A/N: Here is my Stargate Atlantis fic. I hope you all enjoy it. I would also like to say that I own no part of Stargate Atlantis, SG-1 or the movie. The only things I own are the people you don't recognize i.e: Archer, Ripley, Angel. Enjoy Stargate Atlantis: A New Beginning.

Adrian Archer had never been so excited in his whole entire life. He was going to the fabled SGC. The Stargate Command center. There had always been rumors about the Stargate: a legendary gateway made by people thousands of years older then the people of Earth themselves. A dock for wormholes that could lead a person thousands of light years from where they originally were. His friends at the academy had thought it was complete ludicrous. A means of traveling that made space travel completely obsolete? No such thing. But Archer had always thought that maybe it was real. And now his suspicions were realized. What's more was that he had been chosen to participate in the Stargate program. Archer hadn't been the least bit curious as to why he had been chosen. There were plenty of other people much more qualified to participate but Archer didn't care. And that's why he had spent the last two years going through advanced training to prepare himself for the Program. He supposed there wasn't any reason why he shouldn't have been chosen. He was young (only 22) but he had always been ahead of everyone else in anything he did. He was a crack shot, fast runner, awesome pilot and driver and was pretty handsome if he did say so himself.

Archer flicked one of his bangs out of his eyes and continued to look out the window. He had been in the passenger seat of a black SUV (he hadn't taken into account what type) for the past four hours. He was wide-awake even though he had barely gotten any sleep the previous night.

The scenery had changed from woods and forests to a mountainous area. He looked over at the driver of the car. He hadn't asked the driver his name (he had a demeanor about him that Archer has suspected didn't include being very social.) He had very little hair. Some gray flecks growing out the back. A pair of military sunglasses hid his eyes though Archer guessed that they were half closed and emotionless. Archer had known people like this since his first arrival at the military academy. Their jobs were their life and they were devoid of any personality whatsoever.

Archer's eyes caught his own reflection in the mirror outside the window. He had dark, almost black hair that sank just to his eyes. He, like his tight-ass car mate, wore sunglasses though they were from the local dollar store instead of some military base. They hid his sapphire eyes that had captured the attention of almost all the girls at the academy. He was so glad that he wasn't old yet looking over at the driver.

Suddenly, Archer felt the car begin to slow. He turned his head sharply, looking out the window again. They had come to a hole in the side of the mountain. The car came to a stop when it reached a guard post box. The driver rolled down the window as a man approached the window. Archer looked at the man. He was wearing a gray military uniform, with a couple pins on the front. He wore the exact kind of uniform the driver wore. Archer felt a little embarrassed that he had chosen to wear a white T-Shirt with his leather jacket over it instead of normal uniform.

He noticed that the guard had the same insignia on his shoulder as the driver: an A without the line in the middle and a small circle above it.

"Who do we got?" asked the guard, looking in past the driver to where Archer sat.

"Lieutenant Adrian Archer from the Washington Academy. He's here for the Atlantis program."

The guard checked his clipboard.

"Archer...Archer...here we go." he said, looking at Archer's face again. "He's clear. Go ahead."

"Thanks." The driver muttered. Archer gave a small wave to the guard who had retreated back into the post. The driver turned to Archer.

"Out." he said.

Archer complied, reaching under his seat for his knapsack, which contained the essentials he had brought from the academy. He grasped the handle on the door and pulled it open.

He followed the driver through the tunnel. It was almost completely dark.

Archer looked all around but seeing nothing. After a couple more seconds, they arrived at an elevator. It was just plain white but in the middle had the same insignia as the driver and guard's uniforms. Archer supposed it was the symbol for the Stargate Program.

The door opened automatically as Archer and the driver approached it.

"In." he grunted. Archer complied yet again.

After stepping into the small space and, as they began to decend, Archer remembered something the driver had said.

"Um... sir?" Archer said, not knowing what to call the driver.

The driver grunted in reply.

"You said something about the Atlantis Program. I'm here for the Stargate Program."

"It's on a need-to-know basis, Lieutenant." he answered.

Archer nodded, though he had to fight back the impulse to say I need to know now!

They descended for a surprisingly large amount of time.

Finally, they reached the bottom. The elevator doors opened to reveal what looked like the inside of a submarine. The driver stepped out and Archer followed though still looking around the bunker. The place was filled with people walking around doing one thing or another, all with the Stargate symbol on their jackets or uniforms. Whenever they walked by someone, the individual looked at Archer.

They obviously don't get a lot of guests.

After walking a bit longer, Archer was led to a room with a long table inside.

"Have a seat. They'll be with you shortly." said the driver, motioning towards one of the chairs.

"Thank you." Archer said. The driver turned around and left.

Archer looked around the room. It looked like a normal briefing room and that's probably what it was.

He removed his sunglasses, hanging the glasses to the neck of his shirt. He dropped his bag to his feet and sat down.

He spent the next few minutes, drumming his fingers against the table.

Atlantis? What was the Atlantis program? He didn't know anything about Atlantis except that it was destroyed by a giant wave. Why would he be assigned to something he knows nothing about?

Soon, the door slid open. A man, completely bald, walked in. He had many pins and metals on his uniform. Archer guessed he was in his early to mid fifties. His face showed a bit more personality then the driver.

"Lieutenant Archer."

Archer stood up and at attention. He knew how to treat a senior officer. That's probably why his father had sent him to join the military in the first place. Archer didn't think much on it but he had a problem with authority. Seven years had improved (not fixed) the problem.

"Sir." He said.

"At ease." The senior officer said.

Archer relaxed himself, tucking his arms behind his back.

"I'm General Marshal. I'm in charge of the Stargate Program." He extended his hand.

"A pleasure to meet you, sir." Archer said, shaking his hand.

"I presume you know why you're here." General Marshal asked.

"I'd like to think so, sir." Archer answered.

"Well, you would be dead wrong." Marshal said.

Archer's confused nature must've shown on his face because Marshal then said.

"Please follow me."

Archer was now officially confused. What was he doing here if not to become a part of SG-1? What was his role in things to come?

As Archer followed Marshal, the General began to speak again.

"As you know, the Stargate Program began 30 years ago and, despite our best efforts, we have been unable to keep it a secret."

Archer felt a twinge of guilt, being one of the ones to spread stories about the Gate.

"What we have been able to keep a secret, however, is the Atlantis Program."

Finally, mention of this Atlantis Program!

"23 years ago, a scientist by the name of Elizabeth Weir discovered the coordinates for the fabled lost city of Atlantis. It wasn't located in the Atlantic Ocean as most believe but rather, on a planet in the Pegasus Galaxy."

This was getting out of control. First this guy's telling him that there is actually an Atlantis and then he says that it's on a whole other planet? Marshal, however, went on.

"A team was sent there and has existed there with a newly built society for the last 23 years."

"Sir, forgive me for interrupting but what has this got to do with me?" Archer asked. "I thought I was coming here to join SG-1."

Well, Lieutenant. Either you were mistaken or misinformed. Nevertheless, you have been assigned to the Atlantis Stargate Program."

A/N: That's Chapter 1. Please, for the love of all that is good, review! Negative or positive, I don't care. I just want to hear from you. Also, I haven't really watched either Stargate shows for that long so I apologize if I got the years wrong.