wanted him she wouldn’t stand a chance in hell. I mean… it would be sort of like choosing between a Volvo and Ferrari wouldn’t it?”

O’Neill snorted. “Jesus, Cadman.”

“Well.” Cadman shrugged. “I’ve been in McKay’s head. It gave me a unique perspective into the whole thing. Keller is like a seven. The Colonel is like a fifteen on McKay’s hotness scale.”

“Good to know,” John murmured and then straightened as his door signaled again. He pointed one finger at Cadman who stopped grinning and moved to a chair next to Lorne. “Enter.”

Major Ann Teldy surveyed the group of people in the room and slide into parade rest in front of John’s desk until John indicated that she sit. “Sir.”

“We are waiting on Sergeant Mehra,” John murmured.

“Yes, sir.” Teldy pulled a folded piece of paper out of her pocket and handed it to Sheppard without batting an eyelash. “I’ve already asked Dr. Brown and she swore to me that she didn’t make her own list.”

John took the paper and unfolded it. It was mostly identical to Cadman’s except that Teldy had ordered the men on the list in groups—military in one and civilians in another. She’d also listed ranks, departments, and who had speculated that they were gay. The door signaled again and Mehra entered with a brisk stride. She saluted and promptly presented a list. Hers was messy but no less complete and hadn’t broken them down in any specific order. All three lists had the same names on them.

“Major Teldy, as the ranking officer in this mess…” John shook his head. “Just what the fuck were you thinking, Ann?”

“I wasn’t, sir.” Teldy flushed and seemed to actively resist remaining seated. “There wasn’t enough beer for any of us to claim that as a defense. The next day I made my list and I knew that Mehra had kept one as well. I did not question as to whether or not Lt. Cadman had kept a list of her own. The original remained with Dr. Keller who promised it would never see the light of day.”

“That’s obviously not the case.”

“No, sir, it’s not.” She cleared her throat. “How is Davis, sir?”

“Severe concussion, broken ribs, skull fracture. His partner has a concussion for jumping into the fray. Wilkes ended up with one fractured rib himself.”

“Sir, I’m willing to accept full responsibility for this incident and will accept without protest any punishment you see fit to levy. I shouldn’t have participated in the conversation and I should have reported it to you immediately.” She grimaced. “In fact, up until the point Keller added your name to the list I was confident that I would be reporting the matter the next day.”

“I really don’t need to be protected, Major. I am capable of defending myself and my career.”

Teldy bit down on her lip. “Yes, sir, you’re totally bad ass, sir.”

John glared briefly and then looked at O’Neill who was trying to hold back his own laughter. “Sir.”

“Gossiping isn’t a crime, Sheppard. Hell, if it were I’d be in Leavenworth myself.” O’Neill sighed.

“Major Teldy, did you give Sergeant Branson a copy of your list?” John asked.

“No, sir, I did not.”

He turned to Dusty Mehra and raised an eyebrow. “Sergeant Mehra, did you give Branson a copy of your list?”

“I’m a lesbian, sir,” Mehra responded without a single hesitation. “If you give me a few minutes alone with Branson I can solve this problem for everyone.”

John smirked. “Congrats Mehra, you’re the first soldier under my command to officially come out to me.”

Mehra grinned. “Care to return the favor, sir?”

John chuckled. “Get the fuck out of my office.” Mehra stood and saluted smartly. “Go do some investigating and find out how many have seen the list and see if any copies were made.” He paused as she turned to leave. “And Mehra,” she turned and looked at him. “Don’t bother being nice about it. Pick up Captain Jordan for back up.”

At the door, she paused and turned to look at him. “Before I do that… I’d like permission to check on my partner, sir. I haven’t seen her since this mess started.”

“McKay has all the civilians confined to quarters or in their labs if they are on shift.” John raised an eyebrow. “I believe you’ll find all of the marine biologists out on pier four doing their best to catch one of those not-dolphin things.”

Mehra grinned. “Pure badass, sir.”

He shook his head as she left and then looked at Laura Cadman. “Cadman, I want you to go search Branson’s quarters and the boxes that have already been packed for him. Then if you don’t find it, go to brig and have him strip-searched. I want the list he was given.”

“Yes, sir.” Cadman hurried from the office with relief showing on every line of her body.

John shook his head but waited until the door had closed before he refocused his attention on Teldy. “Were you aware of Mehra’s relationship?”

“Officially? Not until after the new regulation had passed. She informed me of her relationship and left it at my discretion as to when or if I sent the information up the chain of command.” Teldy shrugged. “Unofficially, I suspected but never asked and was not told.”

“Is it going to be a problem?”

“There aren’t many on this base that can take Mehra in a fight on an individual basis and she’s vicious when she’s crossed. I don’t think she’ll personally have any problems. She is worried about Dr. Brandon but anyone messing with her would have hell to pay when Mehra found out. She’s isn’t going to care about regulations if things get mean, sir.”

John had already figured as much. Mehra hadn’t struck him as the type to take shit lying down or really at all. Dr. Lily Brandon had been on the city a few months but John had taken note of the relationship fairly quickly. Nothing much got past him on Atlantis—the city herself made sure of it. “I’ll speak with Dr. McKay and make sure he takes precautions with Dr. Brandon until things calm down. I don’t want more people in the brig or in the infirmary.”

“What can I do, sir?”

“You can sit beside Major Lorne and look pissed off.” John instructed. He clicked his radio. “Captain Wells, report to my office immediately.” He raised an eyebrow when the door chime rang less than ten seconds later. “Enter.”

Captain Eugene Wells entered. “Sir.”

“I hope I didn’t keep you waiting, Captain.” John inclined his head. “Been outside long?”

“No, sir, I… I checked on Lt. Davis and then came down. Since Major Lorne wasn’t in his office, I figured you would be asking for me soon. I stayed nearby.” He took the seat Sheppard pointed at. “Sergeant Branson was out of sorts after we helped Dr. Keller pack her belongings in a shipping crate. Shortly after she beamed up to the Apollo, he rejoined his unit for a two-hour mission off world. I heard there was an incident in the shower after the mission with Lt. Davis but by the time I located Lt. Davis to confirm the situation he was in the infirmary.”

“Did Dr. Keller speak with Branson during the packing of her things?”

“No. She was very quiet and only spoke when we asked her questions about what to pack and how to pack some of her pictures. We could tell she was upset and Branson did attempt to get her talk about why she was leaving. She didn’t say a word about it.”

“Did she give him anything?”

“Not that I recall but there was a time period when I was taking things out of the room and putting them in the crate. They did have time alone, sir.”

“Have you seen the list, Captain?” John asked.

“No.” He paused. “But, I’ve heard that there is a list of names circulating among the enlisted personnel. I don’t know who’s on it but I’ve been told that it’s a list of gay men on the base.” He flushed. “Do you know if I’m on the list, sir?”

John paused and then looked down at Teldy’s list since it was the most organized. “Nope. Should it be?”

“No, sir, but it wouldn’t be the first time I’ve had an enlisted accuse me of it. They think if you don’t talk about your relationships—then you must be gay.”

“Actually, the list was made by a few women on the base.” John pinched his nose in a sign of frustration. “Captain, I want every officer on this city in the conference room in thirty minutes. Only Davis gets a pass; am I understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Dismissed.” John slouched back in his chair. “Sir, where is the transition team?”

O’Neill laughed. “Hiding in their quarters. You know they didn’t actually expect a gay bashing. They expected orderly little protests and formal complaints. They are fucking useless.”

McKay entered the office then without even bothering to knock or hit the chime. “Do you have a copy of the list?”

John picked up Teldy’s list and handed it over to McKay without a protest. “How did you hear?”

“David Parrish came to me—so upset he could barely fucking speak because some Marine called him a fag in the hallway. He said the enlisted men had a list of gay men on the base and he was on it.” McKay reviewed the list and took a deep breath. “Where did you get this?”

“The list came out of a girl’s poker night, Rodney. Major Teldy was kind of enough to provide her very orderly copy with all the details needed.”

Rodney pursed his lips. “So, Katie Brown outed Parrish? I would have never thought her capable of such a thing.”

