I haven't quite decided on all the backstory for this, but it's mostly cannon, considering someone is still alive. Melena is the oldest of John and Elizabeth's children. Allison is the oldest from Rodney and Heightmeyer. Jason is the oldest from Ronan and Teyla. Ian is the oldest from Carson and Laura. Read on!

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"You sure you're up for this?"

Melena Sheppard smirked, twirling a fighting stick in her hand. Her knees were bent, just like her father had showed her. They were moving slowly in a circle, eyeing each other. "Bring it."

Jason Dex nodded, and did just that. He lunged at her, and she grinned, blocking his move before implying one of her own, knocking one of his sticks out of his hand. He stared at her. "You learned that from your father," he said, and her grin grows wider.

They continue for a while, but soon grow in need of water. Nodding to each other in slient agreement, they walked over to the side of the room, each grabbing their water bottles and taking a large drink. Melena set hers down and undid her ponytail. Her long, black hair cascaded down to just under her shoulder blades. She grabs it and quickly ties it up again, glancing up to see Jason staring at her.

"You should wear your hair down more often," he commented, making note of her twinge of blush before he took another swig of water. Melena grabed her bottle and sat down next to him, taking a drink. After a few moments of silence, she turned to him.

"Did you ask your father about us possibly going on their next recon mission." He noded, turning to look at her. "Yeah. He quickly told me no, as did mom. Dad told me there was no such thing as a recon mission with McKay on the team."

It was all Melena could do but not laugh. She snickered though. "He's right. Always landing my dad in the Infirmary. No wonder why Uncle Beckett doesn't always mind Ian helping him."

Jason nodded. "As cool as Ian is, I never expected him to father his father's footsteps." Melena sliently agreed. "At least he isn't following McKay. And to think, that thing actually helped spawn a child, hell, not one but-"

"I heard that," came a voice from the door. Jason and Melena quickly looked over to see the blonde hair of Allison McKay. Her face was hidden by her PADD. Jason looks at Melena, and she rolls her eyes.

"What do you want McKay?" she asked, sighing.

Allison glanced over the screen, giving a quick glare to Melena before setting her eyes back down. "Dad needs both you and your father in the lab."

"And he sent you down to relay this message. Why couldn't he just radio me?" Melena asked. Allison glanced up from her screen again, obviously fustrated. "You're not wearing it, Ms. I'm Not A Super Genius But I Wish I Was. He wouldn't send me all this way for nothing."

Melena glared at Allison, before grabbing her radio and putting it on. "Happy?"

"No, actually," Allison replieed, causing Jason to sigh. "Dad wouldn't tell me why he needed you. It's causing me to wonder. I'm hungry. Do you have anything?"

"No, but I have a lemon," Jason replied smoothly, causing Melena to start laughing. Allison glanced up yet again, glaring. "Ha ha, very funny."

"Melena, this is John. Come in." She shook her head, tapping the radio. "Yes, Dad. This is Melena, go ahead." Allison rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, I know you might be having fun sparring- and you better be sparring- but I don't want to be locked in this lab with McKay for that long. He keeps looking at me oddly. Could you hurry it up?"

Melena snickered, picturing her Dad sitting in a corner while Uncle Rodney looks at him over his lap top, a greedy look in his eyes.

"Yeah, Dad. I don't know-" she starts, sounding so much like her father. Jason grinned.

"Melena," he started sternly. She laughed. "Sorry Dad. Having a little fun at your expense. I'll be there soon. Melena out." Clicking off her radio, she sighed, taking another drink of water before getting up, grabbing her sweatshirt.

"Sorry to cut this short, but Uncle Rodney needs his favorite little lab rats-"

"Hey, I have the Ancient Gene too," Allison butted in. "Just not as strong as yours and your Dad's, but-"

"Thus, my point," Melena finishes, her green eyes starting at Allison.

Clearing his throat, Jason eliminates the growing silence. He turned to look over at Melena. "I'll see you in the commissary later, okay?"

Melena offered him a smile and nodded. He smiled back, and she watched him leave, her eyes lingering on the door a little longer than she was used to. Turning to glance and Allison, she found the blonde grinning at her. "Does your dad know about you and Jason?"

