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The continent of Atlantis was an island which lay before the great flood in the area we now call the Atlantic Ocean.
So great an area of land, that from her western shores those beautiful sailors journeyed to the South and the North
Americas with ease, in their ships with painted sails.
To the East Africa was a neighbour, across a short strait of sea miles.
The great Egyptian age is but a remnant of The Atlantian culture.
The antediluvian kings colonised the world all the Gods who play in the mythological dramas. In all legends from all lands were from fair Atlantis. Knowing her fate, Atlantis sent out ships to all corners of the Earth. On board were the Twelve: The poet, the physician, the farmer, the scientist, the magician and the other so-called Gods of our legends.
John didn't feel alright, his head felt light, while his limbs felt heavy. The last thing he remember was a native coming after him and Rodney, waving something similar to a staff weapon, they had been inches away from the puddle jumper when he heard Rodney go down and felt a hot searing pain as the native brought the weapon down on his head and then…darkness. He had been so sure he was going to die but his just felt a little disoriented. John opened his eyes and then shut them quickly as unwelcoming light entered them. He hadn't seen much, but he knew the man looking over him wasn't Carson, and he knew that he couldn't be on Atlantis.
"My arm," a voice groaned near his head.
Yup, Rodney was fine.
"You're arm was broken but I fixed it up," a strange voice replied.
"What about John?" Rodney asked quickly, "he isn't…"
"Oh-no, your friend is very much alive, but his head injury was quite severe, I suggested he doesn't use it too much in the next few days," the other voice replied.
"He never does," mumbled Rodney.
"No respect for the dead," John moaned then immediately regretted it, it made him feel dizzy.
"Nice to see you're awake Major Sheppard," the man replied as John opened his eyes once more. Then man was partially bald and wearing an odd looking jumpsuit that was black and turquoise.
"Do I know you?" John asked sitting up slowly rubbing his forehead.
"I'm afraid not," the man replied, "I am simply known as the Doctor, I know your name from Dr. McKay."
John nodded hesitantly, then winced.
The Doctor tapped a small button on his outfit, "Doctor to the bridge, Captain both of our patients have woken up."
"I'll be right there," a voice replied, though it sounded disoriented, as though it was a tape recording.
"Where are we?" John asked.
"Your friend has been asking that for the past hour," the Doctor responded, his voice indicated that he had asked many times before, "when the Captain gets here she'll explain it all."
As if it had been planned a short brunette walked through the doorway and stopped in front of Major Sheppard and Dr. McKay.
"I'm Captain Kathryn Janeway; this is my ship, the U.S.S. Voyager," she explained, "our away team found you two nearly dead, we brought you back to our ship in hopes we could save you, your ship is in our shuttle bay we haven't been able to fix it."
"Fix it?" John asked glancing up at the woman, "What happened to it?"
"It wouldn't start when our pilot tried to fly it back, we had to beam it up and it took a lot of power," Janeway responded.
"It's not broken," McKay said "you need the…"
"You just don't know how to get it to work," Sheppard interrupted glaring at McKay who surprisingly stopped talking.
"Well, our Mr. Paris is very interested in learning how your ship works," Capt. Janeway said smiling, "perhaps you can show him sometime."
"We can just take our ship and get out of your hair," John said, McKay looked as though he was going to explode.
"Major, look at this place, think of how much we can learn from them, we can't just leave," he insisted.
"You're welcome to stay," Capt. Janeway said.
"No really," Major Sheppard said quickly trying to stand up, but instead falling over and through the Doctor, he looked around trying to process what just occurred.
McKay began to stuttered, "I-It's incredible!"
"WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED!" Sheppard yelped scrambling to get to his feet and grabbing onto the bio bed so he didn't fall over again.
"I am a hologram," the Doctor responded, "please don't do that again, it very demeaning."
John's eyes were wider than pie plates as McKay helped him onto the bio bed.
"John," said McKay, acting as though he was lecturing a naughty child, when normally someone was lecturing him, "you are in no condition to fly the puddle jumper."
John knew McKay was more interested in the technology now that he knew he was alive.
"Just take a look at the puddle jumper before you wander off," sighed John in defeat, he knew the obnoxious scientist was right, he could barely stand up, much less fly the puddle jumper, and "see if there really was any damage."
McKay rolled his eyes and followed Capt. Janeway to the shuttle bay.
"So is this the pilot?" Paris asked as Dr. McKay and Capt. Janeway entered the shuttle bay.
"He's still recovering; this is his co-worker Dr. McKay, he's come to see if there was any damage done to the ship," Janeway explained, "Dr. McKay, this is Ensign Tom Paris."
"Hey," smiled Tom, "this is a pretty interesting ship you got here, what's it called?"
"It's the puddle jumper," Dr. McKay responded as he waited for the hatch to open.
"That's an odd name," Tom remarked, "why do you call it that?"
"Long story," Rodney replied stepping into the jumper, Tom followed.
"You know I haven't been able to figure out how this thing works…" began Tom as McKay touched a control panel and the ship began alive with lights and humming sounds, "how did you do that?"
"I'd tell you, but you seem like the type that wouldn't understand what I was saying," McKay replied sarcastically tapping a few controls.
"Can you fly this thing?" Paris asked ignoring the insult.
"Major Sheppard gave me flying lessons once," Rodney said flashbacking to earlier that year.
Major Sheppard and him had been arguing while the lesson was in progress.
"This is why parents get someone else to teach their kids how to drive," John had told Rodney.
"I'm both insulted and touched by that," Rodney had replied.
McKay shut down the jumper, it had a few minor scratches on the outside, but internally it was just the way it had been before they left.
"Does this place have anywhere you can eat?" Rodney asked turning to face Paris.
"I'll show you where the mess hall is," Tom responded reluctantly leaving the puddle jumper.