“At the time, Dr. McKay, it didn’t seem malicious. She was tipsy and caught up in the moment.” Major Teldy took a deep breath. “That can’t be said for the rest of us. Dr. Brown is really a sweet and rather innocent woman who had no idea what kind of damage a list like that could do on a military base.”

McKay glanced at her briefly and then refocused on the list. “So, Keller?”

“Was stone cold sober.”

“John.” Rodney took a deep breath. “Jesus. I never thought for a minute she was this kind of person.”

“People are a mixture of good and bad, McKay. You know that. She’s a young, sheltered academic who wanted to be the wife of a rich, genius.”

“She’s a vicious little bitch,” McKay snapped back. “I can’t believe… she… is she responsible for what happened to Davis?”

“I imagine she thought Branson would go after me,” John responded, his voice subdued. “She couldn’t have known that Branson was fostering an unhealthy interest in Jacob Davis and she gave him at outlet for what he considered his misplaced physical urges.”

“Why?”

“Because she was jealous of me.” John sighed as he said it. It was too fucking ridiculous really. He would have never interfered in McKay’s relationship with Keller and they both knew it.

“Oh, well she’s stupid.” McKay tossed the list aside.  “Major Lorne come with me and calm down your botanist. He’s a nervous fucking wreck and I don’t have time to babysit people who study plants.”

Lorne sputtered. “McKay!”

“Oh, don’t bother. You do know that Atlantis tells Sheppard everything, right?” McKay motioned him out.

“McKay, I need him for a meeting.”

“I’ll be back very quickly, sir.”

John sighed and looked towards O’Neill. “You aren’t going to change your mind, are you, sir?”

“No.” Jack chuckled. “I’m not going to change my mind.”

– – – – –

Ten Lieutenants, seven captains, and three majors made up his officer corps. They were all crowded into the conference room save one—Lt. Jacob Davis. O’Neill, Woolsey, and Colonel Ellis from the Apollo were in the back of the room observing.

“Lt. Davis is in stable condition and Dr. Biro is confident he will make a full recovery. He’ll be down for a month and then light duty after that.” John nodded to Teldy who began passing out a typed list of names. They’d used her list to create the generic list and it contained only names and rank or professions. “This is the list you’ve heard about. It is exactly what you think it is and by now, there isn’t an enlisted person on this base that hasn’t seen it. I’m sure most of the civilians have seen this list. At this point, I’m not going to reveal how or who created it- it would serve no purpose and would only cause more anger in an already dangerous situation. I make absolutely no assumptions about anyone on this list. I don’t know if they are gay and I really, honestly don’t care.”

John paused and glanced briefly at O’Neill who only shrugged. “For my part, I am, in fact, gay. I’m not discussing my sex life with you people—so don’t even bother with the smirking or the questions about Ancient women. As you can see, Lt. Davis is on this list. Sergeant Branson was given a copy of this list by a civilian. What we have now, ladies and gentlemen, is a situation that can get very difficult very fast.” He looked them all over. “This is your one and only free pass, people. If you cannot serve under a gay commanding officer, I want you to report to Major Teldy’s office for immediate reassignment. You will go home on the Apollo and you will not be asked any questions. I’m not going to judge you or make your life difficult. I just don’t want you on my city if I can’t trust you.”

Captain Phillip Jordan lifted his chin. His name was on the list. “I can’t say anything for anyone else on the list but it’s… I’m gay.” He blushed. “I was pushed out here because of it. My former CO didn’t want to deal with it and gave me the choice of leaving his Air Force or assignment on Atlantis.”

“Understood, Captain.” John shared a glance with O’Neill. “I don’t expect anyone in this room that is on the list to confirm or deny the accusation. There are ten enlisted men on this list and I’ve already moved them out of harm’s way until I can determine how big the problem is.”

“I was sent out here for the same reason.” Ian Wilkes flushed when everyone turned to look at him. “Got the same speech as Captain Jordan.”

Chase Harris shrugged. “I requested the assignment—followed Ian rather than stay at the SGC where I was sure to get the speech sooner or later.”

Well, that covered all the officers that had been listed except for Evan Lorne. John didn’t look at his 2IC but he knew that most of the people in the room were.

Evan sighed. “Yeah, different year, same speech, same CO.”

O’Neill snorted. “Sure explains why Landry wasn’t all that keen on keeping you at the SGC, Sheppard.”

John groaned. “Yes, sir.” He looked around the room. “Anyone got a problem? Seriously, do us all the favor of leaving because if I find out you have a problem later I might just let Ronon hunt and kill you for sport on the mainland.” He stared at them all until each one met his gaze. Satisfied, he nodded and dismissed them.

– – – – –

“Did you want me to question Keller?”

“Yes.” John looked at Colonel Abraham Ellis and then sighed. “Yeah. We need to make sure it did come from her; otherwise I have another problem on this base and I’d like to know.”

“I’ll come up with you, Colonel.” O’Neill stood and looked around the empty conference room. “I need to have a very serious talk with Landry.”

“Yes, sir,” John and Abraham responded at the same time.

– – – – –

Jack O’Neill had never thought about hitting a woman before—unless he counted Hathor which he so didn’t. Every time he thought about that red headed bitch putting her hands on his Daniel he wanted to tear someone a new asshole.

Jennifer Keller was sitting in a small conference just off the bridge of the Apollo—her features pale and her eyes puffy from crying. He supposed he should feel sorry for her but that was the last thing he felt for her.

“I’m sure you heard already about the attempted murder on the city. Lt. Jacob Davis is in stable condition if you’re at all interested.” Jack twisted a cap off the bottle of water he’d brought with him and watched Keller absorb that bit of information with narrow eyes.

“I—I’d heard there was an incident, yes.” Jennifer knotted her fingers together. “I know him quite well.”

“Yes, you were his doctor of record and you put his name on a list of men you knew to be gay due to your role as a doctor on Atlantis. You violated Colonel Sheppard’s privacy by discussing the details of medical records with a third unauthorized party.”

“Dr. McKay is Colonel Sheppard’s next of kin and does hold his medical proxy,” Keller argued. “So, I seriously doubt you’d have a chance of making any kind of charge stick.”

“Are you completely unaware of who I am?” Jack snapped and Ellis, who had been silent the entire time, flinched visibly. “I never should’ve left you in Carson Beckett’s place out here no matter what Weir said or Carter thought. You lack the maturity and the ethics to be even in the Stargate program much less be in charge of the medical services of our most distant operation.”

“I told Elizabeth to pick someone else,” Jennifer exclaimed. “I came to Pegasus to research.”

“You think that excuses you from being a decent human being?” Jack questioned coolly. “And Dr. McKay is Colonel Sheppard’s medical proxy in an emergency not when you’re having a break up fight with your boyfriend.”

Ellis snorted and then shrugged when O’Neill raised an eyebrow at him.

Jennifer took a deep, impatient breath. “Rodney needed to know what Colonel Sheppard really is. He needed to know that the Colonel actively sabotaged his relationship with Katie Brown and tried to do it with me.”

“Seems like he succeeded,” Ellis offered and just grinned when they both looked at him. “I mean, you’re up here and Sheppard is down there consoling him or whatever as we speak.”

Jack took a long drink from his water bottle. “I like you so much Abraham.”

“I’m a great person, General.”

O’Neill couldn’t disagree with that so he turned his attention back to the stupidly young doctor in front of him. “I know you gave that list to Branson. Sheppard knows it. McKay knows it. Jacob Davis nearly died because of your petty bullshit and don’t think for a hot minute you’re going to get away with it.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“The rest of the women at your poker night fell all over themselves to confess the conversation, the making of the list, and the fact that you had the original,” Jack explained. “We’ll find the list you gave Branson and then I’ll have all the proof I need.”

“To do what?” Jennifer questioned. “File charges against me for outing Sheppard?”

“For attempted murder,” Jack responded. “You thought Branson would go for Sheppard—that much is obvious. You thought he’d be so incensed to have a gay CO that he would just lose it. It isn’t like you weren’t aware that Branson had an anger management problem. McKay is in the process of finding the medical records you deleted. Records that would’ve made it impossible for Branson to return to Atlantis or even remain in the Marines. He’s a head case and you covered for him. I don’t even know why because you’ve been doing it since you took over as CMO.”

