A/N: I do not own Stargate Atlantis or any of it's charactors. I own Captain William Archer. I hope I protrayed the charaters to all you readers satisfaction.

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Captain William Archer liked to call himself an Observer. A fly on the wall and no ones the wiser; he had always wanted be a ninja. But, he was also one for action; hand to hand, gunnery; through the scope and up close. Right now that's what he was now; a fly on the wall - well, he wasn't really a fly on the wall; that's not possible. But this is the Pegasus Galaxy; a lot of freak ass aliens and technology- But that's not the point right now; the point is that it's a metophor and he was just going unnotised.

He was on 'gate duty, standing gaurd, ready and waiting for action; though he was content to just stand and observe the hustle and the bustle. He glanced around, his yellow saftey glasses tinting everything slightly.

Every time he was on gaurd duty, which wasn't often; the Marines always got gate duty; nothing happened. He supposed that was a good thing - no, Wraith attacks, no Genii, no anything. And that's why he liked 'gate duty or pretty much anything at all; he was a Go With The Flow, sort of guy. His partner, Major Evan Lorne used all of his spare time working on his paintings, which were always so beautiful. The way he made the colors blend and every thing. Or he would catch up on his sleep.

Archer and Lorne were on the same hours sense they were partners, and Archer pulled rank to get gaurd duty; it seemed that Doctor Weir didn't mind. You could say that he was a work-o-holic sense he pulled rank on his off time, but weren't they all work-o-holics sense every one in the city lived at their work place, and every where he looked was work, so he didn't really think that it counts. And he felt like a waste of space if he couldn't do anything that would help Atlantis out; so every spare time he had, he filled it by trying to help out as much as he could. Or as his father loved to put it 'You aren't worth the air you breath, boy.' so he worked and worked to make his father proud, and now after so many years it's become a habit.

Will glanced at his watch, it was time for sleep; he would eat in the morning. He handed his gun off to the Marine taking his place, with a nod he was off to to lala land in his bed.

With a change of mind, Will grabbed a berry muffin from the 'mess. And as he chewed the last bite, his and Evan's door came into view. He figured that with such silver moonlight out tonight Evan would be painting. Even Will would paint if he was any good, he was way better with a pencil.

He waved his hand over the senser, the door shwooshed open the lights automaticly coming on as he walked in; having the antient gene helped. He only got a few steps inside before he found himself on his ass. Will sat there for a moment, trying to find out how he had gotten from his feet to his ass. He glanced at his feet and his brown eye's found the source.

Even Lorne was a very organized man, he kept to the rules, made systems to keep things in order. But sometimes things fell out of place; like when your trying to carry all of your paint supplies by yourself - which only happened because Evan didn't like people knowing he painted - things tend fall out of your grasp. Like now, Will held in his hand a stray paint brush made of horse hair, Lorne had told him once.

How was he supposed to go to different worlds and fight alien enemies, if he couldn't stay on his own two feet when incountering a horse hair paint brush that fell on the floor. He held the offending item in his fist, his knuckles white with tightness; he would tell no one. As he stood up he groaned, rubbing his butt. He chucked the paint brush hard at Evan's bed, but then changed his mind and picked it up and putting it in Lorne's desk drower instead; now no one would find out as nothing was out of place.

He plunked on his own bed, untying his boot laces. Will slipped his feet out, feeling the slight burn as his feet had been in tight confines of his boots sense morning. He slipped his socks off, wiggling his toes causing them to crack in relief. He closed his eyes as he took of his saftey glasses, slipping his shirt over his head. Once off he quickly slipped them back over his eyes.

Will let out a sigh of relief; he had a thing about his eyes. All the germs in the air and your eyes are like a open cut. He had a lot of bad experience with his eyes, and in his job, eyes were key. He could not go onto another world and get sand or something in his eye than not be able to defend himself because of that. So he wore saftey all the time, even in the shower cause for some reason he was prone to get shampoo in the eyes.

He rolled to the other side of the bed, grabbing a plain white shirt from the dresser he slipped it on glasses be damned. He stood up and glanced around before undoing his belt and zipper, quickly stepped out of the pants before folding them and his discarded shirt correctly.

He stepped into the bathroom, the door closing quickly as the lights came on. He relieved himself before brushing his teeth for percisley 2 minutes, and placing a breath-right strip on the bridge of his nose. William was all about systems.

As he took off his glasses and set them on the dresser, he settled under the bed covers. He thought the lights off just as the door shwoshed open and the lights sprang back to life; causing Will to see spots.

Will leaned on his albows as he watched through squinted eyes as Evan come in with his arms full of his paint stuff.

"You have great timing, Evan." Will said with nothing but truth.

He caused Even to start with surprise gripping his supplies tighter, Will made no move to help his partner. Evan thought that Will was still working as that was all he seemed to do. Evan had known Willy for several years now and had never really seen him sit down and look at the sites.

"Fuck," Evan cursed as he set all his things down by his desk. He sat on his bed which was accross from Will's, "do you always have to do that?" he asked his partner as he unlaced his boots.

"Do what?" Will asked, even though he knew what Evan was talking about. He sat up and watched Evan, his face serious.

Evan looked at him for a second trying to see if Will was serious or just humoring him; he desided the latter. "Where you wait for me and just as I come in you say: 'You have great timing, Evan.'" he imitated Will, as he changed his shirt and pants "That's what you always do. It's creepy" Evan walked into the bathroom, the door closing behind him.

Will picked at his sheet as he waited for Evan to be done in the bathroom.

"You make me sound like a stalker or something." Will told Evan as he sat on his bed, taking of his watch an other accessories.

"I don't make you sound like anything," Evan told him with humor as he set their alarm. "you make it sound that way yourself."

"I was only telling the truth." Will told him with a pout rubbing his strip."I don't under stand how it's my fault that you always come in and turn the lights on when I just laid down and turned them off."

"It's still creepy." Evan told him as he climbed under the covers.

"No, Evan." Will said as he flopped back on the bed. "What's creepy is that you have excellent timing."

"I think," Evan said airely as he thought 'lights off' and laid his head against the pillow, "that we are at a stail mate."

NOTE: This chapter and the next are just to give you reader some insight on Captain William Archer. Please Review?