Not missing a beat, Melena retorted. "Does your dad know about you and Ian?" Smirking when Allison blushed, she knew she had won the argument. She turned to leave, with Allison following behind her.

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"Oh, good, you're here. Stand next to John." Melena blinked several times, setting down her sweatshirt and water bottle on a chair, glancing at her father. "What's going on?"

"Just stand here and be a good girl for once, alright?" John asked, glaring at his daughter. She smiled. "Yes sir!" Saluting, she stood next to him, getting on her tip toes to be taller than him. "Stop that," Rodney said, glaring at her. Allison smirked. "You too," he told her.

"McKay, just hurry this up. I'm hungry." John told him. "Me too," Melena said, grinning. John glared at her. "What? I am! You spar with Jason and come out saying you're not hungry. I dare you."

John shook his head. Rodney punched a key on his laptop. "Okay, that should do it." He snapped his fingers, making both John and Melena roll their eyes. "Chair room."

"McKAY!" Rodney turned back around. "Yes?"

"Look, we're hungry. How about doing this later, like, after we eat?" John asked, walking toward the door, Melena hot on his heels. She waved at Rodney and Allison, skipping along side her father. "Thank you Dad." John smirked. "Anytime my dear, anytime."

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Jason and Ian sat together in the commissary, with Jason eating everything in sight and Ian taking a casual sip of tea every now and then. Hearing loud footsteps and the door bang open, they looked up at each other and smiled.. "Melena."

The girl in question sat down next to Jason, a turkey sandwich and salad on her plate. Not long after her Allison showed up, sitting down with a mound of food next to Ian. "Hungry?" Jason asked Allison, eyeing her plate.

"Yes, I am," Melena answered instead, taking a large bite of her turkey sandwich and leaned back and smiling with content. "Yum."

Ian shook his head, snickering. "So, did either of you talk to your parents about a recon mission in our near future?"

Jason nodded. "My Mom and Dad quickly said no." He glanced over at Melena, who shrugged. "My Mom said no, but Dad was considering it a little."

Ian nodded. "Dad said no way. I wonder why your Dad might let you go." Melena shook her head. "He won't. I know him well enough to get that from him. He'll let me fly a jumper to the mainland, but going through the gate, god forbid something may happen."

"They're just trying to protect us," Allison said, taking a drink of water. "They don't want us to get hurt."

"Yeah, but they have to let go sometime, don't they?" Ian asked.

"Yes, but, well, I don't really know," Melena replied, sighing. She turned around and looked at her dad, who was eating lunch with Rodney and Carson.

"Give it time," Melena told them, turning back around, polishing off her sandwich, smiling in delight. "They have to let us go sometime, don't they?"

"No, they don't. They can make us stay here for the rest of time," Jason replied.

"Yes, well, they're not getting any younger, now, are they?" Melena supplied, a grin on her face.

The group of teenagers started laughing, relishing in the tension that left the area. They all got up and left, leaving the big boys to sit and wonder what they were laughing about.

"Whatever it was, it's big. It takes a lot to get all four of them to agree on something like that," Rodney said, between mounds of food he was shoving in his mouth.

"I think it was about the lot goin' through the gate," Carson replied, shaking his head. "When Ian asked me, I thought he was bloody nuts!"

"Elizabeth dismissed the issue when Melena brought it up," John said, taking a drink of water. "I still don't know. It may be good for them-"

"Why Allison though?" McKay asked. "I mean, why would she want to go through the gate?"

"Well, didn't you want to go through the gate when we got here?" John asked. McKay quickly nodded. "Well, maybe she wants to as well, see things for herself. Do something for herself. Bring back something, find something."

"Aye, but why Ian?" Carson asked, lines creasing his forehead. "I was a bloody wreck when you asked me to go through the gate."

John shrugged. "I don't know. I do know that we can't dismiss the issue. There will come a time when they take over for us, when we're all gray and old-"

"Oh please." McKay scoffed, pushing his empty plate away from him. "You have another, what? Seventy years ahead of you?"

Rolling his eyes, he stood up. "We'll talk about this later."

"Aye," Carson replied, getting up and walking back to the Infirmary.

McKay stook up too, looking over at John. "Chair room?"

John sliently sighed. "Wouldn't miss it for the world, McKay."

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End of chapter one! Please leave a review, considering it's the nice thing to do. )