Jennifer averted her gaze and cleared her throat. “I’m sure McKay won’t have a problem finding the records, you’re right. He begged me to help him because he wanted to rotate back to Atlantis. I didn’t ask why and I figured having someone of his ilk owe me a favor wasn’t a bad thing. I never intended to ask him to hurt anyone and I never asked him to hurt or attack Colonel Sheppard or Lt. Davis.”

“But you let the man return to duty when you knew he was unhinged and suffering from severe PTSD,” Jack snapped. “What’s wrong with the man?”

Jennifer took a deep breath. “He was raped off world in a prison and failed to report it. I let it slide. He said he would seek counseling while he was back on Earth. When he returned to Atlantis last week he seemed even-tempered and in control of himself. I assumed he’d done as requested and seen a counselor.”

Jack stood abruptly. “That’s yet another person you failed to help, Dr. Keller. Now he’s too damaged and too far gone for us to a damn thing for him. Now we’re going to have to put him in jail for attempted murder.” He took a deep breath. “You can be assured that you’ll never practice medicine again. I’ll make sure your license is pulled for life.”

Jack walked to the door and then turned back to look at her. “Additionally, I’d be careful who you speak to and what you say when you do speak to people for the rest of your life. If you ever breathe a word about the SGC or Atlantis I’ll put you in a hole so deep you’ll never see the light of day again.”

– – – – –

“So what are the results on this situation?” Daniel asked softly.

“I’m not going to be able to leave any time soon. Sheppard needs the support and Ellis can’t stay in orbit indefinitely. I want you to go back through the wormhole with Keller and Branson—deliver my report to Sam personally and my retirement package. I’ve also signed the contract with the IOA for the leadership role for Atlantis.” Jack held up an envelope. “It’s all in here. I’ll need you to close my house, the SGC will take care of my bills, and then I need your solemn promise that by the time the Apollo is ready to come back out here that you’ll be ready to get on board and come back to me.”

Daniel smiled then. “Yeah, I can do that.”

“No missions off world with the SGC while you’re home. You settle our stuff and come back. I’ve given you my power of attorney so you can handle anything that comes up. Neither the retirement or the IOA thing is unexpected so no one should complain.”

“Okay.”

“And try to get Teal’c to come out here with you for a visit. I miss the big guy.”

“I’ll do my best. I don’t think he wants to leave Vala and Cam in the field by themselves with a new team. The work they are doing on investigating the Lucian Alliance is going very well and Vala’s intelligence situation has really started to come together.”

“Yeah, they make a good team.”

“Once they got used to the idea—yeah they do.” Daniel smiled. “I think they are sleeping together but I can’t get either one of them to admit it. She still hits on me like crazy whenever anyone looks.”

Jack laughed. “Well, her best weapon is distraction and she’s very good at it.”

“You think Sheppard and McKay are going to hook up?”

“I think they are both too stressed out to even consider it at this point but I could be totally wrong. For all I know, they are holed up in some dark room doing absolutely filthy things to each other.”

“Well, here’s hoping because five years of unresolved sexual tension has got to be a real bitch.”

– – – – –

“Are you in love with me?”

John rolled his head and looked at McKay. They were both two beers into the conversation and flat on their back on McKay’s balcony. “Wow, does this make you a two beer queer?”

“Fuck you.” Rodney sighed. “I’m being serious.”

“I suppose Jennifer said something like that.”

“No, she said you were a selfish bastard and that you weren’t capable of loving me or anyone else more than yourself.”

“Why don’t you start with the easy questions?” John demanded.

“Well, okay—do you like me—yes, of course you do. You have to like me because I’m your best friend. Do you want to fuck me—well, yes, I’m sure you do. I’m very fuckable and I have the best ass on Atlantis. I know this.”

John groaned. “McKay.”

“What, those are very easy questions. I have the data to back up my answers but I get stuck on the love question. I know—I know that you would do anything to keep me safe. I know that if someone took me—you would come get me. I know you would die for me—hell you’d sacrifice yourself for just about anyone so that’s not saying much.”

“I would come for you,” John admitted. “I’d also—Rodney—I’d do my damnedest to live for you, too. You know that, right? I know you hate when I do something insane but I never make those choices lightly.”

“You rode another nuclear bomb, John.”

“Yeah, I did. I told Sam to tell you goodbye this time. I—if you’d been there I would have told you goodbye and I would have told you that you were the best friend I’ve ever had in my life.”

“But you aren’t in love with me.”

“I wouldn’t have told you that—no one should hear that from someone who is about to die. Talk about a huge fucking guilt trip that would have been.” He rubbed his face. “We had a shit day, McKay. Can I answer that question tomorrow?”

“No.”

“Oh, come on!”

“I need to hear it. I know that’s selfish because today has been one seriously horrible fucking day—but I need to hear it.” Rodney sat up and leaned on one hand. “Are you in love with me?”

“Yes.” John watched surprise and then amazement filter over McKay’s face. “And you really are very fuckable.” Rodney sighed and lay back down on the floor. “Look, I never expected… I thought you were straight, McKay.”

“I’m open to possibilities,” McKay murmured. “Didn’t Rod make a pass at you?”

John chuckled. “A pass? I wouldn’t call it a pass.”

“Oh,” Rodney responded and then frowned. “What would you call it?”

“A blow job.”

“You bastard.”

John snorted. “Come on, McKay, have you ever told someone not to suck your dick?”

“You’re still a bastard.”

“But you love me,” John murmured and turned his head so he could look at McKay.

“Yeah, I do,” Rodney admitted and sighed. “So much that I don’t know why I ever bothered to date Katie or Jennifer. I treated them both pretty badly in that respect.”

“Katie knew the score,” John said and then reached out to take McKay’s hand. He thread their fingers together carefully—almost shyly. “She cornered me a few months after you guys broke up and told me to stop being a bitch.”

Rodney chuckled. “You’d never know she had a cast iron backbone would you?”

It had been a surprise, John thought, but no more so that Jennifer’s all out military offensive on his friendship with McKay during their relationship. It had been clear pretty early on that she hated him as much he hated her. “And Jennifer just thought she could push me out of your life if it ever came right down to it. I’m sure she was honestly surprised you didn’t choose her.”

Rodney’s fingers tightened in his briefly and he took a deep breath. “There is nothing in my life more important than you, John, and I’m a fool for not realizing it sooner. I’m sorry if you were hurt by that bullshit with Keller.”

“Your relationship with her didn’t hurt me—I never expected to have you. I won’t lie and say her behavior didn’t cut pretty deep there at the end but I’m not wounded for life over her petty bullshit.” John rubbed his thumb over the top of McKay’s hand. “Are you going to let me have you, Rodney?”

“Yes, absolutely. As often as we possible can for the rest of our lives starting tomorrow because I’m exhausted.”

John grinned and nudged McKay gently. “Good.”

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.

150 Comments:

  1. Oh, wow, ouch. Horrible behaviour on the part of Keller, good god. Let’s see. I liked how O’Neill pointed out that she failed Branson. Too damn broken now, when he could have been helped.

    I really enjoyed this story. Nicely self contained. I’m a huge sucker for stories where DADT is repealed (especially now that it’s finally seriously in the works, zomg!) and this fulfilled that nicely. It balances nicely between happy and realistic without going overboard into angst and darkness or being all fluffy la la la.

    I love how your different Johns handle their marines. Badass as always.

    And we end on such a high note. Jackson out in Pegasus chronicling, O’Neill in charge instead of playing the politics game or riding a desk on Earth, John and Rodney working on a new aspect of their relationship, and Beckett back in the infirmary! Whee!

    Oooh, the other thing that I really liked was the discussion of how their friendship is a relationship.

    Loved your writing, as always!

  2. omg! new kiera ficcy! thanks! going to read again!

    ps. loooove psycho-bitch keller!

