This fic is tagged to be an Evan/John fic, however Lorne only comes into it right at the very end in a very cliff-hanger-y way :/ But regardless, I hope you enjoy...I just think it's kind of cute :)

Chapter One

"Colonel Sheppard to the control room." Samantha Carter said sharply into her headset, almost grinding her teeth. "Yes ma'am, on my way. Sheppard out." John thought he should address her properly when she spoke to him like that. His eyebrows were furrowed as he tried to work out what the situation could be.

As he arrived at the control room, he was shocked to see two uniformed guards stood to attention behind the colonel. Carter had a furious look buried under her blank features and John knew that there was trouble.

Carter looked him straight in the eyes. John saw it, the pain and regret that lay just underneath. "Colonel Sheppard, as of this moment you are no longer a serving member of the United States Air Force, nor will you be in the future. You are to be deported to Earth immediately, where you will be dishonorably discharged."

John's eyes shot open, "On what grounds?" He exclaimed, the volume of his voice increasing. "Don't Ask Don't Tell." She said shortly before turning away and retreating to her office.

The two guards stepped up to Sheppard and escorted him to his quarters where they supervised his packing. John was outraged by this. He'd never even slept with a man, but now he was accused that was final. There was no argument when it came to this.

It had only took him twenty minutes to pack, the largest object being his guitar which he swung over his shoulder as he carried his hold-all.

By now, a lot of the members of staff in Atlantis had heard the news. They were edgy in the corridors as the colonel walked past them, hoping to avoid his glare. John had an expression on his face that had only been observed a handful of times, usually when being tortured or watching a friend being tortured. It was a look of revenge. It wasn't going to be let go of this easily.

"What the hell is going on, Sheppard? I heard they were shipping you off to Earth!" John tried to ignore his friend but Rodney was stubborn and laid a hand on his chest, "Sheppard." John looked him in the eye. "I've been accused under the policy 'DADT'. I'm being dishonorably discharged and these ass holes are here to babysit. Now if you'll kindly remove your hand I'll be going."

"Sheppard," he said quietly, still in shock, "you can't leave. Atlantis needs you, hell we need you." John shook his head. "There's somebody who thinks otherwise. Good bye, Rodney." He said calmly before making his way back down to the control room.

By now, the rumor mill was buzzing and there was dozens of people lingering around the gate room, waiting for some sort of event. John avoided them by going a different route but there was no avoiding the gate room.

He calmly strode in, luggage in hand, with his two guards behind him. He noticed Sam in the balcony, looking like she hated herself. John hoped that she did, but he still respected her and knew that this wasn't her fault. He gave her a nod and she gave the order for the gate to be dialed.

Many of the people just stood there gaping, not sure of what to do. The remainder of John's team had come to see him off. Teyla had tears in her eyes as she placed her forehead against John's. Ronan shook his hand, not saying a word. Other than his team there was only Major Lorne who had accompanied them.

John had enjoyed working with his XO. He was both responsible and determined but he had the same childish traits as John. "It's been an honor to work with you, sir. I'm sorry that this has happened." John gave a nod as he shook his hand.

He stepped up to the gate, the two men still closely behind him. He took in a deep breath and stepped through the gate...

N'aww, I guess we'll just have to wait and see what happens :)