I'm really sorry for being – at times – too much disgusting because of Carson. You should have seen the original version.

"Oh for crying out loud Daniel! No!" I sighed in exasperation and turned to look at my brother yet again.

"All I'm saying is that it may not be the best idea for you. I mean... We don't even know where it is yet. And it's going to be extremely dangerous. Do you really want to risk that?" I rolled my eyes.

"Aw! You're just jealous that they gave me the job but left you out." He started to open his mouth again but I cut him off. "That was a compliment. It means you're invaluable. Where as I am just the fifth wheel. You already have a genius physicist on your team and they asked for me specifically. I mean, how could I say no to that? It is Atlantis we're talking about." Daniel sighed.

"I know. I'm sorry. It's just... I'll miss you. I mean, I just got my baby sister back and now she's leaving..."

"Whoa! Hold on. First of all, I'm not your baby sister. I'm only seven years younger then you are. And second, what do you mean you just got me back? I've been working with you for the last seven years! And this isn't goodbye. You still have the Prometheus. You can drop by and visit any time you want now that we know the address."

"Sure. 'Cause colonel Caldwell will be just delighted to hear from me. 'Hello colonel. Would you mind giving me a lift to wherever Atlantis is to see my sister? I really miss her. Thanks a lot.'" I smiled.

"Well I will certainly miss your sparkling sense of humor." This time he rolled his eyes. I frowned a little and looked around. "Speaking of missing people, have you seen Rodney around? I haven't seen him in ages and we have some catching up to do."

"No, I haven't. But I still don't get how you can stand him. I mean he's so... annoying, arrogant... "

"…standing right behind you." A voice I knew for most of my life spoke behind us. I spun around facing the irritated astrophysicist and hugged him.

"Rodney! So nice to see you. What have you been up to?" Rodney withdrew and smiled.

"The usual, amongst which making amazing scientific discoveries that I won't even get a Nobel Prize for stands out immensely."

"Well that's what I'm here for. So you can boast and have someone at least pretending to listen to you."

"Oh get a room you two." Daniel mumbled and left us, saying something about translating some stuff.

"He really doesn't like me, does he?" I laughed.

"Well don't take this the wrong way Rodney, but you're a kind of an acquired taste."

"How can I possibly take that the wrong way?" He said in his typical sarcastic voice. "By the way, I'm trying to persuade this guy who has the ancient gene to try to activate the chair. Wanna come along?"

"Sure." We started walking in the direction of the chair room. "But why would you have to persuade the guy?"

"Well, he's... new to this." I raised my eyebrow. "He just found out about the Star Gate. And he's... well, let's say he's freaking out a bit."

"Who wouldn't?" I chuckled.

"Yes. Well, he is the only one except general O'Neill about whom we know that he actually has the ancient gene. And he was the one who discovered it. And for a reason that is beyond me, I was told to get him to power up the ancient chair. And – I hate to admit it – but I guess I could use some help." I laughed.

"Rodney McKay. Are you really asking me for help?" He sighed impatiently.

"Yeah. Well, don't get used to it."

"Oh trust me. I know you well enough not to."

We entered the chair room and once more I marveled at the design created by a species so much older then our own. The chair was standing on the platform it did the last time, but I guess it's not very mobile, so moving it around wasn't really an option. And in the chair sat a black haired guy with blue eyes and exasperated expression on his face. My heart skipped a beat but I was determined not to show it. Instead, I followed Rodney to the man who was staring at me now.

"So. Any progress?" Rodney asked. The man opened his mouth but Rodney cut him off immediately. "Of course not. What was I thinking? So let's try again. Shall we? Oh." Finally noticing the fact that the man was looking at me, he sighed. "To get the pleasantries over and done with, this is doctor Emily Jackson, a friend of mine that shall be helping us. And this is..."

"Carson... Beckett. Pleased to meet you." The man had a strong Scottish accent. He held out his hand."Just call me Carson." I smiled at him and shook it.

"Hi Carson. It's nice to meet you too. And you can call me Emily."

"Yes. Well, while this is all very nice, we should really be getting back to trying to turn the chair on. So if you don't mind..." I sighed and looked at McKay reproachfully. As always completely oblivious to what was happening around him, he turned to the man... Carson, and started instructing him. I stopped listening after a few words. I could feel him staring at me and it was very uncomfortable but pleasant at the same time.

Suddenly, one of the drones another scientist – Grodin – was working on powered up and shot through the elevator shaft and out into the open skies of Antarctica. Carson's eyes filled with horror.

"What did I do?" Dr. Weir and Daniel came running to us. Carson looked at Rodney. "I told you I was the wrong person." I looked at Dr. Weir, terrified.

"Isn't Jack on his way in a helicopter?" She nodded, the same panic I felt spreading in her eyes. Rodney turned to Carson with determination.

"What you did doesn't matter now. Do something!"

"Like what?" I looked at Carson taking a deep breath to calm myself.

"Okay, Carson, concentrate on turning that weapon down before it hurts someone." He looked at me and closed his eyes again. I could feel the tension building around. He sat there for what seemed like an eternity. Then he opened his eyes, smiling in relief.

"I think I did it." The tension started to dissolve but the question hovered above our heads. Did the rescue come too late?

Suddenly a soldier ran towards us.

"Major Sheppard is reporting the drone appears to have been incapacitated. General O'Neill's helicopter is unharmed, and on its way again. Seven minutes out." Relief hit everyone.

"Thank god." Weir whispered.

"Holy crap." Was all Carson could get out of him. I patted his back and went to the nearest laptop that was analyzing the chair to see the results.

This it the first chapter. If you liked it, please review. Otherwise I don't know what to improve.

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