  3. I am in awe of your dialogue! Really insightful and real. Liked your take on Katie. I liked her.

  4. Every time you post one of these one-shots I want to jump up and down and squee.

    *Squee!!*

    McKay’s reaction to John whining about the easy questions made me giggle. This is one of the best one-shots I’ve read, and there wasn’t even any sex in it 😉

  5. I freaking love everything you write! This is excellent.

  6. is there a new hate for Keller you have going on? Not that I care
    because it produces great stories like this!!!!

    ps:

    You’re giving me fillers to tide me over till you give me Ties that Bind and Sentinel aren’t you?

  7. I like J&R in “our” universe. They do fit together very well. Mostly I like Keller, but she really is too young to be in that position. The parasite insident showed that if nothing else.

    Yesterday at the trainstation, I saw a soldier waiting to a ride. The ride showed up and after some hugging and semi-discrete kissing they were off. And nobody stared or said anything. It is interesting how different the rules are in different countries, and if/when DADT changes I hope eveyone can handle it. Fearing a rumor that might destroy your career, even an unfounded one.

    Anyway, maybe a sequel…?

  8. Oh my.. Seriously have you doing something bad in your live, because when you do a thing they become gold.

    It’s perfect, First, i can tell and some members know that i hate Keller and the mckeller with passion, this pairing spoiled the end of my show, she doesn’t deserved Rodney, she like a sort of fake Rod not our Rodney, it’s the John’s Rodney, yes you can tell me that i read a lot of fics and i take my dream for really but the fact is, John doens’t have a long relationship with a girl, the only constancy in his live is rodney, for me he love him more that himself.

    Second, i think that the DADT is a restraint in this fandom and what you have do it, it’s brilliant.

    In third Jack and Daniel for me are so make for each others, like John and Rodney it’s the ying and the yang, different but so the same, they deserved the happyness in the pegasus galaxy.

    Glad that you bring Wilkes and Chase, i miss them. Like you Lorne, as ever he’s a wonderful character to play, love your Ellis too, the TPTB have made an asshole of him, it was so practical, no imagination, you’re so far more better than them.

    So, thanks you again, it’s a very wonderful pease of art.

  9. This was unbelievable, fantastic, one of the best stories I’ve ever read.. I hope this helps you understand how much I enjoyed this story. I really liked how you portrayed the relationships between Lorne/Parrish, O’Neil/Daniel and of course Sheppard/McKay as well as all the other relationships that were mentionned. It was subtle, suggestive and interesting. Of course, the loyalty that showed through between the people in Atlantis was lovely. Thanks for this stand alone and looking forward to all the other stories in the pipeline.

  10. Wow!

    Thank you for this great fic – it was everything I didn’t know I really wanted to read today.

    Not that your fic isn’t always made of good stuff, ‘coz it’s the kind that drags you under like warm, mapley quicksand (which I mean in a good way ;-D), but this was just so…..satisfying?

    Thank you for getting them back to Pegasus, and for running the DADT storyline. In particular, for dealing with getting rid of Keller. I like the actress well, enough, but seriously didn’t take to her character on the show. And her ‘relationship’ with Rodney? Please!

  11. “It wasn’t exactly what we discussed, Colonel Sheppard.”

    Started laughing here. Did not stop for ages. Downstairs neighbors thumped ceiling. Cats fled the room.

    What, you couldn’t just feed Keller to Ronon? He knows what to do with annoying rhymes-with-witches who pick on his team.

  12. Hey, I have read all your stories (after I finished with Xanthe’s stories). Finally a little more of Jack / Daniel cookies. I love this story! And I’m waiting for the new stories in your series.

  13. Wow, and I thought that I had Keller issues. Hee!

    Seriously, though – she couldn’t have been much more unprofessional – something else to thank the writers for. I’m not sure exactly why you think this is crack, but I thought it was very, very good. It certainly was a wonderful thing to find waiting for me on a cold winter morning. Thanks so much!

    *hugs*

  14. that was so insanely awesome. i love you a lot right now. and i am still giggling over the blowjob from rod. that was so amazingly fantastic, and so worth staying up an hour after my bedtime to read!!

    thankyou.

    branny

  15. I love each and every one of your stories and I love the fact that you find the time to write!

    🙂

    Also:

    “You deserve a cushy job at the ass end of space with a bunch of crazy soldiers and wackass scientists who make it their life’s mission to tear a hole in the space-time continuum.” I want a cushy job like that too!!

  16. OK first *does the happy dance* I get the FIRST POST on a new story *blows raspberry at everyone behind* Alright got that out of my way, this was a great story and I love how you handled the dropping of DADT. You didn’t let it go by as if no one is going to respond in a less than positive way you made them all human. As to the Keller Bashing…you go girl I love it! She is an absolute bitch and I really didn’t like how that was handled cannon wise but I like how you had this done. This could *just a bug in your ear because I can* make a great series but as stand alone it was a good read.

  17. wow another fantastic stand alone story that left me wanting more that’s 2 in 4 day’s your really spoiling us but still i am greedy for more cannot wait for the next update of tie’s that bind seriously you just blow me away 🙂

  18. You Rock! thanks for making a dreary Sat. a little brighter 🙂

  19. wow! I loved it. I’ve always had problems with Keller, you brought out those issues I had with her beautifully. I really enjoyed the straightforward way you had Rodney deal with her. I’m feeling very spoiled right now with two new fics from you in one week! I understand that not everything can or even should be an ongoing story, (but in my heart of hearts) I keep hoping you won’t be able to not keep going. I really, really, really wouldn’t mind more from this universe. Actually from any of your many, many wonderful universes!

  20. ~~~~sorry, posted too early by accident~~~~

    cont.

    I found it very difficult to respect her as CMO of Atlantis. I got that she was suppossed to be a genius, but just ‘coz she had the smarts, didn’t mean she was capable enough to hold that post.

    It’s something that really annoys me about a lot of shows actually, that we’re suppossed to buy into the young, hot female mary sue exactly because they are young, hot and so awesome. It’s just such a tired format, and makes for dull characterisation. Not that I’m saying no to having eye-candy onscreen, or that showing women in positions of authority isn’t important, but it is fucking detrimental when these characters are so badly written or have their motivations constantly tied to a ‘love interest’.

    Having said that, it may sound as if I’m criticising your portrayal of Jennifer Keller by having her driven by her ‘relationship’ with Rodney, and resorting to petty vindictiveness due to her ‘love interest’.

    Not so. Because it fits with her character so well. Keller does seem the type to want that perfect ideal of rich, sucessful, important husband as well as the whole successful career, children and dream house. She is Dr. Barbie. Blonde, perky, brilliant……but has the emotional maturity of a 12 year old.

    I’m glad you addressed the whole ‘Shrine’ plotline, as it needed to be done. It shows us that as a doctor, Keller really doesn’t have the experience to pick up on when something might be off, and also that she was fairly happy to accept that nothing could be done and leave it at that when one of her patients (whom she was apparently interested in romantically) is sufferring from an alien condition, instead of continuing to attempt to find a solution.

    I was suprised that the show continued the whole Keller/McKay thing after blatently pointing out that she liked Rodney with brain damage, without mentioning any reasoning as to why such a romantic pairing would continue (McKay thinking about the future, panicking over his age, feeling lonely etc.). That Keller is young and attractive should be enough for us, I guess.

    But you address these character issues, giving us a Keller who does some pretty stupid shit because her motivations are petty, but showing us that this is primarily fuelled by her youth and inexperience. She doesn’t really stop to think about the consequences of her actions, or that they might be so serious. Expecting that Sheppard might get beaten up and back off, that Rodney would distance himself from his best friend on discovering he was gay and had a thing for him, is all so very high school. Which Keller is barely out of. Seriously, she is 12!

    And I know that kinda sounds like I’m a bitter woman with age issues ‘coz I’m looking at the wrong side of forty or whatever (as my housemate says when I’m ranting about the children on tv shows), but I’m 23 and just annoyed that networks,TPTB etc. seem to think my demographic won’t watch a show if any of the characters are over 40, and that we’re all too shallow to want some people shown in positions of importance who might actually have a bit of world experience under their belt to justify holding such a role. Anyway.