"Doctor, I have been wondering about this…" began Seven of Nine walking into sickbay, upon seeing Major Sheppard bluntly asked, "Who are you?"
"The beauty of Teyla and Elizabeth, the manners of McKay," John grumbled then looked up at her, "I'm Major John Sheppard."
The blonde Borg looked at him with a stone cold facial expression, "There is no one with that name or rank on this vessel," she stated as the Doctor walked back into the room.
"Ah, Seven, I see you've met my newest patient," the Doctor responded smiling and pressing a hypo spray to John's neck. He immediately began to feel the cobwebs leave his brain.
"Why didn't you use that in the first place?" John asked but the Doctor chose to ignore his question.
"Seven would you please escort our guest to the mess hall?" the Doctor asked and Seven nodded reluctantly in agreement.
She waited for John who stood up and followed her out of sickbay; he was led down halls, around corners and eventually ended up at the mess hall where McKay was arguing with an alien who was serving the food.
"You'll love it," the alien insisted pushing the tray of food closer to McKay.
"Does it have any citrus fruit in it?" McKay asked in frustration, suggesting that this conversation had been going on for quite sometime, "I can't eat citrus fruit!"
"It's new recipe," the alien chattered on, "you mix the root of Rodgort with the leaf of…"
"I don't even want to know what that is really, but if this dish has citrus fruit in it I can't eat it!" McKay insisted.
"Try something new," the alien suggested.
"Neelix," spoke the man with Rodney, "he's allergic to citrus fruit, and he can't eat it."
Then it donned on him, "Do you even know what citrus fruit is?" Rodney asked curiously.
"No," Neelix responded.
"Having some trouble McKay?" John asked walking over to him with Seven following.
"They're acidic fruits," Tom tried to explain, "like an orange."
"What's an orange?" Neelix asked cocking his head to the side.
"Good lord, even Teal'c and Quinn knew what oranges were," McKay exclaimed throwing his head back in annoyance.
"Don't you have food in the jumper?" John asked.
"Only a few power bars," he grumbled, he then noticed Seven, "who are you?" he asked almost copying her reaction to John.
"I am Seven of Nine," she said stiffly, "now Major, I am going to go to the Astrometric lab; you may call me if it is required."
McKay's eyes lit up, "Astrometric lab? Can I come?"
"If you wish," Seven replied leaving the mess hall with McKay jogging to keep up with her brisk pace.
"Nerd," John mumbled shaking his head.
"I'm Neelix," Neelix said grasping John's hand and shaking it excitedly, "pleasure to have you aboard Voyager, stay as long as you like, you can taste the most exotic foods in the galaxy right here in the mess hall."
"We're not actually going to be staying long," John said, "as soon as I'm "right in the head" we can take our ship and leave. We really need to get back to Atlantis."
Oops…had he really just said he was from Atlantis? Maybe he wasn't as "right in the head" has he thought he was, normally, he would never let that slip that easily.
"Atlantis?" Tom asked curiously, "it that the name of your mother ship?"
"No, I mean yes, kind of…" John replied stumbling over his words, "it's a long story."
"Everything seems to be with you two," Tom muttered.
"Atlantis?" Neelix asked, "Strange, Seven mentioned a city the Borg were trying to find to assimilate its technology, it was also called Atlantis."
"Borg?" John asked, he had no clue what that was, but Neelix didn't catch his question.
"They're still looking," Neelix replied handing a tray to John.
"And I thought it was just an old Earth myth," remarked Tom as he studied John's coat and gestured to the American flag, "You a history buff?"
"Sure," John replied slowly, something wasn't right, he didn't know what it was yet, but something was creeping him out.
"Is this map of the entire galaxy?" McKay asked in awe as the images of stars sparkled around him.
"What we have covered of it and of the star charts given to us by allies, yes," Seven responded not looking up from her consol.
"Amazing," gasped McKay, it was like discovering another Atlantis, "if I give you six constellations and we use this ship as the point of origin, could we find a planet?"
"I do not see why not," Seven replied stepping backwards, "you may enter the constellations here."
McKay tapped the controls and entered Atlantis's address into the computer; it immediately showed the planet Atlantis was on.
"That world is made mostly of water," Seven said, "you do not look like a merman."
Now that may have been Seven's attempt at a joke, but with her you can never tell.
"Thanks for noticing," McKay replied sarcastically "anyway we weren't born there, we just live there."
"Where are you from originally?" Seven asked as she continued to read the details of the planet.
"A lovely sphere far away from here known as Earth, we were sent out here to explore and now don't have enough power to reach home," McKay replied as he tapped a planet a few light-years from Atlantis, "Voyager can drop us here."
Seven raised her eyebrow and her implant almost reached her hairline, "Uncanny," she responded flatly.
"I've wanted to ask you, what are those?" McKay asked pointing to above his eye to demonstrate to her what he was talking about.
"I used to be a member of the Borg collective," Seven replied, McKay had no idea what that meant, but had a feeling he didn't want to know, "Voyager has not agreed to "drop" you anywhere, why do you believe Capt. Janeway will so freely accept your request?"
"You wouldn't have helped us if you weren't planning on getting rid of us after," McKay said.
"Did Starfleet send you out here to explore?" Seven asked after a few moments silence.
"Who?" McKay asked.
"They are a fairly well known organization," Seven insisted.
"Never heard of them, but I don't get out much, nope, we were sent out here by Stargate Command," McKay explained.
Seven nodded, "I have not heard of them."
"Fairly top secret stuff on Earth," McKay told her, "thanks for the help, if you can give those co ordinates to your Captain, we won't be around long enough to cause any more trouble."
Little did McKay or Seven know that Voyager was causing more problems for Atlantis than Sheppard and McKay were for Voyager.