LB Gregory
Rating: T
Summary: When the kids of Atlantis take a little R'n'R away from the ongoing War, they get a bit more than expect when they get sent back in time!
Spoilers: I don't know…
2032
The group was packing up to head out. They were going on vacation, away from the hustle and bustle of Atlantis. Away from the war, at least temporarily. It was just them, the offspring of Atlantis's finest. There was the McKay twins, Travis and Camilla, who argued about everything under the sun. Rebecca Zelenka, containing the same relationship with Travis as their fathers have with each other. They were standing next to each other, arguing over some misdemeanor or the other. Camilla rolled her eyes, going over to stand next to Kimberly Beckett. The redheaded field doctor stood not far from the gate, blushing from the arm around her by strapping young Mattemao Dex. Cam laughed to herself. They should got out sometime.
In walked the last two members of their little posse. Unconsiously, Cam ran a hand through her hair, standing up straighter. Kim let out a small laugh. "Still madly infatuated with your best friend, lass?" she asked in the ever-so-cool Scottish accent. Camilla rolled her eyes at the other girl. "Ha. Funny. Still snogging your would-be bf?" Kim rolled her eyes. "Touche."
Cam turned around, watching her best friend, and slight superior, approach the group. Jonathan 'Cash' Sheppard could have been a clone of his father. The 21 year old flyboy stood tall, giving off an air of natural leadership. Also a smart ass. Cam silently noted. She turned her eyes to look at his younger sister, Jaqueline. Being the youngest of the group at 16, but certainly the best diplomat, everyone affectionately called the curly-brunette girl Q. It was appropriate, certainly. She had a tendancy to pop up in places, scaring the crap out of who ever she appeared in front of. Camilla guessed it had something to do with the tumbling her did. Currently, Q had her nose in one of the ancient text novels they had found, and had one of the ever so popular chocolate covered stirring spoons in her mouth.
"Hey," she greeted the two. "Q, aren't those reserved for Dad's 'Secret' Coffee Stash?" Jaq marked the page in her novella, looking up with a grin. "Yup. But I don't think he would mind if took 1…2…a few on our little trip." She replied, tossing the book into her messenger bag. "Those really aren't healthy for you, y'know." Her brother told her. Jaq shrugged, with eyebrow movement that matched her mother's. "You're right. But they're damn good."
The team all stood to the side as the blue cheveroned (A/N:I claim this word!) Stargate activated. They formed a wide line staring into the event horizon. "You know, it's every vaction tradition…" Cash started. Jaq shook her head. "No. No. Uh-uh. Nein. Nope. Hetsed (A/N: I just made up Ancient. Anyone know the word for 'No'?) Not again." She started. Everyone else nodded. Cash turned to the gate room, holding up his arms. "Everyone know the Vacation Tradition?" he shouted, getting everyone's attention. Jaq sighed, smacking her forehead. She took off her messenger bag and loose civilian colored jacket, handing them to Cam. And on que, everyone started saying, "Jaq is good, and as if on que, Jaq will flip throught the blue." She rolled her eyes, turning to face the Gateroom. "I hate that rhyme." She muttered to Cam, before swinging her arms back to back-flip through the event horizon. Cash turned around, holding out a finger towards the Gate. "And so it begins!"
2005
"Dr. Weir, it's an incoming wormhole. With SGA-1's IDC." Chuck the Technician reported to the leader of Atlantis. She looked up from the report she was signing, handing it to a scientist. "What? But Colonel Sheppard and his team are here!" Chuck nodded. "Yes. But this is clearly their IDC." Elizabeth tapped her earpiece. "Attention Gateroom Security. We may have hostiles coming through. Be ready." Immediatley eight airmen stood about the gate, weapons ready. "Let down the shield." She instructed.
John and Rodney, as well as the rest of SGA-1 was there as well, coming to stand next to her. "Elizabeth, what's going on?" John asked. Rodney was about to add something, but at that moment, a girl with curly brown hair in a red midriff finished a back flip, turning to face the guards with a look of pure shock on her face. Five other young men and women stepped through the gate, their expressions matching the girl's. "I have no idea." Elizabeth said.
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(Well, this is the other story I'm working on. A lovely little future fic! Positive comments are appreciated. Oh, and KICK me if I don't finish it!)