    I did like Jack’s mention of keeping Keller as CMO because he was reluctant to be labelled a misogynist for attempting to replace her, and that he was bowing to the wishes of two female collegues whom he respected. Again, I adored that you addressed this very real issue. I am fiercely for equal pay and opportunities for women, but abhor when political correctness gives jobs to people who are not the best candidate for the post.

    I absolutely adored Jack’s eyebrow chastisment of John. Genius! The golf game and relative hotness discussion between O’Neill and Sheppard, the comfortable friendship between John and Rodney, the background motivation of Branson being addressed, that sweet ending…..I loved it all.

    Anyway, I really could go on about all the stuff I enjoyed about this fic, but I’d better shut this rant up now with a big thank you! Thank you for this great story!

  21. Oh, so full of win. I love it. Thanks for the update :D.

  22. Fantastic as usual! Who knew Keller could be such a bitch?

    Love it, thank you Keira, so much for sharing with us.

  23. I loved this story. The only Keller I like is the Keller you write in your other series. I love to see her bashed because I never liked the character and I thought she was all wrong for Rodney. Thanks so much for this story, it may be crack as you say but it was throughly enjoyable all the same. Annie

  24. Liked this one a lot. When you make someone a bitch, you sure don’t go halfway! EVIL!Keller came out almost as nasty as EVIL!Domme!Sam in “Ties…”.

    Loved Jack & Daniel retiring to Atlantis, and Daniel planning to turn Atlantis into the Pegasus Galaxy’s Library of Alexandria (GO, Danny!). And I got a chuckle when you revealed that half of Sheppard’s officers were queer ’cause Landry was a ‘phobe and using Atlantis as a dumping ground.

  25. god I love this – I keep saying this about your fic but damn I really love this

    I love your O’Neill and Jackson and I love your John and Rodney

    all good stuff – really good stuff

    thanks so much for sharing!

    this is really made of win!

  26. oh and I meant to add:

    I nearly died over the ‘eyebrow trash talk’ LOL! thank you for that!

  27. I think you know by now how i feel about your writing and you just go on proving me right, though it helps that you have put Jack and Daniel together this time. My two favourite couples Jack/Rodney and Jack/Daniel

    Love K.

  28. Great story. I loved they way you got rid of Keller; then got John and Rodney together… and talking. LOL.

  29. Yes. Jumping up and down with glee.
    When I saw an update here on my feedly I sternly told myself not to expect fic as there had just been some and I should not be greedy. Then I got here and there was fic. New and awesome fic.

    I loved it and it is going into my top fic that I reread constantly. I kept laughing out loud. John first speech was the best especially as he had given some thought to which was the best space gate to space someone. And the eyebrow conversation was great. Even the serious stuff had some humor in it which to my mind just makes it hit home harder.

    I know you say it is a one off but please dont just leave it there. I want to see what happens next with John and Rodney and the reaction of the marines to everything. I also want to see Jack catch one of the ginormous fish.

    Brilliant, thank you for pulling this out of your unfinished folder. Please keep pulling fic out of it as they are made of win.

  30. That…was intense. I’m not someone who bashes characters (unless they’re known villains), but I think you made what Keller did believable based on some hints in canon. The reactions on Atlantis were also plausible, especially if Atlantis had become the dumping ground for problem personnel.

  31. Fabulous, funny and heartwarming as always. You write beautifully and carry us away in the story. Keep up the good work.

  32. An excellent one off. Loved the sarcastic know-it -all eyebrows of O’Neill

  33. Oh hallelujah. Finally a story that brings up Keller’s horrific abuse of her position, and her extreme lack of ethics-all of it absolute canon. You just added in some extra toppings.
    I loved this so very much. Jack and Daniel coming to Altanis to stay. Atlantis having John as a favored son. Rodney getting his head out of his ass. Woolsey going in a nice way, but ready to come back on vacation. Colonel Ellis being totally awesome.
    I cannot tell you how much I love this. (Too bad it’s a one shot. But I understand. Although I did want to see Keller put in jail-I have an extreme hatred of her.)

  34. delurking for the first time b/c i couldn’t resist being one of the first to comment! Glad to see Keller knocked down a peg, yay for the SG-1 relationships, and great build up for John and Rodney. I love the fact that everyone already knew who was seeing who and kept it to themselves and that former CO’s sorted the “misfits” into Atlantis…

    My birthday is the 23, don’t suppose we’ll have a new Ties That Bind Chapter for my 22nd?

    Thank you for the amazing work (all of it)

    Matay

  35. You don’t exactly do much below 10k words, do you :o)? Well, I’m one of the readers that love long stories, so by all means please keep it up. Things I enjoyed most about this one:

    John, being himself,[…] strolled to the front of the crowd and made himself crystal clear. Adore your “taking charge” Johns, in every verse.

    Truly inspired eyebrow snark. It’s almost cute how John doesn’t seem to get that Jack truly means your geek, when he does that. Especially with the “whishing he could let loose on the topic” later on.

    Jennifer trying to talk over Rodney in the first meeting. Like that would go over well any day… If she did it as a test for the relationship status, she should have realized the level of fail right then. Likewise with the trying to boss Rodney around. Spectacular fail.

    Daniel revealing the fling with Rodney was hilarious. Yes John, you really never see it coming. And: “Does high altitude flying break gaydar or something?” Hmm, there is a story behind that? Between Daniel and Jack? Sounds like it, at least.

    And, at last, everyone telling John everything about anything (Atlantis, Rodney, Jack, Cadman about Rodney’s hotness scale…) but only Rodney being able to make John really talk.

    *stops blabbering and adores story some more*

  36. How come you write these absolutely brilliant !verses… Your brain must be like heaven. Seriously!

    *much much love for this*

  37. Oh, this is wonderful! So glad to see more of your work.
    I am greedy that way.

  38. I adored this story! I have to admit though that this was my favorite part- If you fail to be intelligent, tolerant, forward thinking people – I will space you and report you AWOL.” He paused, looked them all over. “Dismissed.”
    This was made of win.

  39. What a great Pre-Valentine’s day gift!! It was wonderful!

  40. I have been reading your stuff for a while and am remiss in not commenting. I have never commented on a story before so, I hope this works.

    Your stories, universes and thought-provoking style are amazing. I go to your page first when I sign on, just to see what’s there. I have read most of your stories at least twice and will probably read them again, especially when I need a pick-me-up.

    Thank you for letting me into your worlds.

  41. Really good story. I enjoyed even without the sex!! lol

  42. *reread this several times already*

    The eyebrow thrashtalking = hilarious on a new unexplored level of sincere sincere love.

    I have a great aversion of gaybashers or hatecrimes in general. But I can’t help but hope that Branson gets some help. I know he needs to be punished for what he did. But locking him up, probably facing the same fate that set him off in the first place – it just makes me so sad for the human condition in general. Don’t get me wrong, I can still differentiate between fiction and real life… but you write truthful things. And it hurts my heart. A compliment for your intensity of writing.

    Still, I have the awful suspicion that Branson would rather kill himself or provoke someone into it before facing the same fate again or even the threat of it – rape in prison. And John indicated that he’d be likely subjected to it.

    *hugs herself*

    O’Neill and Jackson on Atlantis – retiring together? So much love!

    I soooo want to see how that talk goes between Landry and O’Neill about his disposition on sending suspected gay officers to Pegasus to get rid o them out of his Air Force. Somehow I think the conversation would make pretty pretty waves.

    I love Jackson’s constructiveness in his newfound work and renewed passion. And I love his utter perfect snarkiness. Him and Jack are like woah. Smokin’ sizzlin’ snarky and hot.

    On Kellergate… She so needs to be brought down low and torn into itty bitty pieces of professional and personal life. Not that I’m carrying a grudge or anything. No sirree.

    And finally… There are no words for Atlantis’ love for John.

    *hearts*

  43. :)))) I’ve been reading a bunch of CSI vampire AUs so seeing this awesome story was a pleasant change in scenery. I think my favourite-est part about this fic is it didn’t end in sex O_o which is I like. It’s different and it keeps stories that _do_ from being completely boring.

  44. So I am thinking I am deeply loving this fic. And it is such a possible way that someone would object and cause havoc.

    Thank you!

    ~L

  45. This was soooo good. I hate McKeller. After a long shitty day, having your new story waiting for me when I checked your site was pretty damn nice.
    I liked very much seeing the characters from your other stories here. And I really loved Jack’s interactions with John. As for John…
    “If you fail to be intelligent, tolerant, forward thinking people – I will space you and report you AWOL.”
    Great!

  46. Jack *and* Daniel on Atlantis! And fishing!

    I’ve always taken Keller for too young and immature but, well… whoa…. she can be a bitch.

    The end of DADT would be hard on those with long-held anti-gay beliefs. They’ve had a cherished rug pulled out from under them and, given an excuse, may take it out on others. Someone with serious PSTD makes it only worse.

    Nice story…. although… ummmm… if we see more of Jack and Daniel in Atlantis, that would be nice!

    ::smishes you::

  47. This was just what I needed. I have been having a pretty bad time lately and this really helped me to forget about it and ROFLMAO. Perfect. I love the whole emotional whiplash with it going from funny to serious and back again at warp speed. I also like the idea of Jack and Daniel retiring to Atlantis where Jack can fish (400 lb fish, a fisherman’s Grail)and Daniel being able to expiate some of his guilt with a wonderful project. John and Rodney were so adorably clueless and I never like ole Jennifer, so that worked really well for me.
    Thanks for all the hard work and for sharing with us. Barb

  48. This is absolutely fabulous – thanks for the story!
    I always look forward to finding new posts on your site.

    Please keep up the wonderful work, and I really appreciate you sharing.

    Lori

  49. awww! how sweet

  50. the best pre valentines present for us singles!! 🙂
    Great fic!!

  51. Wow. I have to admit, I really did not like Keller. I hated the writers for turning McKay into a watered down version of himself at the end of the show. I was honestly hoping that Carson would take over for Keller when he got better. This story so fulfilled my Keller bashing urges for the day. I love that Jack and Daniel are finally coming to Atlantis. I never really thought that Daniel would be so guilt ridden over wiping out the Ori, but of course he would feel bad for committing genocide. Do you think Carson would come back to Atlantis or would he still feel the need to make up for the atrocities Michael committed?

  52. “Are you going to let me have you, Rodney?”
    Just so hot, and perfectly romantic, you certainly don’t leave your fans hanging. Thank you for the Valentine’s Day treat.

  53. wow, great story. I like the way that Jack was eyebrow trash talking John. Thanks for another wonderful read.

  54. Wow, first one to comment. Whoopee! I was so excited when you posted this!

    So, this was absoulutely fantastic. I loved how you unfolded the story, the start of the repeal of DADT and John/Rodney’s relationship. I like Keller, but in this you made her the perfect antagonist. I loved to hate her. Jack and Daniel were a great addition, loved the eyebrow trash talking by the way!!

    You are such a great writer its ridiculous really!

    Thanks so much for sharing;-)

  55. nice work. great story. I enjoyed the read. I’m also proud that you seem to have gotten past not being able to write Keller as a horrible person.

  56. Wow. I rather enjoyed this coming together story. And I especially love the fact that Jack and Daniel are moving to Atlantis. The eyebrow trashtalking by the way was inspired. I loved those sections.

  57. Brilliant.

    Best line. Ever.

    The eyebrow trash talk had taken on epic proportions at breakfast as their all guy meal had been invaded by Jennifer. She’d tucked in right beside McKay and offered the whole table a smile that John distinctly remembered he’d seen on a Wraith Queen once. It made his feeding scar hurt a little.

  58. I had more thoughts…

    I second Helena’s request for a sequel should you ever wish to do one. Possibly I’m a bad fangirl, but I enjoyed the manner in which this dealt with the real-world issues such as DADT. I really, truly enjoy stories with some hint intrigue and/or real-world connection (even if it’s a complete AU. One of my fav Due South stories is one such piece.). It was also nice to see that restriction removed from the fandom.

    And Keller. I enjoyed the bashing of her character. It was nicely done. Technically she’s never done anything to me, since she’s a tv character. But she replaced Carson and then she got between John and Rodney. I also agree with an earlier commentor that her handling of medical scenerios in the show was lacking. With Carson, he cared. And he looked after his people. I didn’t get that from Keller in the show. Her whole change Rodney scheme just rubbed me the wrong way. That’s not how good, healthy relationships work. Now, when she’s portrayed as someone with a maturity level and depth of empathy the show didn’t write into her character I like her…so long as she’s not with Rodney or John. 🙂

    Thank you for the early Valentines present! (Well it is the day before, so it counts) And a Happy Valentines day to you.

  59. Great Valentines Day gift! Thank you so much.

  60. Wow, just loved that! And it seems so appropriate in light to the new DADT discussions going on right now.

    I can so see the girls getting together and dishing on all the hot guys. 😀 Keller is such a bitch in this, I can totally see her acting this way when she didn’t get her way.

    I loved McKay telling Lorne to go calm his botanist down! 😀

    The depiction of Jack and Daniel was great! Loved the giant fish story too!

    You continue to amaze me with your wonderfullness! Thank you for sharing!

  61. Man, you were really angry about Keller! So was I so I am loving this. I can totally see the women of Atlantis resenting the fact that John never looked at any of them.
    “Are going to let me have you, Rodney?”
    “Yes, absolutely. As often as we possibly can for the rest of our lives starting tomorrow because I’m exhausted.”
    Pure genius. As always you are the best.

  62. I really enjoyed this, darlin’.

    And I noticed you gave Paul Davis a promotion! The poor man certainly deserves it. :O)

  63. Loved this. I love that they finally found each other. Poor patient John. Poor Oblvious Rodney!!

  64. I seriously am in awe of your writing skills. I love the way you can make your characters sympathetic or raving lunatics/bitches. I definitely love the fact that no matter what you write your John Sheppard and Rodney McKay are always a force to be reckoned with. Thanks for sharing your wonderful art with us.

  65. 2 Kiera stories in one week makes me very happy.

    I must admit that I’m not a Keller fan in the series, and I like the direction you used for the character. She does come across as immature even in the series.

    I look forward to reading your next updates.

    Thanks!

  66. *takes a deep breath*

    Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

    You posted!

    *does the geriatric fangirl chairdance of glee*

    This is brilliant, even without smut, and you know how I am… that’s a serious complement!

    I love John’s announcement in the beginning, and his determination to treat his people like adults.

    Evil!Keller is seriously evil. The part about having covered up Branson’s trauma instead of insisting he got help only further illustrates the fact that she is a selfish little bitch and entirely without ethics. And Branson’s now broken beyond salvage, and it’s totally her fault.

    They should lock *her* up in Leavenworth.

    I adore Jack and Daniel retiring to Atlantis together. And the Library of Pegasus! Maximum squee-age! Seriously! It’s such a brilliant concept. And the fishing!

    Eyebrow trash talking for failure to secure one’s geek? Absolutely fucking *priceless*.

    Atlantis as the SGC equivalent of Siberia for disposing of gay officers makes a scary sort of sense. I’d love to be a fly on the wall when that little factoid gets dealt with – or not!

    *fangirling for you*

    It’s another one of those polished little gems of a standalone!

    You are totally awesome. As is your work! And we have *two* fics this month and it’s only the 14th here!

    *celebrates*

  67. Loved this to pieces, same as all of your other stories I’ve read. As for Keller bashing, how can it be bashing when so much of it is canon? She really did screw the pooch by failing to realize that one of her patients had a serious problem and it nearly cost Rodney his life. The rest of it is just extrapolation from that point, as far as I’m concerned. As far as Branson is concerned, I hold Keller every bit as responsible for his crime, since she paved the way for his return to Atlantis, knowing full well that he had psychological issues that precluded service in any combat zone, let alone some place like Atlantis.

    As for the funny parts of this, I laughed my ass off several times, but most especially at this bit, when Jack “…looked at Sheppard like he wanted to demote him for ‘failing to properly secure his geek’.” Oh, man, the number of times I was chewed a new one when I was a Private and the number of times I did the chewing as an NCO whenever someone failed to properly secure sensitive equipment or a weapon…. *laughs like a fool again at the remembrance*

    This whole story was fabulous and I’m glad that you decided to pull it off of the hard drive and finish and post it! Thank you.

  68. When you write a one shot, you make it complete but want us asking for more. You included so many elements the fully fleshed out this story; snarky eyebrows, girls night gossip, the fishing, Woolsey willing to leave, Daniel making up for his guilt. I could go on and on.

    I really feel you presented the ramifications of the repeal of DADT realistically. It is not going to go smoothly, but hopefully we won’t have too many psychotics like Keller feeding the bonfires.

    Thank you for givng us a wonderful Valentine’s Day gift.

  69. I could feel the anger in this story, and it matched my own at the end of the show. I love how you took what we were given and ‘clean it up’. Keller totally loved the damaged Rodney more than the real thing.

    I also liked how you showed that a repeal of the Uniform Code against Homosexuality (and not just DADT) would not be a ‘all roses and smiles’ kind of thing. That there were issues that would come up.

    Great job getting our boys together in (in my option) a canoncal way.

  70. I love your Jack O’Neill…he so does speak with his eyebrows….i couldn’t stop laughing @ Jack O’Neill was fluent in eyebrow trash-talk and @ failing to properly secure his geek.

    Failure to secure your geek is high crime in Jack’s book.

  71. This is a great tale. Once again you hit all the high spots in both dialog and characterization. I never did like the Keller/McKay relationship and felt the writers of the series threw it out in an attempt to move emphasis from the great ‘buddy’ relationship that John and Rodney had. I was then surprised to see that the TPTB did let John be the one that Rodney turned to when the nasty parasite episode was written.

    You corrected many of the wrongs for the series and gave us a very readable tale. Thanks for the Valentine.

  72. Totally, utterly, unequivocally awesome. I kinda want to see more though, but I’d be in heaven if all the great stories I like just go on and on and on. Mainly, I wanted to see Paul get five minutes alone with Branson at some point. Heh. And every good thing said above by my fellow fans, goes the same for me!

  73. P.S. “I will space you and report you AWOL.” THE BEST LINE! Totally made of awesome!

  74. Nicely layer story about the fall-out after DADT is repealed.

    I love Jack and Daniel staying on Atlantis. Retired Jack is really the perfect person to be in charge of the city in Pegasus with all it’s dangers, Wraith and others.

    I loved Jack’s interactions with Sheppard. All the non verbal conversations. Wonderful.

  75. I cheered when I checked your site and found this this morning. In fact I kept reading when I should have headed out early to take care of critters for a friend. Loved every bit of it, I don’t know where to start about the goodness that is this story. Love Jack and Daniel at Atlantis to retire and Jack this ocean does have fish in it. John caring so much for Rodney that if he loves Keller, John will stand as his best man and support Rodney in what he wants. Jack’s most expressive eyebrows left me in stitches. Jack knowing Atlantis is John’s and that if John leaves Atlantis will throw a fit as only she can. And John knowing how Atlantis is feeling. Rodney’s not understanding Keller’s problem with John.
    I have to say that I really didnt’ like Keller when she was brought on after the TWIC killed Carson for no known reason other than they are fanboys and want pretty girls they think will fall for them as Rodney is their stand-in. I do like the actress and loved her in Firefly but I didn’t like her in Atlantis just too
    conveniently special.
    I also liked your use of Landry as the CO who got rid of his uncomfortable officers. Landry is not one of my favorite replacements in SG1. I would love to hear the convo Jack is plannng to have with Landry, tain’t his Air Force only.
    There is so much to squeee over in this story, heck in all of your stories that I haunt your site and reread everything when I need a fix. Thank you.

  76. so marvellous
    bloody brilliant story,DADT always good tale fodder
    love love mckay in this,his dialogue just so spot on!!
    john-space gate-red giant -lovely view-laughed so much my husband came to see if i was ok!!
    keira,wonderful as always, brilliant combo of humour and angst,as jealous of your talent as ever
    and then adding in daniel/jack so freaking cool!!

  77. I absolutely love this. In fact – the only possible thing I could complain about in this was the absence of the actual spacing of Branson, or at least movements in that direction.

    And, frankly, I can absolutely see Keller acting like this. Her behavior with the parasite telegraphs it perfectly.

    Thank you.

  78. after another read,have to ask.
    any chance of you doing a prequel?
    of rodney/daniel in antarctica,i think with your humour and their snark,it would be hilarious….just a thought!

  79. Wow! Two killer one-shot stories!! If I didn’t already know that you have so many brilliant series already on the go I would be begging for sequels to them!!! Loved it.

    M

  80. Thank you for the Valentine’s Day present. 🙂

    If you fail to be intelligent, tolerant, forward thinking people – I will space you and report you AWOL.” He paused, looked them all over. “Dismissed.”

    Made of WIN!

    Jack’s eyebrow trash talk. LOL

    Keller wasn’t much of a character on the show. So, basically fanfic writers can take her in any direction and it’s all good.

    I like that you let Rodney be Rodney instead of the putz TDPTB turned him into around Keller.

    Jack stood abruptly. “That’s yet another person you failed to help, Dr. Keller. Now he’s too damaged and too far gone for us to a damn thing for him. Now we’re going to have to put him in jail for attempted murder.”

    This. Just as much a victim as Lt. Davis but merely a tool for her to use not a patient that needed help. Mind if Keller and I have a little ‘chat’ in the empty room over there?

    Anyway, I enjoyed. 🙂

  81. Wow Keller was just a true villain in this one. Who knew she had it in her. This was a great one shot.

  82. I loved this story, loved who you people paired up with, loved the characterizations. What a creative way of working through your anger over the way they ended the series and Rodney/Keller pairing which I never got. Should you end up writing another story in this universe, it would be great if you could give Branson a happy ending? The thought of a rape victim not getting any help and ending up being raped over and over again in prison is haunting.

    I love all your stories and look forward to the next one, in which ever universe your muse takes you.

  83. What a perfect welcome home present for me!!! 2 – count’em 2 posts in one week. I’ve been stuck at work all week thanks to 2 blizzards within 5 days. Can’t access your stuff at work, when I finally got home, first thing I did was boot up my laptop and check your site – Family thought I was woo-hooing because I was so happy to be home – little did they know.

    You are made of win, please keep them coming!!!!

  84. My gosh, I should totally be sleeping at the moment cause I have work in the morning. But seriously, this is made of win.

    I LOVE O’Neill’s eyebrow trash talk… that’s just awesome.

    And McKay’s little fact giving session at the end, that is deffinetly not a man with self image problems.

    Cheers,
    Rosie

  85. Wow! Amazing and totally made of win!

  86. Dear lady Keira,

    I love that story a whole lot. This is a novel way for the guys to be outed. And I am very glad you have portraited Keller in this light -never ever did like her .

    I am amazed by your imagination.

    I adore stories where O’Neill and Jackson are mixed up with Atlantis. And though you said this is a stand alone , I dare ask to have a sequel. Please. How dis it go for O and J the fist weeks in their new environnement, how do R and J grow with their love in this universe… But I understand your other commitments.

    Thank you very much for this Valentine. You are a dear…

    Your french friend, Lise.

  87. Lovely story, very realistic

    This made me laugh long and loud –
    “Major Lorne come with me and calm down your botanist. He’s a nervous fucking wreck and I don’t have time to babysit people who study plants.”

    Whilst this took my breath away, stopped my heart and made me melt.
    “Are you going to let me have you, Rodney?”

    Thank you for this and all your stories, you fill up my Sony Reader and make me smile to and from work!!!!!!!!!

  88. Aaah, what can I say that has not already been said? This story rocks! When I saw the mail, I think I squeeed a bit loud as my mum said, Mich? You ok? But I had to. Loved this. From the start it hooked me, sucked me in real bad. From John’s speech to his Marines, to Jack’s eyebrow trash talking. Now that, was gold. Seriously. He does trash talk with those expressive eyebrows in the show.

    Then you hit on my one major HUGE pet peeve with Atlantis. Keller. And the way how she ‘changed’ Rodney towards the end of the show. I’m going to be honest. I have not watched most of the last season. Just the first ep, the middle ep, and the last two. Seriously. Keller messed with the really good mojo the characters had going on, and it made me YEARN for Carson to take over CMO.

    I found her character in the show to be annoying, young and naive. I believe my friend once said while watching a Keller centric ep, ‘ah to be that young, naive and foolish again.’ So I am glad for your fic which shows Rodney, who he is. He is snarky, rude, arrogant and fun, and he always listens to John, mind you he might not always agree, but I think that he would be more likely to risk his life for John rather than Keller.

    The only reason I saw Rodney with Keller is for the sex. That’s the only reason I can think of as to WHY he is still with her. *sigh* Sorry for the long rant about Keller’s unusefulness<–is that a word? in the show. But seriously, have you noticed that 80% of your reviewers despise Keller? We like her when you portray her as a decent human being, but only just. Huh.

    Continuing on… loved the way how for Rodney it was like EUREKA! You don't like Jennifer! And when John told him WHY that just cemented everything. I did wonder in the ep 'The Shrine' how Rodney managed to progress that far without her ever finding a problem with him. But readng your fic, I can see how she prefered him 'kind' as compared to his normal self. Loved the fact that yea! ♥Jack and Daniel,♥ my fav SG-1 couple will stay and retire in Atlantis. To me that is how it should be. And John and Rodney resolving their issues. Rodney point blank questioning John; 'do you love me?' And John's reluctance to answer. *sigh* I am not much for valentines day, but this, it hit the spot just right!

    Ps: I wish I could be a fly on the wall to listen to Jack's berating of Landry. Never did like that man. Stopped watching SG-1 when Jack left actaully, watched only the pertinent Ori eps, and the movies.

    Pps: Loved the the line when Jack told Keller that Branson, is another person she failed as a doctor and that she would never practice medicine again. Ah. Some people are just so jealous and vicious.

    Ppps: Loved the tiny injection of some Lorne/Parrish. One of my absolute guilty pleasures!

  89. So i read it again and i agreed with the others members who ask you for a prequel Daniel/Rodney and a sequel because it’s needed ! I’m going to make a tardis to you like that you you’ll have all the time in the world to live and write in the same line of times.

  90. I’ve commented before that you write the best Keller (WMHB, Sentinals, etc), and that the SGA writers – particularly Gero with his adolescent fantasy of the “geek getting the girl” and sadly subjecting us to “Brainstorm” (shudddderrrr – worst episode ever)- couldn’t write a decent woman’s role to save their lives. And now, you come up with exactly how Keller should have ended up after her crappy doctoring in “The Shrine.” She should have lost her license for incompetence – thanks for pursuing this route – and adding in all the unethical actions she took linked to men she suspected of being gay just makes it all the more vivid. The ramifications of breaking doctor-patient confidentiality because of one’s own jealousy or judgmental nature is chilling. Great story – thanks again.

  91. I read all the comments and wasn’t sure whether I should review, because I sorta liked Keller in the show. I guess I liked the fact that the geeky guy (Rodney) got the girl rather than the more athletic guy (Ronon). I am not a fan of McKeller in fanfiction, but its because I prefer slash not because I dislike Keller. Anyway on with the review.

    I really like stories that deal with DADT and the potential fall out from the removal of it. I thought John’s speech was inspired 🙂

    Having Ian and Chase in this story was great. Just out of interest who have you cast as Chase Harris? I really liked having Jacob Davis as the little brother of Paul Davis. Little connections like that make your stories just so much nicer and special.

    Best lines in the story (aside from the concept of eyebrow trash-talk cause that was made of win):
    “… as I’ve been told repeatedly over the years that medicine is a science of some sort”
    and not to forget
    “… I don’t have time to babysit people who study plants”

    you make Rodney say the nicest things 🙂

    I think the entire story was well balanced. A lot of stories that involve bashing of a character keep going on and on about the fact, so much so that it gets tiresome, whereas I felt that you made your point very well, but without making it the sole focus at the cost of all the other elements that make your stories so wonderful. It illustrated very nicely human failure to consider all possible outcomes. Everybody does things in the heat of a moment. Keller meant no harm to Jacob Davis (unless she has a deep hatred of gay people, but your story didn’t say that to me), but needed to include his name in order to distract from the fact that she put John on the list. She also most likely thought in a fight with Branson, John would be able to handle himself. Yes he’d get injured, but that sorta happens on almost a daily basis anyway.

    It would be nice to see what happens to her, but contrary to your other reviewers, I don’t think it cries out for a sequel (or a prequel), at least no more than your other one shots. On that note, I just like to point out that I dreamt last night about a little cherub with green eyes and ebony wings. Somebody who is way more talented than me, should make a little artwork with the little weemees or whatever they are called of little John falling out of the tree, cause that would be so utterly sweet that one might need a dentist afterwards 🙂

    • Giggles149 wrote:

      “…I dreamt last night about a little cherub with green eyes and ebony wings. Somebody who is way more talented than me, should make a little artwork with the little weemees or whatever they are called of little John falling out of the tree, cause that would be so utterly sweet that one might need a dentist afterwards.”

      YES!

      *does a chairspin, clearly suffering from an excess of geriatric fangirl enthusiasm*

      Cherub!John is so adorable that it should probably make my teeth ache, but I’m all about the cute and the fluffy – and adorable just *works* for me.

      Chibi!Cherub!John!

      OMG. The mental image!

    • Chase Harris — I’d pick someone with brown hair and green eyes– and a really pretty smile. I don’t have anyone in mind in particular.

      • For Chase Harris i thought Justin Hartley and for Jacob David i thought about Tom Welling they are pretty with great smile, (yeah shush… i watch Smallville it’s my dirty secret, don’t ask, don’t tell)

      • I have limited knowledge of actors, but I could offer Brian Dietzen (guy who plays Jimmy Palmer at NCIS) without glasses. According to his resume he has hazel green eyes and dirt blond (although I thought it was brown) hair. I quite like his smile 🙂

    • Your whole review. Word.

  92. I’ve been reading your writings in big huge bites ever since I recently discovered them. For me, they create strong characters, compelling story lines, all textured and coloured and pull me intimately into the genre. This story is no different! John and Rodney are “my guys” and I’ll read anything that involves them. I did particularly enjoy Jack/Daniel here…especially Jack’s trash talking eyebrows…LOL I liked your head-on approach to the despicable DADT…Canadian here…what can I say! I am gleefully anticipating your next creation! (I wonder where you find the time and inspiration!!)

  93. Keira check your lj i make an art for human nature.

  94. What a lovely one-shot. Just in time for my b-day on Friday.

  95. Sigh. This is just wonderful. There are several points where I laughed out loud and other parts where I tittered until I was red in the face. If this, my dear woman, is how you write crack than I can only say, “Lead on!”

  96. “The worst part was that during the entire meeting, O’Neill kept sending him looks – looks that clearly said things like… ‘what the fuck, I thought he was your geek?’, ’you’re not really going to let Dr. Barbie keep your geek are you?’, ‘okay, really, grow a set—she’s like 12’ and ’seriously, Sheppard, you need to man up and take your astrophysicist back’. Obviously, Jack O’Neill was fluent in eyebrow trash-talk.”—This is awesome. i read the story a second time cuz it totally rocked.

  97. Another brilliant and fun read. Thanks.

    You at excellent at dialogue, especially the stuff between John and Jack. It’s weird that they are the two sticking outfor me but you write them perfectly. Honestly their relationship in all your stories is just awesome.

    Love the idea of Jack and Daniel moving to atlantis as well. Nice dream.

    Many thanks for the new stories, you are a goldmine.
    Take care.

  98. Yay! Seriously awesome !

    I’ve always liked the idea of O’Neill and/or Daniel at Atlantis 🙂

    I wouldn’t mind seeing a series out of this *wink, wink* ^-^

    Love, Nehfi

  99. I hope yoy enjoy the art, i want to say that the paper in the center of the art is the real “10 U.S.C. § 654” law, i’ve real enjoy to put a repeal on it.

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